The three burly men slowly began to retreat, seemingly attempting to escape.
Quintus, however, didn't give them a chance. He swiftly moved forward and, within a few moves, incapacitated their left legs.
The rest was up to me. He stepped aside, awaiting my orders. I slowly approached the men, choosing the one who looked the most terrified.
"Tell me where Alexander took my friend after he abducted her. Speak up, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, I'll have my men disable your other hand and both your legs, and you'll spend your life as a cripple."
The man broke into a cold sweat. Nevertheless, he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. Abducting? Mr. Arnoult just sent me to deal with you. I don't know anything else."
"Okay."
I didn't waste any more time. I got up and signaled Quintus.
Quintus quickly stepped forward and forcefully twisted the wrist of another man. With a sickening crack, his wrist was bent at a 90-degree angle.
The man's scream echoed through the room. The thug that was most scared turned pale and trembled in fear.
"N-No. Don't hurt me! I'll tell you! I don't know what Mr. Arnoult did, but if he's abducted someone, they're bound to be at the factory in the suburbs. It's one of the properties of the Arnoult family, and he always takes people there to deal with them!"
I immediately set off with Quintus to go to the factory.
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