Fine! Fine!" the bandit shouted as he looked at Hugh's dark, cold eyes. "I'll tell you, so spare me, please!"
Hugh let go of the bandit and gave him a breathing room. The torture was done, and now, it was his time to reap the rewards.
"Who sent you the information?" Hugh asked.
"We don't know who he is, but we know he is from an organization," the bandit said with his head down.
Hugh looked at the bandit and saw that he was telling the truth. There was no sign of lies in his body, no heart raised, no palpitations, and no nervous tics.
There seemed to be a piece of truth in the bandit's words. Hugh decided to believe the information that he had gotten from this bandit.
"Who are they?" Hugh asked.
"I don't know!" the bandit said as he flinched away from Hugh even though Hugh did not move his hand. He had developed a trauma from Hugh's torture.
