"So, you're the one meddling in other people's business? I was expecting some kind of hotshot," a voice taunted as two figures walked into the courtyard—a young man and an older gentleman.

Based on Matty's earlier mention, the younger man was undoubtedly Louis O'Neill.

Louis glanced at the four writhing men on the ground. His expression tightened as he assessed their condition. Even a glance was enough to tell they had been subjected to extreme torture.

Felix did not bother with greetings, shooting four silver needles into Matty and the others and causing them another wave of excruciating pain. Even Louis's lips twitched involuntarily as he watched. He dared not imagine how horrible the pain was.

"In every nation, anyone with even a shred of decency knows you never harm children!" Felix's voice was cold yet laced with fury.

He continued, "There's a story from abroad about a fugitive in a high-speed car chase. Police were hot on his tail, but he slammed on the brakes when he came