With furrowed eyebrows, Alex was stunned in place. From his expression, Cheryl could tell something
wrong. âSo? Did you find something?â
âIâve seen this poison,â replied Alex.
âHuh?â
âWhere? Is there a cure for it?â Guilherme asked.
Alex shook his head. âIn my masterâs body. Sheâs currently poisoned with this, and her life is in
jeopardy. I initially wanted to ask for both of your help; to see if there was a cure to this.â
Guilherme said, âThe biggest problem we have, as of now, is to find the source of this poison. Else it
would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. We donât know where to start. Master, how did your
master get poisoned?â
âShe was poisoned in the Myriad Demon Valley of the ancient boundary,â Alex replied.
Guilherme was speechless.
Back in his day, the ancient boundary had yet to exist, hence it was obvious that he was clueless as to
what the Myriad Demon Valley was. It was useless to have asked such a question.
However, even though there were cases recorded in the books of Mercy Cancer Hospital, these people
were quarantined in the isolation wards. Moreover, information on these patients was completely
sealed from the public. Only a few within this hospital knew about this.
Alex said, âBring me to those patients.â
Cheryl nodded.
As the three left the laboratory, a man kicked the entrance wide open, crying loudly, âPete, oh Pete!
How could you just die like that? Which bastard did this? Iâll shred them to pieces! Iâll kill their entire
family!â
Thud⦠thud⦠thudâ¦
A large group of people rushed into the building. They appeared to be in the hundreds, crowding up the
building completely.
Each held a different weapon and had stern expressions plastered on their faces. Just one look, and it
was obvious that they were a triad gang, thugs who were part of the underworld.
They didnât care where they were at the time. After barging into the lab, they smashed everything they
saw on the table without hesitation.
This was the best laboratory within the hospital. Every piece of equipment here was of the highest
quality, not to mention how expensive they actually were. Smashing them would incur awful losses to
the hospital.
Cheryl was heartbroken. âStop! Stop, all of you! Who are you people? Who said you could mess
around in a hospital?â
âMe!â A manâs voice came from outside of the door. After that, the entire gang lined up at the side.
A dark-skinned man in his late fifties walked in, filled with murderous intent. He scanned the three and
asked, âWho killed my son? Show yourself! â
This man, Tom Watterson, was Peteâs father. Unexpectedly, although Pete was the chief of the CDC,
he had a father who dabbled with the underworld. He even seemed like he was doing well in such
shady business.
âI did.â Alex took a step forward and admitted to it.
Since Tom had lost his son, he wished that he could skin Alex alive and feed him to dogs. He yelled
angrily. âGo grovel before my son and give him 300 kowtows! I wonât dismember your corpse once you
do so!â
Pausing slightly, he then looked towards Cheryl. âSo youâre the girl my son was head over heels with?
You look pretty nice. Bring back my sonâs corpse to my place later and mourn his death as his wife for
three years.â
âWhat?â Cherylâs expression darkened. âHow could he give such an order?â
Just then, someoneâs voice interrupted the fiasco. âTom Watterson, got a death wish? Not only did you
barge into a hospital with your gang, you even ordered my master to grove! for your son? Who do you
think you are?â
A gorgeous and dashing woman strode into the building. She was Alexâs first student, Anna Coleman.