Chapter 1319 - 1318: Ahhh, These Lunatics!

Chapter 1319: Chapter 1318: Ahhh, These Lunatics!

At this moment, all the thugs rushed up and launched a flurry of punches and kicks. Very quickly, the man was gasping more air out than he was taking in.

But disappointingly, he still didn’t reveal who was behind him.

"Who sent you?"

Maxwell Peary walked over slowly with a frown, emotions in his eyes unreadable.

"I did it myself, no one... no one sent me."

The man lay there on the ground, his clothes already filthy beyond recognition.

After saying that, the man reached out and grabbed Maxwell Peary’s trouser leg.

"I beg you, let me go, I really don’t know anything, really no one sent me."

Maxwell Peary looked down at his tightly grabbed pant leg, extremely displeased.

He lifted his foot and stomped forcefully on the man’s fingers.

"Speak, who sent you."

"Ah! No one... no one sent me, ah..."

The man’s face twisted in pain as he continued to howl.

After a wave of piercing pain, darkness overcame him.

He gloriously passed out.

Seeing this, Maxwell Peary glanced at the thug beside him.

The thug understood, reached over, grabbed a can of gasoline, and splashed it down.

"Cough cough cough..."

The man quickly woke up, his nostrils filled with the pungent smell of gasoline.

"What are you... what are you doing?"

The man’s whole body trembled in fear, a realization dawned on him, but he was unwilling to believe it.

Impossible!

These people would never do such a thing.

"You like setting fires, don’t you? You like to keep your mouth shut, right? Then we’ll light a fire too."

Saying that, the thug began splashing gasoline around the area.

"No! No!"

Are these people planning to burn him alive?

Too cruel!

Do they have any sense of law?

"I’ll give you one last chance, will you talk?"

A thug leaned in.

"I... I... no... really no one sent me, I beg you to let me go, I admit I deserve to die, I’m a scoundrel, if you let me go, I’ll immediately turn myself in, I beg you..."

The man struggled desperately to get up, but with injuries all over, even the slightest movement was excruciating.

Right now, he was like a fish on the chopping board, unable to move at all.

"Then you might as well die."

This guy really can’t be reasoned with.

After pouring the gasoline, the thug casually pulled out a lighter.

"If you don’t talk, you’ll have no chance later."

The man lay on the ground in sheer terror, wanting to struggle but unable to move.

"Really... no."

Upon hearing this, Maxwell Peary said nothing more and directly took the lighter from the thug’s hand, tossing it onto the debris beside.

Instantly, the warehouse was engulfed in flames.

The man saw that these people really dared to set a fire and was instantly scared out of his wits.

"Ahhhhh! I’ll talk, I’ll talk!"

The fire was still burning around him, but he was drenched in gasoline, and soon, it would reach him.

At that moment, he truly felt fear.

Death, was beckoning to him.

"Put out the fire first, put it out quickly, if you don’t, I won’t talk, put it out fast!"

At this point, whatever heavy injuries he felt didn’t matter, his shouts were full of vigor.

It’s evident that when people face death, they can unleash unimaginable potential.

"If you don’t talk, we won’t put it out."