At first, Felix genuinely believed Louis was the final player in this twisted game. However, as events unfolded, he quickly realized otherwise.

Louis was too young, and the fact that a seasoned martial artist accompanied him suggested that there was someone higher pulling the strings.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" Louis screamed, his will utterly shattered by the relentless torture. At this point, his rank and martial prowess no longer mattered. No one could endure this kind of pain indefinitely.

"It was my uncle—Jonathan Larsen! He orchestrated everything. I swear it's the truth—just end it quickly!" Louis cried out, desperation dripping from every word.

"Your uncle?" Felix muttered, his voice icy. "And where is he now?"

"He's at Polaris! My uncle is one of their elders," Louis replied, trembling.

Felix froze for a moment, taken aback. So, Matty had not been bluffing after all—Polaris was genuinely involved. Felix had assumed Matty had thrown out the name of a major sect as a scare