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Olivia threw the scalpel in her hand, hitting Steven’s hand dead–on.
His phone dropped to the ground, the screen shattering into pieces.
“Stop dreaming. I’ve blocked all the signals here.” The coldness in Olivia’s eyes made Steven shiver.
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Forget sending a message they couldn’t even make a call now.
The doctors who saw what happened had already run far away.
Olivia didn’t waste words. She knocked Donald, Gina, and Steven each on the head, sealing their pressure points so they sat there limp, unable to move.
She reached into Gina’s pocket and pulled out a ring of keys.
“I’m going to save him. Find a safe ce to hide,” Olivia told Ang.
Ang froze for a second, then grabbed Olivia’s hand. “I’m going with you.”
The two of them moved out. Bobby led the way, with Olivia and Ang right behind him.
They arrived at a small thatched hut with cold wind blowing through it, surrounded by iron bars on the outside.
It was already freezing in winter, but it was even colder inside. Stay in here too long, and one would get sick sooner orter.
As soon as Olivia stepped in, she smelled a strong stench of blood.
The hut was small, and they quickly saw the man lying in the corner.
He was chained to the wall, thin and weak, blood dripping from his bony hands. He didn’t seem to care, his eyes lifeless.
His body was covered in wounds, and through the torn clothes, she could see scars both old and new<i>, </i>deep and shallow<i>, </i>packed <i>so </i>densely it was unbearable to look at.
It was clear Donald and the others meant to slowly torture him to death.
When he saw Olivia, the man didn’t react much he even gave a faintugh.
“What new game are you ying today?” His Adam’s apple moved as he spoke, voice weak. Clearly, he thought Olivia was one of Donald’s sidekicks.
Olivia stayed silent, studying him. She noticed his hands looked different from most people’s – slightly misshapen in a way that only came from years of holding a gun.
11:52 pm
While Olivia was watching him, the man was also watching her, momentarily stunned.
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Olivia was beautiful. Her features matched Clusian traditional idea of beauty. Her silky hair, red lips, white teeth, and cool expression made her even more striking. And she carried a calmness far beyond her years.
The man looked into Olivia’s bright, beautiful eyes and thought they looked a lot like his aunt’s.
The Monroe family was one of Kingtonelle’s richest and most powerful ns. The current head, Martin Monroe, had two sons and one daughter.
The eldest son, Michael Monroe, ran the family business and bore the weight of its affairs. The other two children’s information was hidden from the public and never disclosed.
In truth, Martin’s second son, Edward, had joined the Easnd Special Forces at just twelve years old, secretly trained as a soldier. His movements were mysterious, his missions ssified, and no one could track him.
Martin’s daughter, Emily Monroe, had studied abroad for years and only returned recently. She was now a student at the Kingtonelle Conservatory of Music.
The man now beaten and broken before her was Edward.
He had carried out countless dangerous, deadly missions the hands of such seemingly simple country folk.
He had underestimated the evil in human nature.
The residents of Magnolia Town would deceive any
—
yet he never thought he would fall into
outsider
—
man or woman.
But to them, women held greater economic value. Men, on the other hand, were simply tortured to death, their organs harvested and sold.
Edward had only passed through here by chance while on a mission. When he heard that many college girls had gone missing in this area, he decided to stop and investigate.