Chapter 762: Why Is Someone Trying To Harm Him?

Chapter 762: Why is Someone Trying to Harm

Him?

These men's faces were twisted with pain as they struggled on the

chairs.

“This is a society governed by the rule of law!"

"There is surveillance here. Are you aware of the consequences of

taking matters into your own hands like this?"

“This is illegal the way you are doing it!"

Franklin sneered, "A robber talking to me about the law? Don't you

think that's ridiculous?"

Those bloodthirsty eyes gleamed with a fierce and ruthless light.

The look in the man's eyes was too scary.

“I heard... you guys used steel pipes to beat up Wright?" Franklin

raised his eyebrows fiercely, “Tell me, who ordered you to do this?"

The man casually tapped the table, still maintaining his noble

demeanor. However, his cold voice revealed his extreme displeasure at

the moment. "I'll give you one chance only. If you don't speak, I'm afraid

you can't bear the consequences.

Sylvia was just outside watching the records, and now she had come

in.

She had been watching coldly all along, and it was obvious that these

men in black clothes did not want to speak.

Even if Jasper broke their arms, they wouldn't tell the truth.

She walked up to Franklin and casually glanced at the black-clad men.

"Do you know about a notorious woman in history named Amirah

Banks? She invented a punishment called the laughter torture, which

doesn't physically harm the body but causes unbearable itching that

cannot be controlled. Eventually, one would die from lack of oxygen

due to uncontrollable laughter.”

"If you don't tell the truth, I'd like to try it on you."

Franklin looked at Sylvia and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"And there are many terrible punishments, and I don't mind trying them

all on you."

These black-clad men clutched their limp arms, their faces pale from

pain, and moaned incessantly.

Right now, in their eyes, the man and woman before them seemed

extremely terrifying.

One of the men quickly scanned his companions and said, "We can't

betray them. Instead of being tortured to death by you, it's better to end

it ourselves!”

After all, betrayal was also death. Whether they were tortured to death

or not, it was all the same.

They might as well die early and break free from suffering.

As the man's voice fell, suddenly a wail of sorrow rose up again.

"Oh no! They bit their tongues and committed suicide!" Franklin's face

was dark and his voice was low, with a hint of coldness.

He never expected that this group of black-clothed people would be so

fierce.

Director Mays was so frightened that he quickly called out, "Quickly!

Quickly, pry open their mouths!"

"Don't let everyone die!"

"Really stupid! They actually thought that biting their tongue would

really kill them, just like in TV dramas? That's all a lie in TV dramas,"

Sylvia said as she kicked the nearest man to her. "You guys are big and

strong, how could you possibly die from just biting your tongue? That's

just ridiculous.”

"Since you're not afraid of pain and you don't want your tongues

anymore. Jasper, cut their tongues off, bit by bit," Franklin ordered.

Jasper immediately produced a dagger from somewhere, its blade

shimmering with an eerie, cold light under the lamp.

He then approached the first black-clad man, gripped his head, and

thrust the dagger into his mouth.

Originally, Director Mays had instructed his subordinates to hold the

mouths of these black-clad men open, and it happened to make it

easier for Jasper to carry out his gruesome task.

“No, no, please!"

Watching their own tongues being cut off bit by bit, who could endure

such a sight?

Jasper hadn't even been operated on yet! As soon as he touched the

other person's tongue, he started to mumble and howl.

It was too ridiculous to even mention.

In ten minutes, the man stepped forward while rolling up his sleeves.

A beautiful and graceful woman also walked out with him.

Director Mays, accompanied by the police and Jasper, was also closely

following behind.

“Thank you, Mr. Maskelyne and Miss Andrews."

Director Mays said with a satisfied expression, "Take your time, take

your time."

"Director Mays, please." Franklin smirked. "I hope you can apprehend

the mastermind behind the scenes."

After they left the police station and getting into the car, Isla’s phone

rang.

"Master, we have found out who reported and framed Secretary Cody."

"Who?" Franklin's voice was cold and low.

“Clark.”

The man narrowed his sharp eyes, a hint of coldness flashing through

them. What kind of grudge or conflict did Clark and Cody have? Why

did he want to get rid of Cody?

There was a look of confusion and puzzlement in his eyes, as if he felt

like he had missed some important information.

"Go to the prison where Clark is being held," Franklin said to Jasper

after hanging up the phone.

