We Have To Prepare For The Upcoming Night Party

The bald man's head hung low as he breathed in and out profusely while blood rolled down his forehead and the sides of his face.

"See, I don't have all day. Either you give me the information I need, or you end up like them," Gustav voiced out while pointing at the dead two by the side.

He had already taken off his mask at this point revealing, his charming but cold look and his dirty blonde hair that hung loosely on his head.

The bald man couldn't believe that they had been dealing with a kid all this time and couldn't understand how a young-looking boy would be so vicious and strong.

"Tough luck, kid. Do you think I'm weak like the others? I won't say a thing no matter how much pain you put me through," The bald man voiced out amidst his long hard breaths.

This had been the situation since morning. No matter how much Gustav tortured him and even used the other to have him speak, it didn't work.