Chapter 373. What Do You Want?

“What do you really want from me, Carl?” Hutton asked after a long period of silence.

Henry stepped down slowly from the stairs. He stopped and then stared straight at Hutton’s face.

“I want to know why you chose to become a terrorist,” Henry replied. “I need to know who is paying you, and what the purpose is.”

“Where is my mother?” Hutton asked without answering Henry’s questions.

“Whether you see your mother again or not depends on the answers you give me here,” Henry answered him.

“I don’t bend to people’s rules,” Hutton said confidently.

“Neither do I,” Henry replied. “But I got your mother with me, so I call the shots.”

“What do you want from me?” Hutton asked again.

“I told you already, sir,” Henry replied.

“I don’t work for anyone, and nobody pays me,” Hutton answered him.

“And what do you gain by killing people and making a lot more cry?”

“As long as the wicked remains at the top, people will always die unjust