Chapter 33 Black Dragon Sheds Tears
Larry's roar was like muffled thunder, echoing in Roxanne's ears, making her eardrums tingle and leaving her utterly disoriented.
At this moment, she could only cry incessantly, not knowing how to respond.
After a while, she finally reacted, saying in despair, "I don't know, I really don't know. The... the map was taken by Frederick. It seems he gave it to some big shot at Aurora Citadel."
Larry picked up the switchblade from the bed and slashed at her wrist.
Blood splattered.
Roxanne opened her mouth wide in pain, unable to scream. Her face twisted in agony, looking terrifying, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
Larry casually took out a few silver needles and inserted them into her body.
Without finding out about the Artwork of Moonlit, Roxanne couldn't die.
With the silver needles inserted, her wrist, after being cut off, didn't bleed much. But she could still feel the pain.
It was a kind of pain that was unbearable for ordinary people.
At this moment, she wanted to die. But Larry was right; living was more painful than dying for her now.
Larry sat down again, looking at the wretched Roxanne with a cold expression, and said, "The pain you're suffering now is far from enough to atone for your sins. I'll ask you one more time, where is the Artwork of Moonlit?"
"I... I... don't, don't know." Roxanne's teeth chattered, and she stuttered as she spoke.
Hearing this, Larry frowned.
He thought, 'Ordinary people, after such torture, would say anything to survive. But now Roxanne says she doesn't know. Could it be that she really doesn't know the whereabouts of the Artwork of Moonlit?'
The Artwork of Moonlit was his family heirloom, passed down for countless years. His grandfather had said on his deathbed that the Bennett family could perish, but the map must not be lost.
"I beg you, please let me go. I really don't know." Roxanne's body trembled, and she spoke incoherently.
At this moment, she felt dizzy but couldn't completely pass out.
Her face and hands were in excruciating pain, which she couldn't bear.
Larry was a devil. She was scared, utterly terrified, and kept begging for mercy.
"I'll spare your life for now. I'll give you some time to find out the whereabouts of the Artwork of Moonlit. I'll come back for you. If you still don't know by then, I'll show you what true despair is." Larry stood up.
Then, he walked to the bedside and grabbed Tom, who was crouching in the corner, trembling.
Tom was shaking with fear, and there was a puddle on the floor, clearly from wetting himself.
"It's not my fault. I don't know anything." Tom trembled and kept begging for mercy.
"Consider today as if you saw nothing. If you reveal anything that happened today, you can imagine the consequences." Larry's expression was cold. He was clear about his grudges and didn't want to kill Tom since he had no enmity with Tom.
Larry looked again at Roxanne, who was lying on the bed like a dead dog.
"You must be very curious about my current identity. I don't mind telling you. I am the Black Dragon of Southwild, the commander of the million-strong Black Dragon Army. Not to mention Frederick, even the Free King, if I want to kill him, I will." Larry left these words and turned to leave.
He revealed his identity to put pressure on Roxanne, urging her to find out the whereabouts of the Artwork of Moonlit as soon as possible.
After he left, the room was filled only with her sobs.
Her body was trembling.
"Black Dragon, the commander of Southwild, one of the Five Great Marshals?" She couldn't believe it.
She thought, 'How could the little boy from the Bennett family ten years ago become the renowned Black Dragon of Southwild?'
Although she wasn't in the military, Frederick was, and he held a high rank. She had heard Frederick talk about the Five Great Marshals.
Black Dragon was awarded the title of commander the shortest time ago, just a year ago. But he was the most terrifying among the Five Great Marshals.
His strength was beyond imagination.
Moreover, he was also a miraculous doctor.
Thinking of Larry's identity, Roxanne couldn't help but tremble.
She never expected that Larry's current identity would be so terrifying. No wonder the Free King didn't investigate deeply after Frederick was killed. It turned out that the one who killed Frederick was the Black Dragon, whom even the Free King feared.
Seeing Larry leave, Tom finally sighed in relief.
Now he was drenched in sweat. Glancing at Roxanne lying on the bed, her face scarred and her hand cut off, he shuddered and turned to flee.
"Don't, don't go. Save, save me. Take me to the hospital. I have money. I'll give you money." Earlier, Roxanne wanted to die.
Now that Larry was gone, she didn't want to die; she wanted to live.
Hearing about money, Tom stopped.
He pondered, 'Larry has said before leaving that Roxanne shouldn't die. If I leave and Roxanne dies here, Larry would blame me, and I won't escape punishment. Besides, if I save Roxanne, I can get money.'
Thinking of this, he immediately took out his phone and dialed the emergency number.
After leaving Roxanne's villa, Larry put on his mask again.
He went to the residence of Johnson family, the Garcia family and the Wilson family.
The sky was just beginning to brighten.
At the Bennett family cemetery, Sunset City
In front of Richard's grave.
There were now three bloody heads.
Larry knelt before Richard's grave.
He said, "Grandpa, Kevin is dead, George Johnson is dead, James Garcia is dead, David Wilson is dead. The main culprits who went to the our home and set it on fire are all dead. Grandpa, I am incompetent; I haven't found the whereabouts of the Artwork of Moonlit yet.
"But don't worry, Grandpa, I will definitely find the Artwork of Moonlit.
"Although the main culprits are dead, I will not let the Four Great Families off so easily. I want them to know what despair is. I want them to be unable to live or die, to be tortured to death, to honor the souls of the Bennett family."
Larry knelt before Richard's grave, crying sorrowfully.
He, the mighty Black Dragon of Southwild, had never shed a tear even when facing many enemies.
A real man should not easily shed tears.
However, at this moment, he cried, cried sorrowfully.
Although he was now the Black Dragon of Southwild, no one knew what he had endured in the past ten years.
Ten years ago, he was burned by a fire. He saw his relatives crying out in the flames, saw their tear-streaked faces, their expressions of despair and helplessness.
This scene was unforgettable for him.
Just when he was in despair, a ponytailed girl rushed in, untied the ropes on him regardless of everything, and pulled him out of the sea of fire.
After escaping the fire, he saw that the girl was also on fire, but he only cared about himself and jumped into the river, leaving the girl behind.
For ten years, he felt guilty and blamed himself.
He bore hatred, rising step by step from being a lowly soldier to becoming the Black Dragon, all for this day to repay kindness and seek revenge.
Now, the enemies were dead, but the anger in his heart was hard to quell.
The Four Great Families had made mistakes and must be punished.
Moreover, from Roxanne's words, he could roughly deduce that the mastermind behind the destruction of the Bennett family was someone from Aurora Citadel.
This person's goal was the Artwork of Moonlit.
He clenched his fists. "Grandpa, no matter who took the Artwork of Moonlit, in the future, I will bring their head to honor you."
The grievances and tortures of the past ten years turned into tears at this moment.
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