Derek's POV
I knew that for someone like him, they weren't afraid of death or pain. They were only afraid of losing consciousness.
The overhead lights illuminated Black Fox's face, and I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
When the cold syringe pierced his skin, it felt to him like an ant bite. Yet, the veins on his hands bulged. He clenched his fists, struggling to break free.
Even a powerful werewolf could feel fear when faced with an unknown drug.
I coldly stared at him. "Will you talk now, or later when you have no dignity left? Who have you been working for all these years? Who instructed you to harm my son and Tabitha? Out of respect for our kind, I can let you die with dignity."
Black Fox swallowed hard. "Forget about it. Even if you beat me to death, I won't talk. You can fool others, but not me."
His counter-surveillance instincts were strong, and his mental resilience was far superior to that of ordinary people.
Werewolf special forces soldiers always had exceptional psychological qualities.
"Very well. I have all the time to wait for the drug to take effect." I returned to my seat, casually flipping through his file. "Orphaned at a young age, it says here you have a brother."
Black Fox's pupils dilated.
I knew he had been living under a fake identity for years and probably never expected to be found out.
"He has no idea. Don't do anything to him," Black Fox's expression finally showed some fluctuation.
I leisurely flipped through the documents. "Is that so? Innocent? My son, who is not even two years old, is not innocent? Did you think about that when you pushed him down?"
Alvin walked in and whispered something in my ear, handing me a phone.
"Unfortunately, your phone has been hacked."
There were no suspicious contacts on his phone, not even a photo of his brother. The only message was a reminder from the property management to pay fees.
Black Fox had no social life, no friends, and was highly disciplined.
Werewolves often had unique survival methods and codes of conduct.
"You should know that even deleted chat records can be recovered."
Black Fox sneered coldly, "What if I have no chat records at all? You think I didn't prepare for today? Don't waste your time. I told you I have nothing to say."
"This is what you asked for," I snapped my fingers.
Alvin pulled up a video. In the dim light, a clean-cut young man was skillfully grilling at a barbecue stall, sweat rolling down his cheeks.
Seeing that busy figure, Black Fox immediately recognized it as his younger brother.
"Your brother is quite the exemplary child. He worked three jobs during the summer only to get the money to go abroad. He was a good prospect, but unfortunately..." I sighed, "I’ve always been someone who values talent. But debts must be repaid. Let him pay for what you owe me. How about the Starry Building?"
"What do you want to do?"
"Nothing much, just what you did to my son. Alvin, I remember the Starry Building has thirty-two floors, right?"
Alvin added, "You’re mistaken. It’s fifty-two floors. Just last month, someone jumped off. I heard his head was smashed and brains splattered everywhere. His body was even unrecognizable."
Black Fox knew this was a common threat tactic, but when it concerned himself, he couldn't remain calm.
Beads of sweat rolled down his nose. It seemed the drug was also starting to take effect.
Alvin's phone was on speaker, and a noisy voice came through.
A man's voice said, "Hey, my sister is about to jump off. You look just like her ex. Can you help me talk her down? She's my only sister. I really can't lose her."
"What do you want me to do?"
"She left a note. She should be on the roof of this building now. Come with me to check it out."
"Okay, don't worry. I'll go with you right now."
The boy's voice was clean and anxious.