Chapter 715:
Meanwhile, outside, his men loitered in the cold, too far away to catch the details of the scuffle. Instead, they exchanged crude smirks and leering comments, their imaginations running wild.
“Sounds like Mr. Cullen is putting in overtime. Lucky bastard,” one chuckled, lighting a cigarette.noveldrama
“That woman must be something else. Wonder if she’ll still have any fight left for us after he’s done,” another sneered, his tone dripping with malice.
“Yeah, though judging by the noises, she might not make it out in one piece,” a third added with a twisted grin.
Lost in their filthy fantasies, they had no inkling that their boss was inches away from the grave.
Inside, Yashiro spat blood, his words slurred through the gaps where his teeth once were. “Who… who are you? What do you want?”
The realization hit him like a freight train: this woman was no ordinary adversary. She was a predator, circling her prey.
The woman standing before him exuded the icy precision of a seasoned assassin, her presence as menacing as a predator among sheep, leagues beyond the petty rabble of his gang.
“Now, it’s my turn to ask, and you’ll answer,” Allison declared, brushing off his feeble attempt at a question. Her eyes flicked to Yashiro, who scrambled backward across the dusty floor, his panic palpable.
She spun the gun she had wrested from him with an almost playful ease, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and menace. “If you lie, you already know how this ends.”
“Alright, alright,” he stammered, his tone betraying the weight of his fear. “As long as you let me live, I’ll tell you whatever you want!”
Allison’s gaze didn’t waver as she loomed over him. “Are you with Immortality Pharmaceuticals?”
“Yes,” Yashiro confessed without hesitation, his survival instincts overriding any semblance of loyalty.
Allison twirled the weapon thoughtfully, the faint glint in her amber eyes sending shivers down his spine. “And the tracker on your phone… is it set to follow Verruckt from the Fleeingland Lab?”
Yashiro froze for a moment, his single eye…
Yashiro’s eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn’t expected her to know about Verruckt, let alone mention him so casually. It dawned on him, far too late, that he had crossed paths with a nightmare in human form.
“Yes… yes, that’s right,” he admitted, the words spilling out in a frantic rush. “The Immortality Group gave me the tracker!” Desperate to prove his usefulness, he fumbled for his phone and thrust it toward her like an offering to a merciless deity. “They’re sending people to kill Verruckt today… I was ordered to assist them!”
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