Mark turned around and went back to the man with the centipede-like scar. He stepped on the man’s chest, showed him the camera and asked, “Where’s Peter Moore?”
The man coughed, glared at Mark with resentment and refused to answer.
Mark sneered, moved his shoe towards the man’s neck, harder and tighter. The man was suffocated, his face turning red. “Hmm…” He groaned.
The man grabbed Mark’s calf tight, his legs kicking frantically, his eyes filled with fear. He knew that Mark wasn’t just frightening him, but would actually kill him if he didn’t give him the answer.
Mark retreated his foot and kicked the man’s hands off. “Where’s Peter Moore?” He asked again.
“I, I don’t know who he is.” The man gasped for breath. Seeing that Mark was to put his shoe on him again, he qui
