The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 1177

Crystal's POV:

The two clowns understood that the situation was not in their favor and instantly began begging for mercy.

Rufus removed their masks, revealing two ordinary men in their early twenties.

"What do the colors of these masks signify?" Rufus asked them forbiddingly while shooting a glance at the masks.

"I'll tell you everything." The man in the white sweatshirt was well aware of his current predicament and quickly spilled his guts. "The colors represent different standings. The green mask is for tourists, while the red, pink, and blue masks are for staff. The colors reflect our ranks. The red ones have the highest position and are the fewest in number. At present, there are only two of them, while the blue ones are the most common."

"So, you are the most common ones?" I asked.

The clown hurriedly nodded and said, "Yes, we are assigned the simplest jobs, so we are the most common."

"What do you usually have to do?" I asked again.

The clowns exchanged a glance, the hesitancy clearly written on their faces.

"Tell us." Rufus furrowed his brows, iron lacing his voice, forcing the clowns to yield.

"Okay, okay. Please don't hurt us. Staff like us who are lower on the totem pole usually only perform some chores, such as mopping the floor and moving things around."

As soon as I heard this, I knew that both of these guys were lying—at least they didn't tell us the whole truth. I angrily slammed my hand on the table. "Don't try to fool us. If you don't tell the truth, you won't leave this place alive."

The clowns reflexively moved their heads away from us and muttered, "We've told you everything we can."

I scoffed and cracked my knuckles, saying, "Fine, then I will ask you one question at a time, and you can give me an honest answer. If you don't, I'll pull your teeth out."