Chapter 817: Chapter 817

Chapter 817:

“So being blown up is the better option. At least it’ll be quick.”

Jareth’s face tensed. He wasn’t sure what to think anymore.

“But Alice is different,” he argued. “She’s undocumented. She might slip back to her home country unnoticed. The Immortality Group wouldn’t risk drawing attention. They’ll keep their crimes quiet.”

In the dark, Verruckt’s crimson eyes seemed to burn even brighter. “If I can’t have her,” he said coldly, “then she’ll die with me.”

This was why, if Verruckt died, Alice wouldn’t make it out alive either. He had intentionally given Mollie’s job to Alice. Her decisions now controlled life and death.

“So that’s how it is,” Jareth muttered, his thoughts swirling. He realized he’d never fully understood the man standing before him. To Jareth, Verruckt remained the same—a total madman.

Just then, a deafening explosion ripped through the corridor.

Bang!

The door to Verruckt’s room burst open.

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“Mr. Shaw, go!” Jareth shouted.

Jareth, always on guard, snatched a Molotov cocktail and flung it straight at the intruders. The bottle shattered, and flames erupted, swallowing the group outside. Agonized screams echoed through the chaos.

“To the cold storage,” Verruckt ordered sharply.

Without wasting a second, he bolted through the blistering heat, sprinting across the darkened carpet toward the room he had in mind.

Gunfire rattled as the Immortality Group’s men sprayed bullets into the room. Their leader quickly pieced it together.

“That shadow—it was Verruckt! He’s heading for the cold storage. After him!”

Standing in front of the door to the cold storage, Verruckt used his staff key to unlock it. A sharp crack echoed as he stepped inside, greeted by a chilly blast. Undeterred, he strode toward the international fresh produce section, seemingly indifferent to the risk of getting trapped. The shelves were laden with exotic fruits, each one pricier than a trove of crystal goblets.

Suddenly, Verruckt swept his arm across, sending everything crashing to the floor. Behind the fallen goods, a safe door was revealed.

Outside, the men in black hesitated before the sealed door. “Chief, why not just leave him? He’ll freeze in there soon enough, and there’s no way he can escape,” one suggested.

“Shut up, you idiot!” the leader snapped, delivering a stinging slap. “That man might be a lost cause, but there’s treasure inside. Get that door open!”

The cold storage room had its own power supply, making it a beacon of light in the otherwise dark club. With caution, the men in black stepped in, guns drawn. As they moved past the frozen section, their gazes were inevitably drawn to the international fresh produce area. There, Verruckt leaned casually against a shelf.

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