Chapter 323
Dexter and Zion walked out from the private room’s washroom.
Tristan tried to run, but Dexter grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall. "Does Quinton Lambert have something to do with Yvette’s disappearance?"
Tristan panicked and tried to run again, yet he couldn’t break free. "I don’t know! I don’t know anything!" "Are you not planning to tell us?" Dexter grabbed his hair and slammed him against the wall again. His gaze was cold like a merciless killer. Zion wanted to intervene, but I stopped him.
Dexter dragged Tristan over to the table and pressed him down. He then pulled out a syringe from his pocket and coldly said, "This is potassium chloride. You should know that you’ll die for sure once this poison enters your bloodstream."
The syringe’s needle had pierced through Tristan’s skin. His face paled as he looked at Dexter, terrified. The veins on his neck bulged in fear and anger. "Who the fuck are you guys? Yvette has no family to care for her. You-"
The needle pierced Tristan’s vein before he could finish his sentence. He was genuinely panicking at this point.
We could tell from his words that their targets for the "sacrifice" were mostly from troubled or broken families, or individuals from extremely rural villages.
Even those missing men who had connections with Helen were mostly orphans. Some of them even came from divorced families where no one cared for them.
Tristan said, "Quinton made me seduce and hand over to him a woman whom nobody cared for. I had no idea what he was planning to do. Quinton is a lunatic; he has caused the deaths of many women. Go find him instead!
"He brought Yvette away and locked her up. It’s been years since I last saw her!" He sobbed while trembling, even wetting his pants.
Dexter’s gaze was cold as he got up. He glanced at Tristan disdainfully before giving him a kick. He then tossed the syringe into the trash can. It wasn’t potassium chloride inside but a saline solution.