Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 937 Interrogation
In the dimly lit dungeon of the seaside manor, 'White Whale' sat slumped in a chair, covered in blood...

Galahad, his injured back bulging, stared coldly at the middleman tycoon and said in a hoarse voice, "If you don't care about the 'Knights of the Round Table' at all, why did you spend money to acquire it?"

'White Whale' twisted its body in pain and said with a wry smile, "'Spartans' were crippled in Mexico. I need a top-ranked team in the world to attract business. What's wrong with that?"

"My primary target wasn't the 'Knights of the Round Table.' It was your leader, 'Arthur,' who approached me and offered a price that appealed to me. That's why I invested in the financially troubled 'Knights of the Round Table.'"

As he spoke, 'White Whale' looked down at his bloodied and mangled hands and said painfully, "I understand your anger, but you must understand, you are all mercenaries, 'business is business'..."

I'm the owner of 'Knights of the Round Table.' When someone offers me a price I can't refuse, those of you who left become my targets. To me, and even to your former comrades, this is just normal business practice."

Galahad was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head and said, "You said you acquired the 'Knights of the Round Table,' so why did Gawain and his group not only lose their shares but also incur debts?"

'White Whale's' lips twitched slightly, and he said with a wry smile, "I invested in 'Knights of the Round Table' at 'Arthur's' invitation."

Business is business. Everything I did was agreed upon after discussions with others, and the debt isn't just against them. I'm the major shareholder of the 'Knights of the Round Table,' so I bear the largest portion of the debt.

After listening, Galahad shook his head slightly and said, "You 'Arthur' took advantage of Gawain and the others' feelings and trust in the Knights of the Round Table, making them put up all their property as collateral, while in reality, it was your finance company that lent them the money."

You know perfectly well that the most valuable members of the Knights of the Round Table are the old knights like Gawain, so you want to use debt to cripple them, to use them until they die.

After hearing this, 'White Whale' did not deny it. He looked down at the pool of blood at his feet and said painfully, "That's how business is. Everyone has to bear the consequences of their choices."

And it wasn't me who took everything from them, but 'Arthur,' the one you trusted most.

Galahad, the Knights of the Round Table did a lot of dirty work for Britain, and Arthur, when you were in your most difficult time, used the information about those dirty jobs to blackmail some people she was not qualified to challenge.

You people should have been buried quietly, 'Arthur' was afraid, so she wanted to escape.

Arthur lost tens of millions in the futures market last year. At that time, the Knights of the Round Table were already heavily in debt and were facing control and suppression from the British Military Intelligence Bureau.

It was only after the acquisition that I discovered how bad the 'Knights of the Round Table's' finances were, that 'Arthur' proposed the loan to maintain daily operations, and that 'Arthur' also absconded with the money.

In fact, I was also a victim, and whether you admit it or not, I was the one who saved the 'Knights of the Round Table'.

Galahad ignored 'White Whale's' flimsy excuses. He coldly stared at the agonizingly fat man before him and said in a deep voice, "Where is 'Arthur'?"

'White Whale' was clearly no tough guy, nor did he have any obligation to keep 'Arthur's' secret. He looked up at Galahad, whose eyes were devoid of any emotion, and said with a bitter smile, "You won't find her..."

After saying 'White Whale,' he shut his mouth, closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and stopped talking. He knew that if he said everything, he would lose all value to Galahad.

Moreover, he knew very well that Galahad was not the master here, and that his previous torture and confessions were all to accumulate leverage.

Now, 'Arthur's' information has become his bargaining chip, giving him a better chance of survival.

Seeing that the 'white whale' remained silent, Robin angrily stepped forward to 'wake it up,' just as the communicator hanging on the wall in the dungeon rang...

Robin walked over, picked up the communicator, and held it to his ear. After a few seconds, he grunted in response, then walked over to Galahad and whispered, "The Mountain Eagle wants us to take him up..."

Galahad listened, sighed wearily, and nodded, saying, "Do as he says..."

…………

Mountain Eagle and Kobe met the famous 'Beluga' in a sunny bedroom on the estate.

With his hands and feet bound in old-fashioned shackles, 'Moby-Whale,' dragged into the room by Robin, spoke the moment he saw Mountain Eagle: "Mountain Eagle, you're Mountain Eagle! We spoke on the phone before, and I even considered collaborating with you..."

The mountain eagle, who was adjusting the LCD TV, glanced back at the 'white whale' and waved for Robin to lead the big shot to a chair placed next to the bed...

Then he took a pair of handcuffs from Kobe and cuffed 'Beluga's' hands to the window railing by the bed.

