This wasn’t Raymond Brooks’s first time acting as a translator, but it was completely different from his previous experiences, so Raymond Brooks was still a bit nervous.

Pointing at the photo on the phone, Raymond Brooks said with a slight tremor in his voice, “Where is the person in this photo?”

Sanchez shot a hateful look at the phone, then glared at Raymond Brooks and shouted, “I’ve never seen this person, never! Tell them I’ve never seen him!”

“He says he hasn’t seen him.”

“Ask him where the hostages are being held.”

“Where are the hostages being kept?”

Sanchez straightened up, but instead of looking at the Captain, he glared angrily at Raymond Brooks and said, “Damn it, tell them the person they’re looking for isn’t here with me. If you dare to make things up, you’re dead.”

Raymond Brooks didn’t embellish, but he also didn’t translate every single word from Sanchez; he simply said right away, “He refuses to say.”

The Captain put away his phone and said in a very low voice, “Ernest, make him talk!”

Immediately, someone rushed to the front of the sofa, grabbed Sanchez by the collar with his left hand, and with his right hand, squeezed Sanchez’s already broken nose, then started twisting it.

Sanchez tried to struggle and shake his head, but that only made it hurt more, so he could only twist his head along with Ernest’s hand, wailing in a thick nasal voice, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”

Sanchez’s voice sounded muffled, and he gave in much faster than Raymond Brooks had expected.

Raymond Brooks didn’t mind letting Sanchez suffer a bit more, but as a translator, he had to be professional, so he immediately said, “He’s willing to talk now.”

Ernest let go of Sanchez’s nose. Sanchez sniffed lightly, then, with a miserable expression, said, “The person you’re looking for isn’t here with me. You—damn Chinese—tell them I haven’t seen the person they’re looking for!”

The Captain looked at Raymond Brooks, his eyes full of expectation, and asked, “What did he say?”

“He said the person you’re looking for isn’t inside, and also some curse words—do you need me to translate the insults?”

Raymond Brooks definitely had professional standards as a translator, but he also wanted to use the opportunity to let Sanchez suffer a bit, so he passed the insults directed at himself on to the Captain and his men.

They didn’t get the answer they wanted, but the Captain didn’t say much more. He just said very seriously, “Ernest, torture him.”

Ernest didn’t go for Sanchez’s nose again, but instead pulled out a knife, stabbed it into Sanchez’s thigh, and then began to twist it gently.

Sanchez screamed at the top of his lungs, then shrieked, “For God’s sake, it wasn’t me! The person you’re looking for isn’t here! It has nothing to do with me, nothing…”

Raymond Brooks translated Sanchez’s words, and the Captain immediately roared, “You took the ransom but didn’t release the hostage, and even killed the hostage. Only you have done something like this.”

Sanchez suddenly started struggling, shouting hoarsely, “It wasn’t me! I didn’t kidnap him, damn it! I only did it once, when I first switched to being a kidnapper. You can’t just assume it’s me every time something like this happens—it wasn’t me! Damn it, I only did it once!”

Sanchez spoke so fast that Raymond Brooks had a hard time keeping up, but he managed, and his translation was still accurate.

Hearing Sanchez’s words, Ernest twisted the knife hard, then shouted angrily, “Now you realize how important reputation is! Just one time and your reputation is ruined. Speak—where are the hostages?”

Sanchez twisted in pain, only able to shout, “I didn’t! It wasn’t me…”

Although Sanchez desperately denied kidnapping the hostages, the Captain was unmoved. He raised his wrist to check his watch, then said to Ernest, “We don’t have time to waste. Give him something harsher.”

Ernest pulled the knife out of Sanchez’s leg and pointed the blood-dripping tip at Sanchez’s eye.

Sanchez howled, “I work for the Seta Group! You can’t do this to me! Do you want to die?”

Hearing Sanchez’s words, Raymond Brooks immediately said to the Captain, “He says he works for the Seta Group. If you do this, you’ll die.”

The Captain remained unmoved, still speaking calmly, “You can choose not to talk, until you’re cut to pieces, one slice at a time.”

Ernest didn’t rush to act, but waited for Raymond Brooks to translate the Captain’s words before pushing the knife forward and slowly dragging it down.

Sanchez’s face was cut open, and he screamed again, shouting, “I’ll talk! I’ll talk! The hostages are all in the dungeon—the entrance is right under the carpet.”

Raymond Brooks immediately translated Sanchez’s words, and the Captain breathed a sigh of relief, then shouted loudly to the people outside, “Joey, come in! The hostages are in here.”

The lounge wasn’t very big, so the Captain’s men hadn’t searched it carefully, instead looking for where the hostages were being held outside, which was why they hadn’t discovered the dungeon was right in this room.

There was only a small carpet in the lounge, clearly visible at a glance, but because it was so obvious, it had been overlooked. Only after Sanchez revealed the location did a small, thin person immediately run over and lift up the carpet.