Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1177
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Crystalâs POV:
The two clowns understood that the situation was not in their favor and instantly began begging for mercy.
Rufus removed their masks, revealing two ordinary men in their early twenties. âWhat do the colors of these masks signify?â Rufus asked them forbiddingly while shooting a glance at the masks.
âIâll tell you everything.â The man in the white sweatshirt was well aware of his current predicament and quickly spilled his guts.
âThe colors represent different standings. The green mask is for tourists, while the red, pink, and blue masks are for staff. The colors reflect our ranks. The red ones have the highest position and are the fewest in number. At present, there are only two of them, while the blue ones are the most common.â
âSo, you are the most common ones?â I asked.
The clown hurriedly nodded and said, âYes, we are assigned the simplest jobs, so we are the most common.â
âWhat do you usually have to do?â I asked again.
The clowns exchanged a glance, the hesitancy clearly written on their faces. âTell us.â Rufus furrowed his brows, iron lacing his voice, forcing the clowns to yield.
âOkay, okay. Please donât hurt us. Staff like us who are lower on the totem pole usually only perform some chores, such as mopping the floor and moving things around.â
As soon as I heard this, I knew that both of these guys were lyingâat least they didnât tell us the whole truth. I angrily slammed my hand on the table. âDonât try to fool us. If you donât tell the truth, you wonât leave this place alive.â
The clowns reflexively moved their heads away from us and muttered, âWeâve told you everything we can.â
I scoffed and cracked my knuckles, saying, âFine, then I will ask you one question at a time, and you can give me an honest answer. If you donât, Iâll pull your teeth out.â The clowns were terrified and frantically shook their heads.
âItâs your choice now.â I watched their frightened faces frostily without mercy. Both the clowns were sweating profusely and nodded in agreement. Weâll tell you everything we know.â
âWho is Lee?â
âHe⦠He is the owner of this circus.â The clownâs eyes darted around furtively and dared not meet our gazes, the guilt obvious on his face.
Rufus put down the masks and asked, âDoes he also wear a red mask?â
The clown shook his head frantically with fear. âLee is the ultimate authority figure. He is different from all of us. He wears a black skull mask. We donât have the status to meet him, so we donât know his real identity.â
Rufus calmed down and asked, âYou abducted those disabled children or bought them from human traffickers, right? Where are they now?â
The clowns didnât want to give a direct answer to the questions and gave a vague reply.
âTell me! Where are they?â My patience ran out and I couldnât help but shout.
Both clowns peered at us warily. âWho are you and why are you asking us these questions? If you want us to give you answers, you need to reveal your identities first.â
âDonât ask too much. You just need to answer our questions,â I threw their words back at them with a snort.
At this point, the color drained from the face of one of the clowns. âHave you come from the imperial palace?â
After asking that, he struggled violently and shouted, âYou must have! Lee hates people from there the most. If he finds out that you caught us, he wonât spare us!â