I'm the King Of Technology

"Get out!"

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As if they had just been freed from hell, most of the men who had never been here before..... quickly walked out of the audience room without even waiting for their leader to show them the way.

This master of theirs was truly terrifying!

And funny enough, they still didn’t know his name or how he looked like.

How odd.

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After watching the men leave... the young man immediately left the audience room with 2 of his right-hand men.... as well as 10 other guards too.

They held up various torches in their hands while making their way towards a private dungeon... which was located close to the young man’s bedroom chambers.

In short, almost no one knew what or who was inside that dungeon..... but they knew one thing.

And that was the fact that asking or prying for more information, would definitely get them killed on the spot.

So they had immediately killed that curious side of their ages ago.

And now, they just did what they were told, no questions asked.

In short, the only ones who knew who was inside there.... were all the main leaders on the estate, who would deliver food to the criminal, or take care of anything else involving the criminal.

So who was the mysterious criminal?

Well... that was another mystery within the estate.

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After stepping into the dungeon, they were immediately greeted with a room that had a massive silver door right at its back.

After sliding a large metal rode off the door, 10 of those guards stood guard there.... while the young master and his 2 right-hand men continued forward.

Walking in, they soon descended on a black dirty stone stairway... which was crawling with rats very fat rats and other rodents.

They walked down for another 4 minutes, before reaching the bottom of the dungeon.

There, they were immediately greeted with an open prison cell, which could host more than 50 people at a time if need be.

And along the walls of this open-cell..... one would find chains and large metal cuffs which were already attached to the walls there.

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Each cell was as tall as 3-stories high, as one should know that the men had actually left the 6th floor of the mansion.... walked down the dungeon stairway, and were now in one secret location on the 3rd floor.

And at the top of the tall cells, one would find tiny windows which were as small as a book..... that had metal bars on them for ventilation, which was of almost no use as the place still smelled like mould and dust.

In addition to that, because of how tiny the window was, there was barely enough moonlight or sunlight that ever got in..... giving it a dingy and stuffy feeling to all.

Of course, with all these factors..... how could this place not be a breeding place for rats, cockroaches and other nasty bugs and rodents?

’Squi! Squi! Squi! Squi!’

The rats immediately scattered about and ran into hiding, when they saw the trio advancing forward with several torches on their hands.

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’Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!’

Sitting against the mouldy walls, was a woman in her mid-thirties..... whose hands were bounded by one of the large metal cuffs on the walls.

She leaned against the wall with her eyes shut tightly.

Her entire appearance was similar to one of a beggar..... who looked haggard, dehydrated and extremely exhausted.

This was the special prisoner in the mansion.

"Wake her up!!"

"Yes, master!" Replied one of the young man’s right-hand men.

And soon, the woman was greeted with 5 fierce slaps to her cheeks.

’Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!’

From the first slalom, the woman has already woken up..... but it was just that her eyelids had been yoked heavy from extreme fatigue that it took time for her to force them open.

But why should these men care?

They continued to slap her until she opened them widely.

"That’s enough!"

With that, the man stopped slapping the woman and stood at her side... ready to hit her again when commanded.

Hmph!

If his master wanted her dead, he would kill her with no hesitation.

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"Are you ready to finally talk?" Asked the young man, who was now firmly holding onto the woman’s jaws.

The woman looked up to him calmly and immediately spat on his face.

Or at least she had aimed for it to go there..... but with how weak she was, it had only managed to hit his chest only.

’Spit!!’

"How dare you spit on the master!" The other man closest to her yelled while getting ready to punch her hard.

"Settle down Flint!" The young man said while looking deeply at the woman.

And after a few more seconds, the young man soon burst out into laughter all of a sudden.

"Hahahahhahaha!!!

As expected of his people!

You all are extremely tough to handle!

But no matter how hard you try to cover things up... do you really believe that I’ll take you, hostage, without knowing anything about you?

Well... let’s put it like this!

Right now, I have your entire household locked up in another dungeon.

And if you don’t tell me what I want to know, then you can kiss all of them good-bye.

But if you do.... then I promise to let you and your family go freely and safely.

So tell me.... how do you know the Ghostly Prince, and where is his hideout to be exact?"

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The young man looked at the woman and sneered.

Women were always weaker than men, and he was very sure that soon enough, she would spill the beans once one mentioned anything related to her family.

"So what’s it going to be?" He said while looking at her confidently.

The woman looked at him with a terrified gaze, as she tried to talk.

So seeking the woman struggling to speak loudly, the young man immediately crouched next to her in order to get his answer.

"So tell me, where exactly is his hideout?"

’Spit!’

’_’

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The 2 right-hand men immediately froze on the spot, while looking at the smiling woman.

Did this f**kin’ b**tch just spit on their master’s face?