Chapter 482: Went back in time, you know?
Meanwhile...
Atlas and Hugo stood behind the one-way mirror, watching the interrogation with dark expressions. They had been there since the person who tried to stab Slater was captured, but that person hadn’t said a word for a while now.
Initially, the culprit had been talking, but everything he said was nonsense. He was simply diverting the conversation and purposely misleading the investigation. Now, he had completely shut down.
"Let me in," Hugo demanded, his eyes blazing as he gripped his shoulders. "I’ll make him talk."
His jaw tightened, and if his gaze could stab anything, the glass would have been shattered. He had been there long before Atlas, and his patience was wearing thin—very thin.
Though Atlas shared the same impatience as Hugo, he maintained a calm yet frosty front. "Hugo, patience."
"Some people talk after being coaxed, but others only speak when they know they’re about to cross the gates of hell," Hugo said, giving Atlas a look that made him seem like a beast about to devour anything in his way.
But Atlas was unfazed. "You’re not in a war zone, Hugo," he reminded him sternly, showing his second brother he wouldn’t back down. "Hurting him to make him talk isn’t admissible."
Hugo clenched his teeth and balled his hands into tight fists. He hissed through gritted teeth, clicking his tongue as he exhaled sharply.
"He’s not going to talk," Hugo said after suppressing the rising anger in his chest. "That much, I can guarantee."