“Mr. Glovers, I must remind you again. Once the transfer seeds, the Heart Eater will remain in your body forever unless you die!” <b>Caesar </b>warned.
Maurier clicked his tongue and smirked, an amused glint in his eyes. “Thrilling. I like it.”
Cesar fell silent. Fine!
Shaking his head in exasperation, Cesar handed over <b>the </b>modified venomous creature <b>to </b>Maurice and left without another word.
Maurice carefully tucked away his newfound treasure, his eyes narrowing as an <b>ominous </b>smile yed on his lips, Whatever he was thinking about, it was bound to be dangerous.
Meanwhile, in <b>a </b>secluded vi on the outskirts of town, a faint click echoed as a door lock was quietly picked open.
This vi had once been a prime real estate development. When it was originally built, ns includedmercial centers <b>and </b>luxury resorts. However, the constructionpanyter went bankrupt<b>, </b><b>and </b>the project was abandoned.
Thend quickly became a forgotten ruin. The <b>Lens </b>had long since transformed into overgrown weeds. At night, the unlit vis cast eerle shadows, making the ce sect hanted
It was procisely because of this destion that no one would have expected a group of uninvited guests to be lurking inside one of the vis
This was where Pete had taken refuge atter escaping from the Carrell family.
Even <b>a </b>rabbit had three burrows, let alone a man like him…
Unlike the other vis, Pete’s hideour looked just as abandoned and neglected on the outside. However, it was apletely different world beneath the surface.
Below the viy a hidden underground haven,plete with electricity<b>, </b>nanning water, and the newest appliances. There were no windows, yet the venttion system worked wlessly The decor was both extravagant and elegant, a stark contrast to the crumbling exterior.
Pete lounged on the couch. The disheveled mess he had been while fleeing over <b>walls </b>was now nowhere to be seen, and he had rehomed to his usualposed and refined demeanor. Then, the fant click of the lock getting picked reached his ears.
He froze in his motion of drinking his beverage.
A momentter, a hooded figure descended through a <b>concealed </b>passage
“Sir.” Pele set down his ss and nodded.
The hooded figure was in no mood for pleasantries. The moment he saw Pete, he erupted in rage. Pete, this is your so–called n? Losing both the bait and the advantage? We lost everything!”
Pete was unbothered and poured the man <b>al </b>
mun a beverage. Only the
Only then did he reply. “This was an ident, but it doesn’t matter. The game isn’t over yet. Who said I lost?
The hooded man let out a mocking Laugh. He barely restrained himself from hurling the ss straight at Pete’s face. He growled through gritted teeth, “My prey was taken from me! And I barely escaped with my own life! This is urgent. Without these women, what do you n to use as the key
His voice lowered into a chilling threat. “Pete, don’t forget. You came to me for help, I want those women back now!”
“<b>You’re </b>too impatient. Those women make no difference to the grand scheme. Have you forgotten? We only ever needed one key” <b>Pete </b>smiled. “Felicia is the most crucial plece.” The hooded man scotted. He calmed down, though his expression remained menacing, “<b>I </b><b>saw </b>that brat myself. I don’t know how she did it, but she found the bomb shelter. I underestimated her.”