The eyes of the seven men moved to Jack, his face covered in oil and wine, there was no wound on his body, he had been there the longest and after him, Neil no longer needed to interrogate the final guy.
How suspicious was that?
For a few minutes, everything remained absolutely silent, the prison cell had little light, just enough to see each other's silhouettes.
Soon, one of the guys who had been beaten to that stage couldn't hold back any longer.
They had been beaten so badly but this Jack bastard not only did not get beaten but was even fed with delicious food.
The smell of the meat was still strong.
"You fucker, did you reveal it?" the first guy to be beaten asked, his voice hoarse and resentful.
"Huh? Wha- of course not, I didn't say that and wouldn't say that no matter what!" Jack said honestly.
The limbs of them all were broken or the six beaten guys would've ganged up on Jack and beaten him worse than what they received.
