"If you want to find the mastermind of the serial murder case, I can help you. But first, you need to tell me where my friend is," I warned as I grabbed his collar.
"Ha... You'll never find her," he said with a provocative smile as if unconcerned about the outcome.
I firmly put my foot between his legs and applied increasing pressure. My voice became lower as I stepped harder. "You pretend to be a woman and only target women who are weaker than you. You're nothing more than a coward.
"There's a high probability... that this part of you is defective, right? So there's no point in keeping it."
Joel, rushing in from the side, felt a surge of fear that constricted his lower abdomen. He turned, protectively clutching his abdomen, and swiftly pulled Eason out. He then turned back and dragged Dexter out as well. "Let's go. My balls hurt..."
"Go to the monitoring room with Zion to locate Violette!" Eason kicked Joel.
