Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1953

"What's wrong?" Kurt, who was waiting for Ian's next action, was bewildered when he saw the latter crouching

there in silence.

Without any warning, Ian lost control of himself. Grabbing the convict by the collar, he pulled him off the floor and

thundered, "Tell me, how did you remove his kidneys? Speak!"

Given that his will was already broken from the torture, the convict no longer dared to hide anything.

"I-I'll tell you! I'll tell you! When I was extracting his organs, I filled his room with a kind of drug. In order to maintain

the freshness of the organs, I needed to make sure the organ's owner had to be in an exceptionally good mood.

Hence, the drug... will cause him to hallucinate the one he desires to see the most. When that happens, he will

comply obediently with my instructions," the convict explained while enduring the massive pain and fear he felt.

With that, silence descended upon the interrogation room.

Both Ian and Kurt kept mum after hearing the convict's words.

Nevertheless, a tempestuous fury and murderous intent were already raging inside their hearts. The aura they

exuded was so terrifying that it seemed capable of crushing the convict into dust.

And that was exactly what they did.

By the time the police chief entered upon hearing the commotion, they were greeted by an unbelievably gruesome

sight.

Although the convict could still look around with his eyes and talk, those were the only two parts of his body capable

of movement, for he was crippled everywhere else.

All of that was naturally the work of a genius assassin. By barely spilling any blood, he could prevent both of them

from being accused of assault, and he accomplished it by crippling his victim from within.

Consequently, the police officers gaped at the scene.

Ian informed the police chief, "We're done and have gotten everything we need. You can have him back."

The police chief was at a loss for words.

Kurt added, "Don't worry; he'll stay alive long enough for you to put a bullet in his head. You won't have the trouble

of him dying on you."

The chief continued to be stumped.

This is ridiculous.

Nonetheless, he was helpless to do anything.

After leaving the police station, both of them sped through the city streets in their car.

When Kurt saw how terrifyingly silent Ian was in the back seat, he pondered a moment before deciding to take the

latter to a bar.

A few minutes later, both of them arrived at an effervescent bar. The moment they stepped in, their extraordinary

features captured the attention of the many young women inside, causing them to turn their heads to ogle.

"Look, students."

"Oh, fresh meat. Don't they look yummy?"

Most of the patrons were adults, especially the liberal kind. At the sight of the two dashing and distinguished-

looking young men, their eyes instantly lit up with desire.

Youths were always a welcome sight no matter where they went.

Jolted back to his senses by the ear-shattering music, Ian was suddenly annoyed by the flashing disco lights inside

the bar.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"To drink."

Taking a seat at the bar like a seasoned customer, Kurt snapped his fingers at the bartender.

Ian, whose gloomy expression darkened further, was rendered speechless.

Since when did he learn all this? Let's not forget that he's also two years younger than I am.

After taking a seat on the high chair beside Kurt, he gave the latter a disapproving look. "Do you come here often?"

Kurt cocked a brow. "Don't misunderstand. As I'm still underaged, the reason I patronize such places is just to

execute your dad’s missions. Hence, you had better not malign me in front of Vivi."

It wasn't until a short while later that Ian turned away.

Soon, his drink was served. Low in alcohol content, it felt as if it was concocted solely to ease the sorrow in his heart

a little.

At the sight of it, Ian finally lost his apprehension. Bringing the glass to his lips, he took a sip.

"What do you plan to do next? That b*stard has already revealed the location of your uncle's kidneys. Do you want

to get them back?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Ian replied without hesitation.

When the words rolled off his tongue, he could still feel the anguish in his heart.

So what if I found out that Uncle Brandon was in an ecstatic mood when he was murdered? It doesn't change

anything, for he had no intention of dying at all. Given that he still had a young daughter, didn't he struggle for a

year just so that he could continue living?

Expecting Ian's decision, Kurt inquired further, "What about the engagement? Don't forget that both of you are

getting engaged soon."

"There's no hurry as we still have half a month's time. Worse comes to worst, we'll just... delay it."

Once again, he had brought up the idea.

Deafening silence descended upon them even though they were surrounded by patrons dancing wildly to the music

as all sorts of screams filled the air.

Delaying the engagement was consistent with an inherent trait of his.

Ian took after his father a lot. In spite of his frosty exterior, he was fiercely loyal on the inside and willing to carry

any burden for the sake of his loved ones.

Uncle Brandon was someone who watched me grow up. Now that he has suffered such a cruel fate, there's no way

my conscience will allow me to hold my wedding in peace until the matter is put to rest. Even if I choose to go back,

I won't be able to face his child at all.