It turns out, an interrogation specialist was indeed an interrogation specialist. After Jack killed two dark creatures inside the abandoned warehouse, he finally got the last dark creature to talk.0

The creature finally caved into its fear…0

Boom!0

The burly Jack was like a boxer, treating the dark creature in front of him like a punching bag. He sent the dark creature flying with a single punch. Even the chains that bound it snapped apart.0

The dark creature hit the ground with a thud, its yellowing fangs spraying out of its mouth alongside a burst of fresh blood. It curled up in the corner, screaming in agony.0

Thud!0

A large black leather boot stomped down on the creature's chest, nearly robbing it of breath. The burly Jack towered over it with a vicious gaze. His teeth kept grinding, as though he were chewing on something, making a crunching sound that set one's teeth on edge.0

Crash! Rumble!0

High above the dim warehouse, lightning streaked across the sky, briefing carrying a flash of blue-white light. Rain was pouring down in torrents, sweeping across the land.0

"Looks like you're all just as tight-lipped. Damn it, you're wasting my time!" Jack said as he twisted his neck, audibly cracking his joints. He spat on the ground and quietly eyed the dark creature in the corner with barely contained bloodlust.0

The dark creature shrank back into the shadows, refusing to meet Jack's bloodshot, near-maniacal gaze. The man before it was a complete madman; his so-called interrogation skill was nothing of the...0