Chapter 298

Leitao held his telescopic baton against Makita’s throat, coldly demanding in Japanese with a Tokyo accent, "Speak. Where is the other woman?" Makita gritted his teeth, silent. Beads of sweat as large as peas rolled down his forehead, mingling with the night’s chill as they traced paths down a face twisted by pain and frustration. Just as Leitao stared intently at Makita, searching for the slightest sign of yielding, Makita’s left hand stealthily reached toward his lower back. The movement was incredibly subtle, barely making a sound, while his eyes remained fixed on Leitao, attempting to distract him. However, Leitao was a veteran of the battlefield with an extraordinary sense for danger. The moment Makita’s fingers touched the hilt of his short sword, Leitao sensed a flash of resolve and murderous intent in his opponent's eyes. Without a second of hesitation, Leitao exerted force through his wrist and pressed the baton down hard. Makita’s throat was crushed against it, forcing a pained grunt from his chest as his body instinctively arched back to escape the pressure.