Aaron Faber recounted Frederick Stewart's recent situation. "Frederick Stewart is wanted by the police; his ID is useless. He can't stay in hotels or even use public transportation. He had been living in the remote countryside. This time, someone recognized him, and Frederick Stewart was reported. The police chased him, and he ended up hiding in the mountains for a week..."
Adrian Desmond listened intently.
Aaron Faber kicked the unconscious man, his eyes filled with disdain. "Just as I thought—a pampered young master. He can't even handle a little hardship."
Adrian Desmond looked at Aiden Howard and asked, "Is this place safe?"
"Safe!"
"Leave a few men to watch him. He can't turn himself in for now!"
"Yes, sir!"
The more Adrian Desmond looked at the man on the ground, the more displeased he became. He instructed Aiden Howard, "It must be boring for him to be locked up alone. Find him some entertainment."
Aiden Howard grinned. "Shall I cripple him or drive him insane?"
