Female Novel
Chapter 1120
Right now, Asher was filled with immense regret.
Just how blind and foolish I am to offend such a terrifying person?
He was well aware that Jean would certainly do as he said. By then, he would be stuck in a hopeless situation.
Just the thought of such agony made him tremble uncontrollably.
In the end, he could only say what he knew.
“What lies could I possibly tell when I'm in such a state? I genuinely have no idea about the details of the forcebehind all this.”
Jean's eyes narrowed, his gaze flickering with a dangerous intensity. “Does that mean you know something otherthan that?”
Asher swallowed hard, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.
“All I know is that the upper management of the black market is run by people from the mafia. But anythingbeyond that, I'm not sure...”
This piece of information, indeed, took Jean by surprise.
Before this, he had conjectured that the black markets of all countries were under the mafia's sway.
However, Asher contended that the mafia constituted merely one managerial tier within the black market. Therewere additional higher-ups above them.
This implied that further up the hierarchy, there were powers of even greater influence. They must have trulyexceptional background.
Jean and Nathaniel exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat solemn.
Nathaniel finally spoke up at that moment. “Tell us everything you know, or else, you'll have a taste of chili wateragain.”
Asher, cowed into submission, answered whatever questions they had.
“Actually, black market managers from all countries don't know much. This organization operates with utmostsecrecy. Despite the illusion of high-ranking positions and influence, we aren't genuinely regarded as significantor wholly trusted. We're frequently left uninformed about various matters, essentially receiving a paycheck forour efforts. Furthermore, I've only held this role for a mere two years, so I possess even less knowledge about theupper echelons of the operation...”
As he spoke, his breath quickened slightly, and he coughed twice before continuing in a frail voice, “Typically, Ionly have contact with black market managers from neighboring countries. I heard some speculations about thehigher-ups from them.”
Growing impatient, Jean pressed Asher with a direct question, “What kind of speculations?”
After a moment of contemplation, Asher responded, “There are two more plausible theories. One suggests thatthe individual in charge might be the leader of a prominent Western family, or possibly a high-ranking officialfrom a major nation. Currently, no one can confirm the accuracy of these speculations.”
Upon hearing this, Jean pondered over the possibilities of these two speculations.
To orchestrate a vast black market network spanning multiple countries, one that had endured and expanded formany years, was undeniably remarkable. It seemed unlikely that a family alone could have orchestrated such anenterprise.
Even though he lacked concrete evidence, a faint hunch began to take shape in his mind. novelbin
It occurred to him that this matter might be intricately connected to the situation in Phison. In that region, therewere several powerful family clans, their influence nearly rivaling that of the nation itself.
Therefore, it seemed plausible that only those influential families in Phison could have established an operation ofthis magnitude.
Furthermore, Bartitsu Guild might have something to do with it as well.
Naturally, Nathaniel had also considered this possibility, and his expression darkened slightly.
A moment later, he pressed, “Is there anything else you haven't disclosed? Come clean now, or you understandthe consequences.”
Asher's face contorted with fear and helplessness. “I swear there's nothing more! I've confessed everything Ishould have. Please believe me...”
Jean cast a brief, knowing look at Asher, sensing that further interrogation might yield no additional information.With that in mind, he chose to let the matter rest.
With a respectful tone, Cloud asked, “Mr. Beauvort, what do you plan to do with him next?”
Before Jean could utter a word in response, Asher had already started to plead for mercy.
“Spare me, please! I've told you everything I know. I beg you, don't kill me! Please don't kill me!”
Jean let out a cold, mirthless chuckle. “Weren't you so stubborn just moments ago, telling me to do as I please?Now, where has all your courage gone?”
Asher was momentarily at a loss for words.
Not wanting to waste more time on him, Jean glanced at Cloud and said indifferently, “Take him away. Lock himup first and make sure he doesn't die.”