Chapter 1487


    Phil lounged beside him on the deck chair; the ss cradled in his hand was not filled with red wine,


    but with the celebratory fizz of champagne.


    "Man, if it were me, I''d just blow the whole damn ind."


    Phil never was one for leaving loose ends, but he respected his brother''s every decision.


    They were twins, after all, and he''d grown ustomed to being his brother''s shadow.


    Taking a leisurely sip from the flute, he let the moment linger.


    "What''s the fun in that? Quentin''s likely in there too. If he gets caught in the st, the organization will


    be even more of a headache."


    Though the third Elder was captured, the other elders were still out and about.


    These two stubborn old goats were in the same boat, and the elusive Quentin hiding out on Forbidden


    Ind. That left only seven elders on their side within the BK faction.


    With a force as formidable as BK, if three elders were to gang up against him, it would be a significant


    nuisance.


    So, if they could make it persuading Quentin to join forces, that was the move to make.


    Besides, Quentin had a key partner in the research base.


    His ultimate goal wasn''t BK, but that very research base.


    Since Quentin was chummy with certain folks at the base, it was only natural to have a heart-to-heart


    with him first.


    But the kid was stubborn; he wouldn’t bend unless he was thoroughly convinced. Only in that case


    could a real dialogue take ce.


    Today, they had to take him alive.


    Not just Quentin, but Maja and Ian, and the long-hidden Holy Daughter.


    The existence of the Holy Daughter had always been a thorn in K’s heart.


    Indeed he had been brought back by the Holy Daughter, but his fate had been orchestrated by others


    long before.


    His gaze drifted toward the horizon, and his thoughts trailed off to the past.


    Back in the day within the BK organization, he''d thought Cynthia held him in high regard and would


    groom him to be her sessor.


    He''d worked tirelessly for her approval, always going the extra mile.


    But he was aware of his difference from the rest.


    He had no love for overly cute things, like bunnies or kittens.


    Instead, he would dissect these creatures, and disyed their remains prominently –as if they were his


    own macabre trophies.


    When he first joined BK, he wasn’t used to it at all, so he was always schemed to see Cynthia.


    But it seemed Cynthia was entangled in her own troubles, because she rarely came to see him.


    He sensed that perhaps she hadn''t brought him back intentionally, and that it may have been a


    careless promise or a reluctant obligation.


    This realization made him seethe. He''d always fancied himself as someone touched by fate, not an


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    ordinary soul.


    "Phelps, did you dissect these animals?" Cynthia had asked him one day, with disbelief written all over


    her face.


    Cynthia had refused the mantle of BK leader so as to lead a normal life.


    But as BK''s Holy Daughter, she could never be just another face in the crowd.


    The dissected animals hung in the sun, and their bodies were desated by time.


    No one had taught him how to dissect; it seemed an innate skill.


    He thought Cynthia would praise him, so he admitted to it without hesitation.


    "Yes, I used this to do the job."


    He brandished the scalpel with pride.


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    Cynthia''s hand struck his face, her eyes wide with shock.


    "It showed me its ws, shouldn''t it be killed for that?"


    He lied. Realizing Cynthia''s anger, he scrambled to justify his actions.


    The cat had never swiped at him; it was always gentle, even when he cut into it.