Chapter 210 - Vault of Information (1/2)

Silence filled the room. It was when Maxen's foot tapped on the rubber mat that brought back the atmosphere to life. The longer he tapped his foot, the louder it got.

His eyes as clear as the sky darkened like the Cerulean Sea. It held a depth that promised nothing but mayhem to whoever dared lock gazes with him.

That's what exactly Lance Go did. He peered up and his eyes dilated when it locked with Maxen's piercing stare and it made him flinch in his seat.

”Just nod your head. You don't have a choice anyway,” Maxen said and shrugged. ”And if you lie, just so you know, that guy is a neophyte, so the chances of him pulling your fingernails is more painful than how I did it earlier.”

Olivia gasped, her hand squeezed Maxen's arm and she whispered to his ears, ”Can I try it first?”

Pinching her chin, Maxen shook it. ”Leave it to the professionals, baby. Just ask whatever question you like.”

”Ooooooh.” Olivia's shoulders sank. ”I never messed with my Barbies before. I thought this is my chance to play with one. Maybe you can teach me how? Like how you taught me to shoot.”

Maxen scratched the skin above his eyebrow. He contemplated whether it was a good idea or not although he knew it was a bad one from the get go. ”Let's buy a crate of Barbie to practice with, baby. How about that?”

Maxen fished his phone from the steel table and dialed Jack's number. When the call got through, he didn't blink nor paused to breathe as he said his command.

He ended the call upon hearing Jack's reply, placing his phone back on the table. Little did Maxen know that the crate of Barbie he ordered would serve a different purpose in the future.

”Jeez, that's a lame training by the way.” Olivia shook her head. Why did she even tell him that piece of information? Now, it backfired on her. Giving up, she asked, ”How many questions can I ask him?”

”9 fingernails plus 10 toenails, you can ask as many as you like. If we're lucky and we ran out of things to pull out from him, maybe we can skin him alive?”

”I think he won't last that long though. Can't you see how weak he is? Welp. Ok. I have something that I want to ask before the guns. Just want to confirm my suspicions.”

”As you please, my princess.” He kissed the outline of her jaw.

Olivia snorted at the title. She stuck a tongue out on Maxen before training her gaze on Lance. ”Is your mom a member of the Huks?”

Lance Go nodded.

”Is your biological father a member of the Huks?”

He nodded again.

”This is weird, he's telling us the answers. Maybe we should remove the tape in his mouth?” Olivia shifted in her seat. She didn't like that Lance was dishing out the answers to them.

She wanted to hear him scream as loud as her heart pounded in her c.h.e.s.t when he attacked her that afternoon.

So without saying a word, she stood up and walked over Lance Go, peeling the tape with much force, his lips bled as it was freed from its muteness.

The smell of iron wafted in the air along with Lance's shriek. It was music to Olivia's ears. She never heard him say sorry to her after he blatantly used her to gain his riches.

”Why are you illegally purchasing guns for months?” Olivia interrogated.

Lance spit the blood that pooled in his lips to the side. ”Simple. So the Huks can kill your lover boy. I told you. I'm taking you so you can be safe when they attack this cursed land.”

Hearing Lance's admission sent a slush of fiery lava in the pit of Maxen's stomach. He shot up from his seat, his shadow loomed over the insolent bastard.

Looking over her shoulders, Olivia tried to tug a corner of her lips for a smile but she couldn't.

Husband and wife knew how much armory Lance Go managed to smuggle in the country. It was enough to equip an army.