Chapter 175: Order to Torture

At a private residence somewhere in the Capital City. A medium-built man in his early fifties lounged on a sofa, toying with a wineglass. The ruby liquid shimmered and swayed. The man standing beside him murmured, "Mr. Yare, Daxton went himself." "Mm." Alvin Yare nodded, satisfied. "With Yan Nanfei away, nobody else can get him to come, so the Imperial Bureau had to send that fool Daxton. Now we sit back and watch." "Mr. Yare, aren't we going to do anything?" Alvin Yare shook his head. "He's...