Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 751 - 460: Seems like the luck slot has never been empty? Got another gain?_2

Chapter 751: Chapter 460: Seems like the luck slot has never been empty? Got another gain?_2

At the time, although it was about mutual interests, I myself didn’t have much attachment to her.

But over time, I have gradually gotten used to her presence.

Sometimes this woman is like a vine, clinging to strong men, and other times she’s like a resilient desert plant, surviving without relying on anyone.

Her abilities, like her appearance, are outstanding. This makes Sean Knight realize that, without even trying, he has picked up a treasure.

Feeling Sean’s satisfaction, Lana Brown happily smiled.

After breakfast, Elijah Hastings comes over. Lana Brown greets him and then leaves.

Sean advises her to focus more on her career since he’ll be staying here for a while.

Lana is very happy.

Although she wants to spend the whole day by Sean’s side, when Elijah comes, it means there are things to do. She sensibly leaves.

"Boss, that Beckett Drake wants to confess, but he wants to see you first."

"Did the arrest go smoothly?" Sean asked while changing clothes. "How are his skills?"

"He’s amazing; we almost underestimated him!" Elijah was still in shock. "He’s skilled, and his gun handling is not bad. He’s also very alert. Thankfully, our preparations were sufficient. Otherwise, he would have gotten away!"

According to Elijah, when they sneaked into Beckett’s place and used the waiter’s card to open the door, Beckett was already awake.

It turns out that Beckett had set up a small trap at his entrance when he was sleeping. He tied a rope from his blanket to the door, so when it opened, his blanket was pulled off.

Those who do what he does are often very alert. The moment he sensed something was wrong, he jumped out the window.

What he didn’t expect was that there were two people at the door and Lincoln Harrington was waiting outside the window.

As soon as he jumped down, Lincoln pinned him and tied him up.

Initially, Elijah and the others were not sure about his involvement. But now, with this situation, even if he wasn’t involved, he was in trouble.

They took him to where Elijah was staying, and the interrogation began in earnest.

Unexpectedly, Beckett had been trained for this and wouldn’t speak. The moment they used force, his stress response kicked in, causing him to pass out on the spot.

Of course, this didn’t stop Elijah and the others. The three of them had absorbed energy and were far superior in stamina and endurance than Beckett. Having tried various methods, Beckett finally couldn’t take it anymore and agreed to confess.

However, he clearly stated that he would only confess in front of Sean.

Douglas Cooper didn’t indulge him, and after another round of punishment, Elijah came to find Sean.

"He wants to see me? Let’s go see him." Sean was idle and wanted to meet the devious Beckett.

Beckett was tied up in the living room of the small courtyard where Elijah was staying.

When Sean entered, he found Beckett handcuffed behind his back, his legs tied, and a towel stuffed in his mouth.

"You bind him quite tight, huh!" Sean joked.

"Boss, you don’t know. This guy is like a special agent. We found more than ten miscellaneous items on his body." Douglas explained:

"The moment we tied him up, he figured out how to untie himself. We don’t know how much professional training he’s received, but he’s definitely not ordinary."

Seeing Sean coming in, Beckett was still struggling, but when he heard Douglas’s words, he stopped and stared at Sean.

"Help him to a chair," Sean said.

Douglas lifted Beckett and helped him to a chair, placing him across from the sofa. He then removed the towel from his mouth.

Sean sat on the sofa, looking at Beckett, noticing blood on the corners of his mouth. His eyes were bruised and several patches of skin were missing from his face.

A tuft of hair was missing from his head, and blood seeped from his scalp.

It was clear that he had suffered.

His carefree demeanor was gone. Although he still seemed a bit unruly, the resentment and regret in his eyes were inescapable.

Sean began to ask:

"Speak up. It’s best to say everything you should say. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee they won’t continue to use force.""I’ll talk," Beckett said with a hoarse voice. "Can I have a glass of water, please?"

"You’ll get it when you finish," Sean didn’t indulge him. "Don’t try to bargain."

"I treated you guys to seafood, and you don’t even give me that much face?" Beckett said disdainfully.

"We paid for the meal," Douglas bluntly pointed out his mistake. "You gave us an eavesdropping device on top of it all. You want face? We should be grateful we didn’t peel your skin off right now!"

Sean didn’t speak; he just looked at Beckett indifferently.

"Fine..." Beckett knew his tactics wouldn’t work, so he began to speak:

"Actually, I used to be a special agent for a while—"

"Sent by Japan to China?" Sean’s expression remained unchanged, but his eyes emitted a killing intent.

"No, no... How can you think I’m Japanese?" Beckett could sense Sean’s intentions, and he noticed his emotions change.

"Huh, you’re going to let me listen to your lies?" Sean asked rhetorically.

"...Alright, Mr. Knight, I’m curious. How did you know I’m Japanese? I think that my language, behavior, and habits are no different from those of the Chinese."

"There is still a difference." Sean shook his head. "You studied well, but sometimes you tried too hard. Besides, your name gave you away..."