Vegas grew tired, he didn't want to waste any more time, that guy wasn't unconscious, he was probably just sleeping after all that fatiguing time with him. The heir of the minor family walked to the bathroom and picked a bucket full of cold water. He walked back to the cell and threw it on Marco's face, who woke up immediately.

"Still not tired... Vegas... impressive" Marco remarked with a silly smile on his face. Vegas came closer to him and slapped him in the face.

"Do you think you can resist me, Marco? I've never failed... I always get what I want"

"Expect your father's love, I guess..." Marco interrupted him giggling.

"Do you think this is a fucking game?"

"Well, I tried to be polite... but since it didn't work and considering that you won't let me go that easily... I thought it could be a great way to spend time to mess with you... sweetheart..." Marco responded.

"You can't even imagine how happy I am after hearing this... unfortunately most of my tools are at home so I suppose that I will have to get a little bit creative to make things spicy, do you agree?" Vegas said as he walked to the table and examined the few things he still had available.

"Do your best..."

Vegas thought about his next move for a while, his job could get so funny sometimes, he decided that since physical pain wasn't enough, perhaps he could use some persuasion as a weapon. He took the chair and positioned it closer to the prisoner. He sat down and looked at him.

"Your father cried like a baby when he d..."

"Are you really playing the father's death card with me? Come on Vegas, I thought you were a professional... and to be honest, I kind of hated him... he was only good at giving money to buy nice presents, for the rest he was an absolutely awful person..." Marco said.

"You think you're funny, don't you?"

"I have a decent sense of humor" the Italian guy responded, he only got a punch in the gut that made him spit some blood on the floor.

"scum..." Vegas murmured.

"You did a really good job with Tawan though... using him for your goals and then leaving him behind when he messed up, wonderful plan... someone even told me how crazy he got when he realized that you weren't coming back to rescue him. I can't help but feel a bit sorry for his end... did you really promise to marry him?" Marco remarked.

"I thought you were doing the same thing, doing whatever it takes to reach your goal, am I right?" Vegas asked.

"True... but sadly, or luckily, who knows... I'm not able to pretend when it comes to feelings, at least people can stay assured that when I say I love them or hate them, I really mean what I say" Marco replied, then he continued with a smirk on his face: "and do you know what is the best part? That you cannot hurt anyone else to threat me, since Kinn would probably dismember you if he finds out you hurt a friend of his".

"You better stop talking about things that aren't relevant at the moment..." Vegas said.

"Oh really? What? Do you fear that Kinn will hung the poor Macau from the attic?" Marco responded laughing. Vegas glared at him and managed to steal Arm's gun, he ran to the prisoner and pointed it directly to the guy's throat.

"Spit only important information..."

"Come on... I know you want to do it... pull the trigger and put a end to this..." Marco responded.

"Put the gun down, khun Vegas..." Pol said while holding his gun and standing in front of Arm.

As Vegas left the gun on the desk, someone else entered the basement holding a folder. He handed it to Arm, who rapidly read it.

"Khun Vegas, look at this..." Arm said. The eldest son of the minor family read it and noticed some interesting elements.

"So, Marco, why didn't you tell me that you bought a river barge?" Vegas asked.

"You didn't ask..."

"Well, I'm asking you know, why did you buy it?" Vegas asked again, irritated and ready to stick an iron rod up the guy's throat.

"I'm sure that you won't believe my words if you don't get them during a torture session, so... what are you waiting for?" Marco replied.

Vegas rolled his eyes and walked back to the desk, he picked a baton and went back to him, close to the guy's ear: "Tell me the truth... you're a masochist, aren't you?"

"I'm surprised it took you so long to realize that... oh, one more thing, avoid the face... I'm not that attractive so I don't want to ruin it even more, we aren't all born with hot genes like the Theerapanyakul family..."