Chapter 111

Charles's gaze was frigid as ice. He stared down at the men forced to kneel before him, lips curling into a cold, mocking smile. In his hands, they had zero chance of escape. "You're staying quiet?" His tone was like a blade slicing through the air, sharp and icy. "Think biting your tongue will get you out of this? Grow up." One guy clamped his jaw tight and suddenly tried to bite through his tongue. But Charles moved even faster—his hand snapped out, steel-strong fingers clamping onto the guy's jaw so hard it felt like he was about to crush it. "Wanna die? Not that easy," Charles said, voice laced with ruthless chill. "You touched Stella—so now, get ready to beg for the end." The man squirmed, whimpering in pain, completely stuck in Charles's iron grip. The others watched in horror, faces drained of color, bodies trembling involuntarily. Charles finally let go, threw them a cold sideways glance, and signaled his men. "Lock them up. Take your time wringing it out of them. Just make sur