The Eyeglasses Man was startled by Ankh's sudden imposing aura.
But after a moment, he burst into a wild laugh, his sickly face contorting as he roared, "You want to know the Cult Leader's plans? You, of all people, think you can make me talk?!"
Ankh's expression darkened. With a slight flick of his finger, immense gravity instantly crushed the Eyeglasses Man's arrogant demeanor.
"If you don't speak, I'll crush your bones!" Ankh said coldly. The Eyeglasses Man's body, being ground by the repulsive force, emitted sounds of cracking bones, yet his mouth remained stubbornly shut: "Bastard! Is that all you've got?! Ah!!"
Are all the cadres of the White Devil Cult this stubborn? Since torture and interrogation are useless, I'll have to find another way to get answers.
Otherwise, once I hand him over to the Council, I'll have no way to access him anymore.
Ankh narrowed his eyes, his gaze suddenly falling upon the Beautiful Woman beside the Eyeglasses Man.
Suddenly, a faint, mischievous smile appeared on his lips.
The gravity applied to him abruptly vanished, allowing the Eyeglasses Man to finally catch his breath. Still shaken, he propped himself up. Why did he stop?
"Brat! What new trick are you trying to pull now?!" the Eyeglasses Man managed to open his mouth and curse without mercy.
Through the Eyeglasses Man's blurry vision, he seemed to see a sinister smile on Ankh's face.
Before he could react, the Beautiful Woman beside him suddenly floated into the air. Ankh pulled her over and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
A flicker of panic finally appeared on the Eyeglasses Man's face as he hastily rebuked, "What do you want?! Whatever it is, come at me! Don't touch her!"
Aha, I finally found your weakness.
Ankh deliberately put on a lecherous expression, a strange grin spreading across his face as he said, "You ask what I'm doing? Of course, I'm doing what men love to do!"
"Although her pretty face has some injuries, her figure is absolutely flawless, just look!"
Ankh chuckled, reaching out his hand and slapping the Beautiful Woman's butt, who was on his shoulder.
"*Slap!* Hmm..."
Accompanied by a muffled sound, the Beautiful Woman's buttocks and lower body trembled slightly. The sensitive pain stimulated her nerves, causing her to unconsciously let out a muffled groan while lying on Ankh's back.
The Eyeglasses Man watched the scene before him with eyes wide in fury, wishing he could rush forward and flay Ankh alive for his actions.
Ankh looked at the agitated Eyeglasses Man with surprise, then continued to say things to provoke him: "What, you don't like watching? I don't even like giving you a live show!"
With that, Ankh adjusted the Beautiful Woman on his shoulder, then began to walk out the door. Before leaving, he flirtatiously added, "I'll come find you later; we're going to have some fun first!"
Terror finally appeared in the man's eyes. Watching Ankh slowly walk out the door, he shrieked and roared,
"Stop! Stop it!"
"Bastard, you beast!"
"No... wait, I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
The man's old tears were about to overflow. Watching his beloved woman being dragged out, he almost had a heart attack and fainted... Ankh, who had already walked out the door, heard the sound. His face immediately changed to a cold expression. He flung the woman back into the room and said icily, "Wouldn't it have been easier to do this earlier? You forced me to resort to dirty tricks..."
With tear stains on his face, the Eyeglasses Man's gaze fixed on the woman on the ground as he gnashed his teeth and cursed in a low voice, "Despicable scoundrel..."
Ankh frowned, his right hand forming a claw, hovering above the Beautiful Woman's butt, poised to grab down!
"Wait! No!"
The Eyeglasses Man urgently shouted to stop him. Ankh, his patience exhausted, said in a low, deep voice, "I'm very busy. Don't make me get serious."
After being threatened by Ankh, the Eyeglasses Man finally calmed down and dejectedly recounted the Cult's affairs.
Just as Ankh had guessed, the Eyeglasses Man was not only a fanboy of the Cult Leader but also one of the junior cadres within the Cult, and the Beautiful Woman was his partner.
The inside information the Eyeglasses Man knew was clearly more extensive than what the previous two captives had known. He revealed all the plans he was aware of, one by one.
According to the man, the White Devil Cult had been established for nearly ten years. Over these ten years, they had attracted many followers by their doctrine of demon worship, and had collected countless demon-related magic, secret treasures, and ancient texts.
The Satan Soul that Mirajane had received was even stored within the White Devil Cult, a terrifying item considered a treasure of the Cult... And their base of operations greatly astonished Ankh.
A mere cult organization had, through astonishing stealth techniques, controlled the monarch of a kingdom near Fiore, usurping an entire nation as their base!
And that design blueprint for the Magic Cannon, as well as the previous acts of human sacrifice in Mirajane's hometown to cultivate the Satan Soul, were all for the purpose of strengthening the White Devil Cult's combat power.
And their goal—that is, the Cult Leader's goal—was to wage war, conquer the Kingdom of Fiore, and replace its esteemed position on the continent.
Ankh couldn't help but scoff upon hearing this: "You, with your meager forces? You actually think you can overthrow the eternally neutral Magic Nation of Fiore?"
Putting aside everything else, this Eyeglasses Man, a mere junior cadre, couldn't even defeat Ankh. And they expect to go against the guilds in Fiore?
They must be dreaming! Just in his own guild, there was Makarov, one of the Ten Wizard Saints, whom they couldn't even deal with. This is purely insane... Even though Mages in guilds are not allowed to interfere in wars between nations, as long as the monarch of Fiore issues a request, how many masters wouldn't they be able to find?
The Eyeglasses Man saw Ankh's dismissive and mocking expression. He gritted his teeth, unsure how to refute, but still couldn't help but say,
"The Cult Leader's abilities are extraordinary, and his schemes are unfathomable. The final details of this operation are still unknown to cadres like us for now..."
Although the Eyeglasses Man said this, Ankh still couldn't feel even a hint of tension.
Ankh lifted the man and said mercilessly, "Once I tell the higher-ups about this, your Cult Leader will die before his campaign even begins."
Moreover, waging war would take several years. By then, Ankh, having developed, would be able to contend with the Cult Leader even if he were a Ten Wizard Saints-level Mage.
At this moment, Mirajane, who had been busy cleaning up the chaotic scene, finally returned to Ankh's side, fine beads of sweat trickling down her cheeks.
Ankh rummaged in his pocket, then handed her a handkerchief, saying, "You worked hard."
Mirajane's pretty face flushed. She took the handkerchief and wiped away her sweat, then saw the unconscious woman in the room, sprawled on the ground in a strange posture, and the man, seemingly exhausted, staying rooted to the spot.
She felt the atmosphere was a bit peculiar.
Mirajane looked at Ankh suspiciously. Ankh calmly pointed at the man and said, "I interrogated him, and he spilled everything."
That quickly? I was only gone for a moment!
Mirajane's small mouth slightly opened in surprise, then she looked at Ankh with admiration and said, "Amazing! I thought he was a tough nut to crack!"
The man, kneeling on the ground with a dead look in his eyes, heard Mirajane's hurtful remark and was on the verge of tears... I have something to say, but I don't know if I should say it—
Damn it, you people are truly inhumane...