Looking at the two wet cups on the desk and Rebecca who was lying on the bed, Connor suddenly realized something. Ever since he walked into the room, Vidal hadn't moved at all, whether it was when he released the three balls of corrosive liquid at the beginning, or when he was shot by Connor's arm, or when he used the big grey hand to attack him, Vidal didn't move at all.
Two wet cups. What did that mean? It meant that both of them had drunk the water! Now that Rebecca Cayenne had been drugged and was lying on the bed, what would happen to Mr. Vidal, who had probably also drunk the well water that Connor had drugged with Vidal?
Did he not move because he didn't want to move? Or was it because the drug had taken effect and he couldn't move?
Connor Ferguson curled his lips and came up with a plan. Without hesitation, he drew out the sharp Kurun knife from his waist and dashed towards Rebecca who was lying on the bed. Vidal glared at the direction where Connor was going to attack. He hurriedly chanted and used the big grey hand again, trying to stop Connor.
Looking at the big gray hand beside him that wanted to stop him, Connor didn't try to hide the smile in his eyes after his trick succeeded.
"Shit!" Vidal shouted in his mind. The smug look on Connor's face reminded him of another possibility, so he immediately chanted again.
However, Connor wouldn't give him the chance to do so. As he had planned, he abruptly stopped running towards Rebecca and jumped up. The back of the Kurun knife hit Vidal's temple hard.
"Clang!"
After a muffled sound, Vidal, who was halfway through his chant, fell to the ground and fainted.
… ….
… ….
In an empty room in the ancient castle.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"
The muffled sounds of fists colliding with flesh kept coming out from the room.
Left hook, right hook, uppercut … With a sinister smile on his face, Conor Ferguson mercilessly punched the sack in front of him, who was hanging on the beam.
"Drip … Drip … Drip …"
On the rough surface of the yellow sack, there were already some red blood stains. Drops of blood were dripping on the floor one after another.
Connor punched the sack again, causing the sack hanging in the air to shake. Only then did he stop his beating. He found a white towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead before putting the sack on the ground.
There was a person lying in the sack. It was none other than Vidal! However, Vidal was no longer as spirited as he was when they first met. Now, he was tied up and covered in wounds. There was not a single inch of skin on his body that was unscathed.
In order to prevent him from chanting, using the dark green liquid and the grey hand, Connor stuffed a rag in his mouth so that he could not speak. However, Vidal was not an ordinary person. Under Connor's brutal beatings, he remained conscious and glared at Connor fiercely. If looks could kill, then Connor would be on his way to heaven right now.
Pressing the revolver against Vidal's temple, Connor said in a deep voice, "I want to talk to you. I'm going to remove the rag from your mouth now, but if I hear you chanting, I'll blow your head off immediately. I believe you don't want to see your brain juice either!"
Seeing that Vidal did not resist fiercely and was still glaring at him, Connor took a deep breath and slowly removed the rag from Vidal's mouth.
"Bah!"
As soon as the rag was removed from Vidal's mouth, a stream of red saliva was spat on Connor's face.
"You son of a b * tch, if I hadn't fallen for your trick, I would have made you regret being born into this world!" Vidal's narrow triangular eyes flashed with a sinister glint as he spoke in a hoarse voice.
After wiping off the stinky saliva on his face, Connor laughed in exasperation. He gently patted Vidal's bruised cheek and said flatly, "I didn't expect Mr. Vidal to be such a tough guy. My apologies, my apologies! To be honest, I admire tough guys like you the most! "
As soon as his voice trailed off, Connor directly covered Vidal's face with a towel. Vidal seemed to have realized what Connor was trying to do. His fierce eyes turned into fear and his body instinctively began to struggle.
But unfortunately, Vidal's struggles were destined to be futile as he was tied up by a hemp rope as thick as an arm.
After pouring five buckets of water on the towel, Connor finally stopped when Vidal's body began to convulse and his limbs flailed wildly. "Water torture!"
Looking at Vidal's miserable appearance, Connor did not have the slightest bit of pity in his heart. He knew very well that the original Connor Ferguson died in the hands of this guy's curse. If he chose to sit back and wait for death, he would end up the same way.
After removing the towel covering Vidal's face, Connor once again pressed the revolver against his temple. "Mr. Vidal, please believe me. Death is never the scariest thing. If you continue to be such a tough guy, I will definitely make you beg me to kill you!"
Upon hearing Connor's threat, Vidal, who had just recovered from the water torture, had a look of humiliation in his slender triangular eyes. After pondering for a moment, he said, "What do you want to know from me?"
"Why did you and Rebecca curse me? What did you do to my memory? Let me give you a friendly reminder, dear Mr. Vidal. I have my own judgment. If I sense lies and deceit, then it's not just Mr. Vidal's fault! "Connor said in a low voice, not bothering to hide the blatant threat in his words.
After carefully listening to Connor's words word by word, Vidal's eyes were surprisingly devoid of anger and resentment. Instead, they were replaced by calmness. "Connor, let's make a deal! You saw it just now. I cast a spell. I know you must be interested in this. I'll give it to you, and you'll let me and Rebecca leave. How about that? "
Seeing that Vidal seemed to be bargaining with him, Connor sneered and said indifferently, "One hand."
"What do you mean?" Vidal asked with a frown. He had no idea what Connor meant by one hand.
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