Wayne hated the mastermind Yeloin deeply and had no sympathy for the accomplice Yalien, who had been betrayed and seen as a pawn, either due to uneven spoils or her own stupidity, unworthy of his compassion.
Old Lundan under the Union Jack never did anything humane, and Master Wayne's compassion was expensive, not cheap.
Yalien's face was ashen: "I can tell you who Yeloin is; I know all the truth about him. Give me a chance, I currently have no conflict of interest with you."
"Well said, but I refuse!"
Wayne's fingers clenched, his palm exuded foam, rushing into Yalien's mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, dyeing her body and mind white amidst her desperate groans.
At the same time, the tendrils of The Book of Greed wrapped around, licking the last bit of natural information and forcibly opened Yalien's memory bank, inputting the keyword Yeloin, browsing item by item rapidly.
