Chapter 1770

When the bodyguard heard the word 'hostages', his pupils dilated, revealing his thoughts.

For a veteran martial artist like Madfist, that could well be an admission.

He was now clearly stubbornly refusing to speak, and the panic on his face was from fear of reprisals.

Hence, Madfist eased his grip around his neck and gently coaxed, "You know about the hostages and where they are, but you can't talk. After all, you'd be made to suffer if you betray Droitner Inc., right?"

The bodyguard gulped and nodded slightly, even as Madfist still held his neck.

"But have you thought about it this way…?"

Madfist grinned. "That you'd suffer anyway if you don't talk?"

"Huh?!"

The bodyguard's eyes widened at Madfist's threat, even as Madfist held up two fingers right in front of his eyes.

Then, even as Madfist kept laughing, he breathed a sinister threat that would leave anyone flinching. "I will first gouge out your eyes and feed them to you, then crush your groin under my foot. After that, I