Seeing the large, fat man awkwardly squeezed between the bed and the window, Mountain Eagle nodded in satisfaction and said, "I received your call in Moscow. You wanted to introduce me to a prince in Bahrain so I could be his security chief."

I was quite excited at the time, after all, I had been noticed by the world's number one middleman.

However, seeing what happened to the Knights of the Round Table, I'm so glad I didn't agree to your request.

'White Whale' watched Robin leave the room and close the door. His gaze swept over Kobe, and then he said with a wry smile, "There's been some misunderstanding between Galahad and me. The current state of the 'Knights of the Round Table' is not my fault."

Mountain Eagle waved his hand and said, "You don't need to explain to me, I have no interest in your explanations..."

Dude, I had someone check your resume. Almost everyone who has worked with you praises your professionalism, but not a single employee feels they can work with you long-term.

They all say you have lucrative business, but nobody wants to work with you long-term.

And there's something I'm really curious about: why do the people you hire never seem to have a good ending? Let's not even talk about the Knights of the Round Table; the same thing happened with the Spartans before them…

You dumped them in Phoenix like trash when they were in trouble.

'White Whale' paused for a moment, then said in a slightly hoarse voice, "This is business, and I have always strictly followed the contract."

Strictly speaking, I am just an investor. They have autonomy, so they are not entirely my people.

I paid them enough money, so they should be entitled to take on the risks in their work.

Mountain Eagle wasn't swayed by 'White Whale's' explanation; he knew this kind of person all too well...

Such people always talk about 'loyalty' in normal times, but when problems arise, they will use the contract to explain their behavior.

Humanistic concern or affection are things that these people talk about, not things they actually do.

Mountain Eagle wasn't interested in knowing exactly what the 'White Whale' did to the 'Knights of the Round Table.' Anyway, it was just a few tricks. With someone working from the inside, it was hard for those old knights not to get tricked.

This is not what the mountain eagle is concerned about...

Seeing that the mountain eagle ignored him, 'Beluga' took out two bottles of mineral water and handed one to Kobe next to him...

He licked his dry lips and said painfully, "Give me some water..."

Then please tell me what you want from me?
If you're angry because the Knights of the Round Table attacked you in Romania, then let me tell you, you've got the wrong people to talk to.

I'm just the middleman; I'm not the one who's going to kill you!

After listening, Mountain Eagle exchanged a glance with Kobe, then made an inviting gesture...

Kobe didn't stand on ceremony. He turned on the camera mounted on the tripod, then tapped his earpiece to signal the micro-expression interrogation expert 'Lies' in the other room to prepare. He then looked at 'Beluga' and said in a deep voice, "You are 'Beluga'..."

The beluga whale paused for a moment, then nodded slightly and said, "I am."

Kobe looked into the 'beluga's' eyes, paused for a second, and then said, "You're Moroccan, and your real name is Elano Spiegel."

The beluga whale's eyes flickered, then it said in a somewhat stiff tone, "I'm American..."

Kobe nodded, then asked, "Your ex-wife and two children live in Switzerland..."

The 'White Whale' seemed to have been hit where it hurt. He tugged hard at his shackles and said with a ferocious expression, "What exactly do you want to know?"

Kobe heard the prompt in his earpiece, smiled, and said, "Who is the person who hired the 'Knights of the Round Table' to go to Romania through you?"

'Beluga' paused for a moment, then looked down slightly and said, 'I'm the middleman, I need to keep my client's information confidential!'

Kobe heard the noise in his earpiece, then stared intently at the 'White Whale's' chubby face and said in a deep voice, "The person looking for you is the Angel of Death, isn't it?"

The beluga whale's expression froze for a moment, then it pursed its lips and shook its head, saying, "Since you already know, why are you asking me?"

After listening, Kobe stared at the 'Beluga's' chubby face for a few seconds in silence, then shook his head and said, "You don't know where the 'Angel of Death' is either, so you're useless to us."

As he spoke, Kobe stood up, patted Mountain Eagle on the shoulder, and said, "He's useless now..."

Watching Kobe walk out of the room without a second glance and slam the door shut, Mountain Eagle clicked his tongue and shook his head at 'Beluga Whale,' saying, 'Buddy, do you want to know what you're going to face next?'

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle took the TV remote and turned on the LCD TV on the wall. Then, feigning reluctance, he covered his eyes, stood up, and walked to the balcony, resting his hands on the balcony railing to enjoy the breeze…

A few minutes later, a handsome, well-dressed man walked into the room. As he circled the 'white whale,' the powerful middleman let out a terrified scream…

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do?"
Don't touch me, don't touch me...

Mountain Eagle...

Get this guy out!

I have what you want here...

"Get him out, get him out, fuck, get him out..."

(End of this chapter)