Fifteen minutes later, at the East Suburb Villa.
The man, his face covered with a piece of clothing, was brought to the basement level and then pushed into a gloomy room.
Inside the room was a table and several chairs, surrounded by icy concrete walls. Two mercenaries dragged him to the center, removed the cloth from his head, and the tape from his mouth.
Suddenly, a punch struck his abdomen hard.
The man groaned, blood trickling from his mouth. He saw the muscular mercenaries around him and felt extremely frightened, not knowing what kind of torture he would have to endure next.
"Speak, who sent you?" a mercenary asked in a rough voice.
The man, out of fear, didn't know how to respond. He tried to remain calm, but couldn't prevent his hands and feet from trembling.
Another mercenary let out a taunting laugh: "See, this is no more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot."
Laughter broke out among them.
