Meanwhile, the sound of breaking glass from the balcony shattered the tranquility of the night.
Kenneth looked down at the shattered mug on the ground, and his gaze turned ominous.
He bent down to pick it up but pricked his hand almost immediately. Blood soon began to flow from his cut.
Kenneth's eyes narrowed as he watched his blood drip. The uneasy feeling in his heart was growing heavier by the minute. He held the shard in his hand and clenched it, turning the drip into a stream.
Dave entered at that moment.
“Look outside, Kenneth.” Right after he spoke, he frowned as he noticed the blood on the other's hand. “What happened?”
“Nothing.” Kenneth stood up. He grabbed a piece of tissue and held it in his hand before asking, “What is it?”
Dave signaled him to look outside.
Kenneth turned and gazed down to see a convoy of large cars passing by the entrance.
His eyes narrowed. “What is this?”
Dave placed both hands on the balcony. “I asked around,” he announced, a smirk forming on the corner of his lips. “They said it's Anonymous supplying materials to those coming to kill Boss in the uninhabited zone.”
Kenneth watched the cars pass as his gaze darkened.
“Look at their service,” Dave teased. “How thoughtful.”
Kenneth turned around. “Why, are you jealous?”
“Especially so,” Dave emphasized.
Kenneth considered for a moment before nodding. “I'm jealous too.”
Dave was rendered speechless.
Kenneth is still the most shameless one out of all of us.
Dave watched the vehicles passing below. “Don't you think that Anonymous' style of doing things is similar to yours?”
“Similar in what way?”
“Being arrogant and shameless.”
It was Kenneth's turn to be rendered speechless.
“Are you worried about her?” Dave asked when Kenneth did not respond.
In response, Kenneth gazed into the distance. “I've been feeling uneasy the whole day.”
Dave said comfortingly, “Vermillion Base is a wolf's den, so it's normal to feel uneasy. Everything will be fine after tomorrow.”
Kenneth clenched his fists without taking his eyes off the distant horizon. “I hope so.”
When Boss rushed to Vermillion Base upon receiving the news, he was greeted by bodies littering the floor when he walked through the door.
Natasha was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall. Her clothes were torn, and her body and face were covered with blood and injuries.
Several men stood not far away and were watching her as if looking at a demon. They appeared hesitant and did not dare move forward.
Boss then scanned around him. The blood all over the ground made it look like he was in hell.
At last, his gaze fell onto Natasha. Despite thousands of scenarios running through his head on his way there, he never imagined such a sight.
The woman looked disoriented and did not seem interested in the people around her as long as she was left alone. He did not expect her to be that vicious.
At the same time, a glint of joy flashed across his eyes.
Boss arrived before Natasha. “How are you? Are you all right?”
Natasha's gaze remained fixed ahead. Her eyes were red as though her soul had left her body. She did not move.
Boss reached out a hand and was about to call her when Natasha suddenly regained her senses and reached out to strike him. Fortunately, his reflexes were quick enough, which enabled him to dodge backward. At that instant, he saw the silver needle in Natasha's hand.
His eyes narrowed.
Has she been able to survive thus far with just a silver needle?
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