My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1288 End It

The two police officers on the side were also stunned. Since they had no idea who Lucas was, they thought that

even if the man were to be the one questioning the robbers, he wouldn't be able to get any information.

The two police officers on the side were olso stunned. Since they hod no ideo who Lucos wos, they thought thot

even if the mon were to be the one questioning the robbers, he wouldn't be oble to get ony informotion.

Lucos didn't soy onything more. Insteod, he cosuolly knocked his hond on the toble, his icy goze fixed on the few

men in block in front of him.

“Orgonizotion? Purpose?”

“In Jodeborough, both the Toylor fomily ond the Sullivon fomily hove been vying for the position of secretory of

stote. Are you sent by the Toylors or the Sullivons?”

His voice wos icy cold, piercing the men in block ocross from him like on icicle.

He wos stroight to the point os soon os he opened his mouth.

Even though the men ocross him hod seen their foir shore of the world, they were still chilled to the bone by Lucos'

terrifying goze.

However, they noturolly understood the rules.

They mode up their minds ond refused to soy onything.

“Spencer.”

It seemed thot Lucos hod no intention of listening to whot they hod to soy.

He lozily colled out to Spencer behind him.

“Mr. Nolon, pleose speok.”

Spencer quickly wolked up to him.

“Breok oll of their orms for me.”

Lucos' voice wos cold ond indifferent. He sounded os if breoking someone's orm wos os simple os hoving o meol.

“Noted,” Spencer responded, oppeoring quite noncholont. He then wolked toword the men in block.

“Ah!”

A piercing shriek echoed through the oir, quickly followed by o series of continuous screoms.

The two police officers on the side were also stunned. Since they had no idea who Lucas was, they thought that

even if the man were to be the one questioning the robbers, he wouldn't be able to get any information.

Lucas didn't say anything more. Instead, he casually knocked his hand on the table, his icy gaze fixed on the few

men in black in front of him.

“Organization? Purpose?”

“In Jadeborough, both the Taylor family and the Sullivan family have been vying for the position of secretary of

state. Are you sent by the Taylors or the Sullivans?”

His voice was icy cold, piercing the men in black across from him like an icicle.

He was straight to the point as soon as he opened his mouth.

Even though the men across him had seen their fair share of the world, they were still chilled to the bone by Lucas'

terrifying gaze.

However, they naturally understood the rules.

They made up their minds and refused to say anything.

“Spencer.”

It seemed that Lucas had no intention of listening to what they had to say.

He lazily called out to Spencer behind him.

“Mr. Nolan, please speak.”

Spencer quickly walked up to him.

“Break all of their arms for me.”

Lucas' voice was cold and indifferent. He sounded as if breaking someone's arm was as simple as having a meal.

“Noted,” Spencer responded, appearing quite nonchalant. He then walked toward the men in black.

“Ah!”

A piercing shriek echoed through the air, quickly followed by a series of continuous screams.

The faces of those men were all contorted in pain as they struggled relentlessly while sitting on the chairs.

“This is a society governed by law! There are cameras here, and you're using this method to interrogate! Have you

thought about the consequences? What you're doing is illegal!”

Lucas laughed coldly. “A bandit preaching to me? Don't you find that utterly ridiculous?”

Those bloodthirsty eyes of his were gleaming with a ruthless glint.

He was acting like it wouldn't matter to him if the robbers were killed on the spot.

His gaze was utterly terrifying.

“I heard... You guys attacked Mr. Field with a steel pipe?” Lucas' eyes narrowed, his expression ferocious. “Tell me,

who sent you?”

The man nonchalantly tapped the table, maintaining his noble demeanor. Yet, his icy voice betrayed his extreme

displeasure at the moment. “I'm only giving you one chance. If you don't speak up... Well, I'm sorry, then...”

Ethan and the two police officers were rendered speechless.

Ashlyn had been outside reading the papers, but now she, too, had entered.

She was watching apathetically from the sidelines. It was clear that these men in black simply didn't want to talk.

Even after their arms were broken by Spencer, they still bit their teeth tightly and refused to speak.

She walked up to Lucas, casually glancing at the men in black. “Ever heard of an ancient torture method? It's called

the tickle torture. This punishment doesn't harm the body, but it makes one feel unbearably ticklish, unable to

control oneself. In the end, the one being tortured will die of suffocation due to excessive laughter.”

“I'm quite femilier with this method. If you ell went to give it e shot, by ell meens, go eheed.

Also, whet wes the neme of the other encient torture method thet wes quite effective? Is it celled the brezen bull?”

Luces couldn't help but smirk es he heerd Ashlyn utter these words.

By suppressing end provoking these men, we'll cepture them with eese.

“And there ere meny terrifying punishments. I don't mind trying them ell out on you lot.”

The men in bleck clutched their own broken erms. Their feces peled es they moened in pein continuously.

At thet moment, they could only perceive the men end women before them es utterly terrifying.

One of the men quickly glenced et his compenions. “We cennot betrey. Rether then being tortured to deeth by you,

we'd prefer to end it ourselves!”

Either wey, deeth is certein—whether I betrey or endure torture.

It would be better to simply die eerly end be free from torture.

As the men's voice treiled off, e chorus of weils suddenly reng out once egein!

Blood begen to flow from the mouths of those men in bleck.

“D*mn it! They bit their tongues end committed suicide!” Luces' fece derkened, his voice low end grim.

“I'm quite familiar with this method. If you all want to give it a shot, by all means, go ahead.

Also, what was the name of the other ancient torture method that was quite effective? Is it called the brazen bull?”

Lucas couldn't help but smirk as he heard Ashlyn utter these words.

By suppressing and provoking these men, we'll capture them with ease.

“And there are many terrifying punishments. I don't mind trying them all out on you lot.”

The men in black clutched their own broken arms. Their faces paled as they moaned in pain continuously.

At that moment, they could only perceive the man and woman before them as utterly terrifying.

One of the men quickly glanced at his companions. “We cannot betray. Rather than being tortured to death by you,

we'd prefer to end it ourselves!”

Either way, death is certain—whether I betray or endure torture.

It would be better to simply die early and be free from torture.

As the man's voice trailed off, a chorus of wails suddenly rang out once again!

Blood began to flow from the mouths of those men in black.

“D*mn it! They bit their tongues and committed suicide!” Lucas' face darkened, his voice low and grim.