Gavin Clark's mouth dropped open even wider, his eyes bulging like lanterns. After a long moment, he rasped, “Th-this name sounds so familiar, I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere before.”

The woman with a face like a vengeful ghost said, “My brother is called Andrew Foster, he’s the owner of this inn. We’re both secret agents of the Black Dragon Platform.”

Uh... uh...

A moment later, a fat man slowly emerged from the darkness. His face was plump and oily, his whole body exuding wealth—he looked exactly like one of those heartless rich men.

“My name is Andrew Foster, a secret agent of the Black Dragon Platform, and I’m your contact.” Andrew Foster said coolly, “Everything just now was merely a test for you, Gavin Clark. Your reaction was truly... astonishing. I’ve lived over forty years and never seen someone as shameless as you.”

Andrew Foster let out a soft sigh. “This is just too outrageous! How can such a shameless person even have the face to live in this world? I don’t have the authority to kill you, but I must teach you a lesson. I’ll use a branding iron to leave an indelible mark on you, then escort you back to the Empire to face family law.”

The woman with a devilish figure and a ghostly face, Anthony Foster, rasped, “By the way, let me tell you, the Black Dragon Platform’s punishment for traitors is... being thrown into a vat of boiling oil.”

“Do it!” Andrew Foster ordered.

The warrior’s glowing red branding iron pressed straight toward Gavin Clark’s chest.

At that moment, Gavin Clark burst out laughing. “Hahahaha, interesting, interesting! Andrew Foster, from the moment I entered your inn, I knew you were testing me. I’ve passed with flying colors, but I’m really disappointed in your reactions. As spies of the Black Dragon Platform, you’re just too unprofessional.”

Chapter 11: An Easy Turnaround, Monster!

After hearing Gavin Clark’s words, Andrew Foster didn’t get angry but instead laughed coldly. “You’re about to die and still talking tough. Just now, you started confessing before we even began the torture. I’ve never seen such an eager traitor.”

The devil-bodied woman, Anthony Foster, said coldly, “Gavin Clark, there’s no use arguing anymore. The confessions you just gave are ironclad evidence of your betrayal of the Black Dragon Platform and the Empire.”

Gavin Clark said, “So, you’re saying that even if I jumped into the Tian River, I couldn’t wash myself clean?”

Andrew Foster said, “You’re filthy all over, of course you can’t wash yourself clean.”

Anthony Foster said, “In your next life, try to be a decent person.”

“Do it...” Then the siblings spoke in unison.

The half-red branding iron once again pressed fiercely toward Gavin Clark’s chest.

“Sizzle...” Instantly, the stench of burning filled the air, thick smoke billowing.

“Ah... ah... ah... ah...” Gavin Clark screamed desperately, his whole body trembling.

The warriors nearby gritted their teeth as they watched, feeling deeply satisfied—it was just too gratifying.

But soon, Andrew Foster realized something was wrong.

Because Gavin Clark’s screams weren’t of pain, but of enjoyment.

Are there really such perverts in this world? Enjoying being burned by a branding iron?

Very quickly, he noticed something else was off: the air only smelled of burning cloth, not burning flesh.

He hurried forward, tore open Gavin Clark’s clothes, and found a bronze mirror inside. The branding iron had landed directly on the mirror, leaving Gavin Clark completely unharmed.

“Oh, you found out.” Gavin Clark said, “People as handsome as me usually have a habit of always carrying a mirror. When I’m hungry, I just take it out and look at myself, and I’m full.”

No one paid him any attention.

At this point, someone should have played along and asked, why is that?

Gavin Clark said, “Because being handsome is as good as food! At my level of handsomeness, just one look is like feasting on delicacies. See my dark circles? Know why I don’t sleep well? Because before six every morning, I get woken up by my own handsomeness. It’s really annoying.”

Everyone around twitched uncontrollably.

“Boss, can I kill him?” one of the warriors asked, trembling, unable to hold back any longer.

Andrew Foster’s plump face twitched, and he put the now-dim branding iron back into the charcoal.

A few minutes later, the branding iron was glowing red again.

Andrew Foster took it out and once more walked toward Gavin Clark. “Since you’re woken up by your own handsomeness, I’ll ruin your face so you can finally get a good night’s sleep.”

Then, he slowly pressed the red-hot branding iron toward Gavin Clark’s face.

“I want to see if your skin is really made of bronze and iron.”

Gavin Clark laughed, “Shopkeeper Foster, Shopkeeper Foster, wait!”

Then, he became serious. “I told you, everything just now was just me acting. I knew you were testing me, and I was testing you too. In the end, you really disappointed me.”

Andrew Foster said, “No matter how eloquent you are, it’s useless.”

At this point, Gavin Clark really couldn’t clear his name even if he jumped into the Tian River. It seemed impossible to escape being disfigured.

Gavin Clark said, “Miss, check your belt—see if there’s a slip of paper inside?”

Anthony Foster was startled. She slipped her fingers into her belt, but found nothing at all.