Building A Business Empire From Scratch In Another World-Chapter 201 : Interrogation

Secrets of Morningstar Headquarters-Beneath The Headquarters.

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Deep beneath the bustling streets of the city, where echoes of battle still lingered like ghosts, lay a chamber that few dared to enter.

This was no ordinary room for meetings or strategy; it was a sacred space reserved for one thing,truth.

And not just any truth, but the kind forged in blood and pain.

The inside this room was thick with an unsettling dampness, heavy with the metallic scent of blood.

The walls are rough stone, cold against the skin and stained with remnants of past horrors that scrubbing could never erase.

Dimly lit by flickering torches set in iron brackets, shadows dance restlessly across the room, creating an atmosphere both eerie and electric.Each flame sputters and hissed.

At the center of the room sat three people bound to a heavy wooden chairs, their bodies was a total mess.

Their faces are swollen beyond recognition; noses broken and lips.

Torn clothes expose skin marred by bruises and burns, while dried blood clings to their cheeks. The air is thick with a stench of iron mingled with sweat and fear.

In stark contrast to this horror was Felix at the head of the room, his pristine white suit glowing faintly in the torchlight.

Every seam pressed perfectly, every fold immaculate; he appears almost angelic against such ugliness.

His shoes shine as if untouched by dirt, while he remains composed,back straight, legs crossed and hands resting lightly on armrests.

There's something chilling about his expression; it's neither cruel nor kind but detached,a living contradiction in this pit of hellfire.

To his left stands Zephyr, cloaked in his assassin's garb with a hood drawn low over his

sharp eyes that glimmer faintly from beneath the shadow.

His presence is quieter than Felix's but equally dangerous as he reports calmly:

"Twenty infiltrators dead… three captured alive." Zephyr said his voice echoing in the room.

Felix listens with an expressionless dace. Zephyr continues detailing their movements and military-level coordination, their backing from a faction rich in resources making it clear this wasn't random chaos.

Behind Felix,Jarvis was leaning against the wall,his face was calm as he just looked at the three figures tied on the chair.

His fingers tapping lightly against his arm.

Felix slowly rose up from his chair as tension fills the room instantly; ropes strain against captives' binds as they flinch at his approach.

He steps forward until only a pace separates him from their trembling forms,the weight of his gaze palpable.

"Who sent you?" he asks softly.

The words were soft, yet in the heavy silence of that chamber, they struck like hammer blows.

No reply came,the captives' breathing quickened, turning shallow and ragged.

Their eyes flitted nervously between each other and back to Felix, who remained a calm presence amidst the tension.

The silence stretched on, thickening like fog.

Felix's gaze didn't falter. He asked again, "Why here?"

His tone was calm and even, as if he were discussing the weather rather than interrogating terrified souls.

The pressure in the room mounted unbearably; even the flickering flames seemed to sputter under its weight, shadows creeping closer.

Sweat trickled down the captives' foreheads despite the chill in the air. One whimpered, lips trembling but no words escaped.

Then, courage cracked in one of them,not in a way Felix had hoped for.

He turned his head sharply, bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood, and spat it forward,a crimson splash across Felix's shoes.

The room suddenly froze.

Zephyr's head snapped up, eyes narrowing dangerously as he slowly took a step forward while flashing his blade under

his cloak.

As for Jarvis he raised an eyebrow and then looked at the one who spat on Felix shoes and shook his head.

But Felix raised a hand palm outward and Zephyr halted mid-stride.

Felix glanced down at the red mark on his shoe before lifting his gaze back to meet the captive's defiant stare.

He let silence stretch until that false bravado began to tremble under its weight.

Finally, he said softly but firmly, "Talk and live. Stay silent… and be killed, choose one."

It wasn't a threat; it was a certainty.

Yet still no answer came.

Felix turned slightly toward Jarvis; nothing more than a shared look passed between them but it was enough.

Jarvis's lips finally curled into a smile not one of amusement but of hunger but a predatory grin.

He stepped past Felix toward an array of sinister devices lined against the far wall: chains, hooks, knives,all designed solely for pain.

His fingers glided over cold metal until he selected a long iron rod with a wickedly sharp end.

The captives stiffened as their eyes widened in horror. Breaths grew frantic as they writhed against their bindings,yet escape was impossible.

Each echoing step Jarvis took resonated ominously against stone walls.

And then,the screams began. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The iron pierced flesh with a sickening crunch as agony erupted from the first captive's throat,a ragged wail that reverberated off stone walls until it became an unbearable chorus of suffering.

Jarvis twisted slowly as if savoring every shift of tone and shudder beneath him while blood flowed freely,staining wood and pooling on stone with rhythmic plinks that mingled with tortured cries.

Felix settled back into his chair as the screams kept echoing around him. His expression didn't change as if the screams were nothing more than a haunting melody playing in the background.

He just sat there observing with the keen intensity of someone analyzing figures on a spreadsheet.

Across from him, Zephyr was speechless as he looked at Jarvis who seems to be enjoying this..

Jarvis moved like a predator relishing its prey, his grin stretching wider with every anguished cry that pierced the air.

His demeanor was completely different from his usual calm and composure.

Then came the moment when the second captive broke down completely.

His voice trembled, words spilling out amidst desperate sobs. "Stop..stop...please, gods...stop! I'll talk!"

But Jarvis didn't relent; he pressed on mercilessly.

The man's cries morphed into frantic shrieks as terror consumed him, his eyes bulging while tears mixed with blood on his battered face.

Felix raised a hand,a simple gesture but Jarvis obeyed instantly, stepping back even as the rod dripped ominously.

The silence that followed was punctuated only by the captive's heart-wrenching sobs.

Leaning forward slightly, Felix clasped his hands loosely together and spoke in a steady voice that betrayed no emotion.

"Who sent you?"

The man swallowed hard; fear tangled up his words. "The… the Black Thorn…"

That name dropped into the chamber like a stone sinking into water, sending ripples of recognition through Zephyr; he stiffened at its mention.

Felix's gaze sharpened as something flickered behind those calm eyes.

He surveyed the captives before turning to Zephyr and then to Jarvis.

Finally, he spoke, his voice filled with curiosity, " The Black Thorn huh..."