Wright stayed in the cellar for nearly ten hours.

More importantly, he was full of doubts.

Hearing Wright's words, Moka smiled.

"Since I dare to arrest you, I am sure that Errol will not know about it."

"If others don't know, and unless you do nothing, you will be liquidated by Director Errol sooner or later."

Wright noticed that Mocha called Errol by his first name, not even bothering to shout.

It was obvious that he had already planned something.

"Director Errol treats you well, why do you do this?"

Wright asked.

"Indeed, he is very good to me."

Mocha didn't deny it.

As Errol's capable subordinate, Mocha enjoys many benefits and benefits.

"But for me, it's still too little."

Moka said angrily.

"Why can I only be a subordinate, while he is a director and controls tens of thousands of resources of the group."

"this......"

Wright was stunned.

He has never had such thoughts as Mocha.

For him, as long as he has money, it is enough, and his authority does not matter.

There are so many rich people in the world, but not many are truly powerful.

Wright thought Mocha was crazy.

The George Group is the first family in the beautiful country. It controls nearly 30% of the economic lifeline of the beautiful country, and is also the largest arms dealer in the beautiful country.

Except for the George family, everyone who can become a member of the board of directors has gone through a lot of hardships to climb to this position.

And how long has Mocha been with the group and how much contribution it has made to the group.

Although Wright didn't know, he heard that every senior executive was over forty-five years old.

Apart from Errol, he was the only one who became a director before the age of forty-five.

Moka looks close to forty years old, but his position is too far from the center of the group. If he can help Errol produce this program, he may be able to get a promotion and a salary increase.

"Therefore."

Moka smiled slightly.

"I took refuge with Director George."

"You actually took refuge in him?"

Wright's heart was numb, and he was in panic all day today.

"Director George promised to help him unseat Errol, and he let me take control of the entire satellite island and be in charge of this show."

Mocha was filled with joy as he spoke.

"No wonder you know that."

Wright suddenly understood.

What he didn't expect was that after being threatened, Director George not only asked his men to clear out Jack's subordinates, but also took Mocha for his own use.

He is indeed one of the top direct members of the George family.

"So if you had spoken out earlier, you wouldn't have suffered this pain."

Moka looked at the table in front of him, which contained more than a dozen kinds of props.

Each prop has a strange shape and looks quite scary.

Wright was shaking all over. He had already experienced torture once in the afternoon.

Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and held on and came through.

"Stop dreaming."

Wright sneered.

"If I say it, I will definitely die."

"No, I promise you will survive."

Moka said without blushing and without a beating heart.

"hehe."

There was a hint of mockery in Wright's eyes.

"You even told me about taking refuge with the George family, how could you still let me live?"

"What's more, Director George doesn't care about my life or death at all. He only cares about the information from me."

"You guessed it."

After being discovered by Wright, Moka stopped lying and admitted it generously.

"Yes, you will definitely die."

"Obviously I won't say it."

Wright said calmly.

Since he is about to die, he must not reveal any information, and he must let the current devil accept the anger of the George family.

"Very courageous."

Moka sneered.

"It's going to be a long time tonight, let's see how long you can last."

After saying that, Moka picked up a basin, filled it with water, and placed it in front of Wright.

"what are you up to?"

Wright's eyelids twitched.

Although he was ready to accept the pain, he was still a little timid in the face of unknown fear.

"During the Middle Ages, a form of punishment appeared in the West."

Moka picked up a towel from the table and put it into the basin.

"It is said that this punishment can make 80% of people speak, and the remaining 20% ​​will be tortured to death."

"I wonder if you are the one who spoke, or are you the one who was tortured to death?"

Moka tied Wright's legs to the bracket and his upper body lay on the ground.

Since Mocha gave Wright an anesthetic, Wright had no way to resist.

"There is an 80% chance of being able to speak. What kind of punishment is this?"

Wright realized something was wrong.

"I ask again, where are the documents mentioned in the email?"

Moka picked up the towel, twisted it, and asked again.

Wright's face was expressionless, and he still chose not to speak.

"snort."

Moka gradually lost patience.

For him, this task is a stepping stone. If he does it well, he will rise to success. Even becoming a director of the group is not a dream.

Moka pinched Wright's chin, and the latter's mouth immediately opened, and then he stuffed the towel in.

Finally, he held down his head and sunk Wright's face into the basin.

Wright was quiet at first, but within twenty seconds, he began to struggle.

Wright, who was originally weak, suddenly gained strength and punched Moka on the body.

Mocha was not angry, on the contrary, he was very happy.

After waiting for about two minutes, Mocha pulled Wright's face out of the water.

After coming into contact with the fresh air, Wright immediately inhaled loudly.

But now his nose was filled with water, he kept coughing and his face turned red.

"How's it going, Wright?"
To be continued...