Chapter 139: The Demon God of Investment (5)
In the deep of night, in a lavishly decorated bedroom, a man in his mid-forties was lying bound on the floor. His entire body was covered in wounds, as if he had endured great suffering.
"Ugh, ugh..."
The man groaned as three unidentified figures looked down on him. They were dressed from head to toe in black robes and fully covered with dark hoods, which made their faces completely hidden. It was impossible to even distinguish their gender.
With terror in his eyes, the man weakly asked, "Who are you?"
Just the night before, he had comfortably fallen asleep in his bed. But now, upon waking, he found himself bound and thrown onto the floor of the bedroom.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
No answer came. They simply raised the red-hot iron rod once more—an iron bar heated with magic.
"Please, please!"
He begged for mercy, but it was useless. The searing heat of the metal burned mercilessly through his body.
"AAAH!"
The pain was so intense that he felt as though he might lose consciousness, but the pain was too much even for that.
Struggling and writhing, the bound man screamed in agony, "What—what do you want from me?!"