Creeak!
The door opened, and the surgeon walked out.
"You can come in now," He called Alden and Chloe inside.
Alden nodded, and they walked in.
Blood covered the floor, where Neo's operation went on and where the doctor peeled off Owen's palm.
The stench of blood hit Alden's nose, but by now, he had already gotten used to it.
"Owen, are you alright?" Alden asked, concerned.
Owen glared at him coldly. "No need for worry," He replied. "It's been taken care of,"
Faced with his cold reply, Alden could only back down. "Alright,"
"Young master," One of the men accompanying him spoke respectfully. "The master ordered us to bring you home,"
Owen looked at Alden. "You're not bad," he said. "But I do not need friends; no one has any need for them. All we need is power."
Alden was stunned; he didn't know what to say.
"I doubt we'll meet ever again,"
Owen left the room with the two servants without waiting for Alden to speak.