Franklin told her the content of the phone call he just received. The

woman's dark eyes flashed with confusion. "One is a government

official, and the other is a well-known local entrepreneur. How could

there be such strong animosity between them?"

Clark's plan to frame and report Cody was clearly meant to lead him to

his death, without any hope of making a comeback.

"That's something only Clark himself knows," she said.

The car raced towards the direction of the prison as Jasper turned on

the radio that came with it. Suddenly, a sweet female voice interrupted

the music playing on air: "Breaking news! All drivers, especially those

working for ride-sharing services or taxis, please be aware that several

dangerous criminals have escaped from City North Prison through an

underground tunnel they dug themselves."

“The three escapees are Clark, Acevedo and Kole... If you come across

these fugitives who are soaking wet from their escape in waterways

nearby City North Prison within ten minutes ago or so, please stay alert

and report them immediately."

“The police have launched an all-out manhunt for these fugitives in

order to bring them back into custody as soon as possible."

The atmosphere inside the car became extremely tense.

Jasper took some time before reacting, “Clark escaped? How can this

be? City North Prison has tight security measures; how could he

possibly get out? This man is unbelievable!"

"City North Prison is located by sea; behind it lies open waters," Sylvia

said with an unpleasant expression on her face. "If he managed to dig

his way out through an underground tunnel leading towards waterways

outside prison walls... It wouldn't be impossible. There was even a

movie called “Escape’ about this kind of thing before.”

"It seems like we don't need to go after him anymore." Franklin felt

uneasy for no apparent reason; things seemed like they were spiraling

out of control.

"What worries me most now is if he continues targeting Wright."

“You're right," Sylvia nodded in agreement. "We need more personnel

at the hospital.”

“Let's head back there first." Franklin instructed Jasper who then drove

towards their destination once again.

In open waters where one couldn't see land anywhere around them,

Clark kept swimming forward while frantically waving his arms around

trying not to drown.

He looked up at the blue sky above him and escaped. He had finally

escaped. Franklin, Sylvia, Cody! None of the people who had hurt him

would be able to live. Two burly men followed him desperately in his

direction. In this cold weather, the icy seawater was bone-chilling and

they were freezing with purple lips, but they refused to give up.

Finally, a fishing boat came towards them with two old fishermen on

board. One of them widened his eyes and said, "Hey bro, do you see

someone over there?" The other replied quickly,"Yeah! Three people!"

"Quickly! Throw out the rope!” Clark and his two companions were

finally rescued onto the boat.

The two kind-hearted old men gave them some dry food that they

brought along with them."How did you end up drifting in the sea?

Luckily it wasn't high tide today; otherwise you would have been in

trouble.”

Clark was handsome and smiled softly; he looked harmless. "Sir, we

are just a family out for a trip when our boat started leaking.”

"Who knows what really happened on that boat? We'll take you back to

shore now.”

“Yeah! Hurry up and contact your family members." The three of them

ate something to regain their strength while sitting on board watching

as the two old men drove their boat quickly towards shore.

The feeling of breathing freely was really good. Clark sat on deck

staring at the blue sea water but couldn't help thinking about Winter's

face which he hadn't seen for so long.

In a remote mountain village by a small river where many men and

women washed clothes or vegetables by its banks stood Winter who

was heavily pregnant struggling to carry her bucket of water into her

small wooden house.

"Winter, you're about to give birth soon, right? How can you still carry

water yourself?" An elderly woman wearing a floral cotton coat passed

by her carrying some onions asked sympathetically.

"I have no choice; I'm living alone here,” Winter replied wiping sweat

from her forehead after putting down her bucket of water.

"Oh dear me... it's not good without any man around here... if your child

is born without a father then it won't be good either... why don't I

introduce someone for you?" The elderly woman winked suggestively

at Winter trying to play matchmaker for her but she just smiled politely

saying, "No thanks; I'm fine alone."

As she smiled by the riverside, many men couldn't help but gawk.

Even some married women, upon seeing their husbands staring, would

angrily grab their men by the ear and scold, "What are you looking at?

What's so attractive about a woman with a bastard in her belly?"

"Ow, ow, ow!"

The pregnant woman, her belly protruding, showed no change in her

expression, as if she had long grown numb to such comments.

She continued carrying the water forward. A man in his thirties, seeing

this, immediately rushed over to take the water bucket from her and

asked with concern, "Winter, why are you fetching water by yourself

again? Why didn't you call me?"