My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 165

Kisha observed as the man shifted all blame onto the Winters. She couldn’t discern if he was genuinely unaware of the situation or shamelessly deflecting responsibility.

Perhaps he sought to vilify the Winters in her eyes, knowing they weren’t present to defend themselves, or perhaps he aimed to incite hostility towards them, thus avoiding the need to order her team to fight them when they eventually crossed paths.

But unfortunately for him, the people he was slandering were just standing before him and did not even realize it. Kisha was about to execute him but he was still sharpening her knife before giving it back to her. How ironic that was for the whole situation that Kisha found herself being amused by how things turned out for them.

’Was it really this easy to uncover a traitor?’ she mused in herself.

"Then, where was the Coltons’ Young Master in the shelter? Why can’t we find him earlier? We were planning to join his command the moment we heard that he was there but we couldn’t even find his stronghold, everyone wanted to seek shelter under him. Where was it exactly?

If we knew from the beginning, we wouldn’t be in this situation, don’t you think?" Kisha then let out a defeated sigh as he lowered her head.

The man erupted into maniacal laughter, doubling over with his hands clutching his stomach. His expression and demeanor shifted dramatically, exuding a palpable aura of menace. "What a clever ploy, attempting to catch me off guard and extract information!" he spat out between fits of laughter. "Did you truly believe I was so naive?" His teeth clenched, jaw tight with veins pulsating visibly.

A furious intensity flashed in his eyes, their hue shifting to a menacing red. He resembled a serial killer teetering on the brink of a violent rampage.

Kisha realized that her intentions had been uncovered. The man, who had initially seemed foolish, now revealed himself to be far more menacing and experienced than even the death warriors they encountered while with the Winters.

Perhaps, while Kisha attempted to glean information from the man, he too was assessing her sincerity in desiring to join the Coltons versus potentially spying on them, akin to his actions with Aston.

"Yeah, I think you really are so naive and stupid," Kisha responded coolly, her gaze unwavering.

His demeanor shifted entirely, veering into the realm of the unhinged. "You’re already at my mercy, yet you still act tough," he sneered. "Imagine how it would feel if I had my way with you and fuck you senseless, then systematically dismembered you while you remained alive. Or perhaps I should start with your team, slowly ending each of their lives in front of you?"

It appears that unlike Duke, who has cultivated a group of elite bodyguards comparable to the country’s top special agents to elevate the Winters family, the Coltons have instead fostered death warriors to carry out their bidding and execute nefarious deeds like assassinations and the like.

"Is that so?" Kisha said indifferently before rising from the ground as though nothing had happened. Her facade had dissolved upon the revelation of her true intentions. She saw no purpose in continuing the charade to uncover the location of their headquarters.

Even if the man’s claim about the Coltons’ Young Master being in the shelter was true—or just a ruse to gauge her response—it warranted investigation. Moreover, there was little chance of extracting further information from him, as it was highly unlikely he would divulge more.

For all she knew, every word he uttered could be a fabrication, considering his track record of deceit from the outset. Perhaps he was genuinely withholding information, or perhaps he simply had nothing substantial to disclose. Either way, it rendered him useless to their cause.