The man's pants were wet. He clearly wasn't one of those fanatics, as Dipp's words had frightened him enough to make him wet himself.0

"Great. We're off to an excellent start. Now, tell me what you know about the Crown," Dipp asked, removing the sock stuffed in the man's mouth.0

"I don't know what you're talking about! Those wealthy people above the Crown are all dead!"0

"Wrong answer," Dipp said, revealing a ruthless smile. Then, with a flick of his hand, the black spike between one of the man's fingernails tore apart the man's nail, leaving behind a bloody mess.0

Dipp knew that when it came to interrogating criminals, one had to make them spill the truth as quickly as possible. There was no need to chop off their feet or hands, as weaker pains often create more psychological pressure...0