"Uncle Wilson, you better be honest, or I might accidentally pull the trigger."
Monroe's cold voice rose as she forced Tom to step back into the corner with the gun.
Wang Daniu immediately cast a binding spell on Wilson, immobilizing him and beginning the interrogation.
"Uncle, I suggest you come clean about what you know, like who placed the curse on this luxury car." Monroe raised a cruel smile at the corner of her mouth, "You wouldn't want to take that secret to the grave, would you?"
Tom seemed utterly fearless, leaning emotionlessly against the wall, like a pig not scared of scalding water.
"Do you think your silence will save your life?" Wang Daniu asked mockingly.
Tom slowly lifted his head, his eyes exuding a trace of indifference. "As you wish, I'm tired of living already."
His voice revealed a deep sense of weariness.
