My Wife is a Hacker by Summer Chapter 1131

"Do you think I'm more of a man than you are? It seems that you didn't understand what I was trying to
convey.You see, it's not easy for you to die, but I won't let you get off with a quick death either.If you
don't tell me what I want to know, I'll make it slow and painful." Jared said as though he was joking,
making the others shudder.

"Jared Johnston, you should just die," the tattooed man retorted."I won't tell you anything no matter
how much you torture me."

"Don't speak too soon, now." Jared looked at him playfully.

"So let's see.Can you still move your arm?"

The tattooed man's face were clenched and twisted, and his arm was trembling as it dangled limply at
his side.

"Jared Johnston, give me the antidote! Quick!"

Henry's henchman could not bear it anymore, as the excruciating pain in his arm had consigned him to
a life even worse than death.

Seeing this, Jared glanced at Claus with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I was right," Jared said.

He didn't last past fifteen minutes at all"Then, he looked at the tattooed man with a piercing stare, "The
antidote is here, but you must first provide me with the answer to my question.So tell me, who sent you
to assassinate Mr.Johnston Sr?"



"I have no idea!"

‘What a lame excuse' Jared glanced at Claus.

"Give him some more.Clause took a bottle of alcohol out and walked up to the man with the pentagram
tattoo.The entire bottle of alcohol hovered in front of him, and though he had said that he was not
afraid, he was, in truth, shaking with fear, as he new he would soon have a taste of death.

"If you speak now, you can still survive, but if you drag on, I'm afraid it'll be too late for your
arm,"иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σмClaus reminded.

"You're just trying to scare me with that bottle of alcohol.At this point, you can just take a knife and
plunge it through my chest instead," the tattooed man said, maintaining his stubbornness.

"Alright then.Here, have a drink," Claus said, and proceeded to pour the contents onto the man's
decaying arm.

As soon as the alcohol made contact with the wound, the searing pain sent him tumbling off onto the
ground, and his entire body began to writhe.

Jared watched as the man thrashed and convulsed on the ground for a while, after which he said, You
do these thing just for money.

Do you think that money would do you any good once you're dead, and do you really think that the
people you are serving are worth your sacrifices?"

As he continued convulsing, he stared at Jared, still refusing to speak up.

Seeing this, Jared stepped forward and squatted in front of him, whereupon he produced a lighter and
played with it.



The moment the tattooed man saw it, he knew what Jared was going to do next.

But just when Jared was about to flick the lighter on, he stopped.

"No, I'll tell you! I'll speak up!" the tattooed man yelled, having been tortured by Jared to such an extent
that he no longer wanted him or anyone else to experience this any longer.

‘The money I have earned has not been spent.Is Henry Johnston not worth working for anymore?"

"Help him up."

Jared placed the lighter away and sat back on his chair.

Jared's men proceeded to help him up.

At this juncture, he was ready to talk, as looked at Jared with fear.He was shaking in fear, and his arm
was limp.

"Who ordered you to do these things?" Jared's shot him a dagger of a stare.

"Can you give me the antidote first?" he said, knowing that he had to spill anyway, but he also wanted
to save his arm.

"The antidote will be given to you, but it's too late for that arm.If you don't want to lose the other one,
just tell me the truth.No tricks or you'll lose both of your legs."

Jared eyed him as the air became chilly around him.


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