Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Letting James Go

Dmitri calmly washed his hands. Even though they had been gloved while he ’worked’, he still scrubbed with meticulous care, washing off the bit of blood that had somehow made its way to his hands.

The water ran pink for a moment before swirling clear.

He turned off the tap, dried his hands with a cloth towel, and glanced at the bound man slumped in the chair behind him—barely conscious, but alive. For now.

Dmitri adjusted the folded sleeves of his shirt and stepped closer, his tone was polite, almost gentle.

"Now then, James," Dmitri crouched to eye level with the man, whose face was a wreck of blood, snot, sweat, and tears. "I’m willing to hear you out."

The smile on Dmitri’s face was calm, almost pleasant, a chilling contrast to James’s battered and barely conscious expression. His eyes felt heavy and they were threatening to shut permanently.

But Dmitri had no intention of letting that happen.

He gently patted James’s cheeks, his voice remaining soft. "Now’s not the time to sleep, James. We’re just getting to the part where you start talking, just like you wanted."

"Oh right," his expression was as if he had just realized something.

He extended his hand towards towards James’ face before removing the now bloody cloth from his mouth, "there, you can speak now."

James wheezed the moment the cloth was pulled from his mouth, dragging in a ragged breath like a drowning man reaching the surface of a muddy lake.

His lips trembled and blood pooled along the edges of his gums, and when he tried to speak, it came out as a wet gurgle.

Dmitri tilted his head sympathetically. "Take your time. You wouldn’t want to choke before saying anything useful."

James blinked slowly, the left side of his face twitching uncontrollably. He tried to lift his head, failed, and let it hang forward like a broken puppet.

Dmitri stood, brushing imaginary dust from his knees. He calmly waited for James to adjust to the pain.

From the corner of the room that now smelt like a mix of blood and piss, he dragged a metal chair and set it before James and took a seat.

"Let me tell you something," he began, his voice steady and unhurried. "Do you know what I appreciate, James?"

James coughed weakly, but gave no response. His body twitched again, involuntarily.

"Precision," Dmitri answered himself. "Clean work, money and above all, honesty."

He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, eyes locked on James. "Now, I have a very simple question for you. One question, and I want the truth. Just one honest answer and this will all be over."

He lifted a finger in the air, as if marking the importance of what he was about to say.

"Who helped you?" He asked simply, "who gave you the idea to betray the hand that fed you?"

"—I-I...don’t know,"James struggled to let out.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Dmitri clicked his tongue in disappointment, "that really wasn’t the answer I was looking for."

"I-I promise, I don’t know who he is," there was no energy behind his words as he was on the verge of losing his consciousness, "a-all .... Know is that he communicatied with me t-hrough my PC...and he used an avatar for it."

"An avatar huh?" Dmitri asked curiously, "and do you mind describing what this avatar looked like?"

Although it sounded like one, James knew that was far from a request and he had no option but to spit everything out.

.....

After a few minutes of interrogation, or rather, James spilling out everything he knew, Dmitri stood up with a serious expression on his face.

He proceeded to relay everything he learnt to Isla, Nathaniel’s assistant before walking back to the bound James.

"You did good," Dmitri said with a small smile, "now then, it’s time to let you go."

James instantly felt relief at those words, His lips parted, perhaps to say thank you, perhaps to weep—but no sound came.

Dmitri smiled at him again, almost warmly, as if they were old friends sharing the end of a long conversation.

"Yes," he said gently, "you’ve told me what I needed. That part’s done."

He stepped behind the chair, his footsteps soft on the concrete. James’s head tilted slightly, trying to follow the sound.

"Time to let you go," Dmitri repeated, his voice still calm and polite.

There was a metallic click was not the sound of chains being unlocked, Instead it was something that made his blood run cold.

James froze, even through the haze of pain. His body knew before his brain did. That wasn’t the sound of freedom.

It was the sound of a gun being cocked.

"W-wait—" james croaked, panic flooding his broken voice. "Y-you said—"

"I did," Dmitri replied calmly "And I meant it, I’m letting you go."

BANG.

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