Victor Ken.

In the other room, Franco stared at the guys in horror, his eyes wide with fear. He was being tortured by Jack, who was no less skilled than John. Jack's expertise in torture was top-notch, which was why he was made the head of the bodyguards. Franco's body was already battered and bruised, he was already screaming in agony.

"Please spare me, I was just taking orders from the big boss," Franco begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

He could hardly speak, but he had to try and stop the pain. His eyes pleaded with them to show mercy, but they just stared back at him with cold, hard faces.

"I need names," Anthony said coldly, his eyes cold. "Who was behind the plot to take down the Ken family?" He asked him.

Franco gulped his saliva in fear, afraid to mention the big boss's name. But he had no choice. He was still contemplating when he felt a hot object on his body, making him scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The smell of burning flesh filled the air.

"Any further delay means do