Finally, they had passed through therge gate that had trapped them for who knew how long. Cheyenne took a step with her weak legs and felt a bit unsteady while walking…


    “Hold on!”


    Kelvin promptly supported her shoulder, his deep voice resonating from beneath the mask.


    “I… I’m fine,” she replied.


    Not far from the entrance, there were three men. Two of them were dressed the same as Cheyenne and Kelvin, while the other wore a suit and a mask.


    As expected, he must be the personing to buy ingredients.


    One of the ck-robed figuresined in a disgruntled voice to the other two, “3467, you guys are so slow. Mr. Alvarez has been waiting.”


    “Sorry, it took us a while to find the number,” Kelvin said as he handed over the ck stic bag in his hand.


    After examining the bag, Mr. Alvarez used his hand to weigh it before opening it.


    Cheyenne couldn’t help but look over and was shocked to her core.


    It was half a human hand!


    Its fair skin devoid of pores, well-proportioned fingers, and delicate nails… It resembled a pickled chicken w treated with alum in a factory.


    Mr. Alvarez picked up the severed hand and sniffed it, then let out a satisfied smile. “Not bad, no odor… beautiful.”


    Holy sh*t!


    He can’t be… nning to eat it, right?


    Cheyenne’s shocked gaze caught Mr. Alvarez’s attention, and he sneered. “I just want to use her fingernails to make a steel pen, that’s all.”


    The other two ck-robed figures turned to look and gave amanding order, “You two can go down now.”


    “Yes.”


    A chill ran down Cheyenne’s spine. When those two men had looked at her earlier, she couldn’t help but feel nervous.


    Usually, she would have no problem dealing with these few people.


    Cheyenne and Kelvin were exhausted and making any more noise could potentially ruin their n.


    To be honest, Cheyenne also startled Kelvin, but fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.


    Both of them wore masks and ck robes, anxiously searching for an exit like headless flies.


    Eventually, they saw an elevator at the end of the corridor. Just as they were about to step inside, they noticed an Executor approaching them, handing them a food box.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    He gruffly said, “Go, both of you, take this meal to the third floor.”


    “Yes,” Cheyenne replied as she took the food box.


    The figure in the ck robe eyed her hand for a second, seemingly contemting something.


    Kelvin sensed something was amiss, and just as the elevator doors opened, he pushed Cheyenne inside and quickly followed. They were concerned that there might be surveince in the area, so they didn’tmunicate throughout the entire process.


    They arrived at the floor minus three.


    It waspletely different from the second floor, resembling a prison. Iron doors and walls trapped the area, leaving no way to escape. Each cell contained varying amounts of people.


    There were young girls, old men, and even children… As soon as they saw Kelvin and Cheyenne, they would fearfully hide away, afraid that these two were here to capture them.


    Cheyenne’s gaze quickly scanned the faces of these people, and finally… as she reached the second-tost room, she saw Jonathan, barely clinging to life.


    Her heart couldn’t help but ache. Jonathan was already in his sixties, his whiteb coat stained dark red with blood. Hey on a small bed, his hair silver, gasping for breath.


    The scene was deste.


    Kelvin opened the iron door and secretly squeezed her hand, giving her a hint.


    “Dinner time,” she spoke up.


    The familiar voice startled Jonathan, who had been lying down. He immediately opened his eyes and struggled to sit up.


    His gaze flickered for a moment, fixated on the neers. When he saw Cheyenne making a “It’s me” gesture, Jonathan’s eyes turned red with excitement.


    “Cheyenne? What are you doing here? It’s too dangerous. Quick, leave…”


    “Jonathan, how can I save you and get you out of here?” Cheyenne removed the food from the lunchbox while asking.


    Get out?


    A bitter smile appeared on Jonathan’s lips. “They imnted a chip in my body. I can’t escape. You should leave… oh, right, this is a letter I wrote in secret. Please deliver it to the head of the Owen family.”


    “Jonathan…” Cheyenne looked down and saw him slipping a blood-soaked letter with white background and red words into her sleeve.


    A tear fell from beneath her mask, but she held back her sadness, biting her lip.


    In contrast, Jonathan seemed moreposed. He spoke in a deliberately lighthearted tone, “I won’t die that easily, so don’t worry. But there’s one thing I can’t rest assured about. I hope you can promise me, Cheyenne.”


    “Tell me.”


    “Keep an eye on the hospital for me. I suspect there’s a mole there.”


    This matter was out of the ordinary, and apart from Cheyenne and Eddie, he didn’t have anyone he could trust.


    Eddie had a simple and shy personality, which made him more suitable for focusing on scientific research. On the other hand, Cheyenne was courageous and resourceful, making her a good sessor.


    Jonathan imed that he was fine to reassure Cheyenne, but in reality, he knew that those people would harm him once they lost patience.


    This can be seen as entrusting his career to Cheyenne.


    The responsibility is great and the road ahead is long.


    Although Cheyenne had rejected several times before, Jonathan felt anxious this time, wondering if she would ept his request in such a dangerous situation.


    “Okay, I promise you. But I’m just filling in temporarily. You still have toplete your own work.” Cheyenne agreed, but made it clear that it was a temporary arrangement.


    With these words, the heavy burden in Jonathan’s heart finally lifted. He urged the two of them to leave quickly.


    Kelvin stood at the door, watching the situation outside, while using his peripheral vision to urge Cheyenne silently.


    “Oh, and Cheyenne, take care of someone when you’re on your own.” Jonathan called her back and whispered a name in her ear.


    Cheyenne calmly put away the empty food box and followed Kelvin out of the prison door. She watched as the metallic electronic lock snapped shut.


    Her eyebrows furrowed.


    No matter what, the first thing she had to do after getting out was to rescue Jonathan.


    How much longer could he hold on like this?


    They retraced their steps and took the elevator from floor minus three straight to floor minus one. Between floor minus three and floor one, there was a small stairwell with a hidden door next to some clutter.


    Kelvin pushed aside the clutter, took Cheyenne’s hand, and opened the door together.


    Outside the door, the sunlight was brilliant.


    The rundown alley looked old, with a seven or eighty-year-old man lying on a rattan chair, half-asleep, holding a fan. In front of him was a small table with a few bottles of drinks, such as Coke, looking quite shabby.


    As the door opened, the old man, who was just dozing off, hurriedly sat up and looked over sharply.


    “It’s me.”


    Hearing the voice, he rxed and quickly pushed the two of them into the darkness, gruffly asking, “Master Kelvin, why did you take three days toe out?”


    Three days!


    So she and Kelvin had been trapped down there for three whole days?


    Oh no, Iker must be really worried about her now.