Chapter 221 Scene : Punishmen (2/2)

Jack had opposed the plan but was shut down. He was only a 'soldier' and had to obey orders.

Just like the mistake they made by underestimating John Wick when he wanted to be released from the organisation (the High Table), they made a mistake in thinking they could break John's son.

Out of all the offsprings that they had created, Jack saw that Zenith had the best potential and the one that mirrored John's personality the most. That was why he opposed the plan. Now, as he looked at the cold boy in front of him, he knew that what he feared the most had come true.

The boy was skilled. The boy was smart.

The boy was a cold, unfeeling killing machine who wouldn't listen to orders that he didn't agree with.

At least John listened and followed the Code of the High Table - until Santiago double-crossed him. So John ignored the Code and made that hit at the Continental. The sanctuary, where no one was allowed to harm another (let alone kill).

Now John Wick had a $14 million bounty on him. Countless of assassins after him. Despite that, John Wick had managed to kill every single assassin after him and created huge problem for the High Table.

Just when things were going to settle down, just when John Wick was willing to step down so long as his request was met ... the High Table did the stupid thing of trying to kill John. Too bad his body was never found and now, every single person at the High Table - and of course, Winston who orchestrated it all ... are scared shitless.

So that is why they decided to use Zenith.

To get to John.

Again, Jack felt that was stupid. Either give him what he wants, or kill him. Not use his own son that he never knew about to force him to work for them again. What are they thinking?! They can't even control Zenith, his son. What makes them think they can control the father?

Jack shook his head, clearing it from all these thoughts which caused him nothing but endless grief. The High Table thought too highly of themselves. Their ego was smashed and they are trying very hard to assert their dominance once again over the entire elite assassin community.

”Are we done yet?” Zenith asked, his speech slurred. He cursed himself for that but there was no helping it. It had been nearly a week now and he was already showing signs of hypothermia.

They wanted to break him so they kept on the torture. Though they thought they weren't being too harsh, they forgot that the human body still had limits. Zenith had the willpower but sooner or later, his body will succumb.

He wondered idly when these fools would realise that his body temperature was dangerously low. That if this was to go on, he'd die.

Not that he cared, really. Death would be a welcome release.

Even though a part of him wanted to kill his father with his own hands, he wasn't going to be heartbroken if he couldn't. If it meant he could escape this Hell Hole, he'd take it. Even if escaping meant Death.

Jack had originally wanted to ask if Zenith would now listen to orders, but the moment Zenith asked his question, Jack stood up straight.

He quickly looked at Zenith properly and his breath got stuck in his throat. How did he miss this?! He noted, for the first time, Zenith's blue lips. Jack quickly studied the rest of Zenith's body and found that his skin was pale.

Jack cursed under his breath.

Why didn't the torturers notice this? Perhaps putting him in a dark room wasn't such a good idea after all. Still, those torturers were supposed to take good care of Zenith and ensure that his health wasn't affected too badly. Going into hypothermia was obviously not in the cards.

Jack turned to the goons beside him, barked an order to release Zenith and stomped out.

He had some torturers to torture.