And beside him stood Wesley Ruiz, bruised and swollen, with a look of guilt mixed with gratitude.
The room was filled with the smell of blood and the sound of harrowing screams.
A few steps away from Liam Cloud lay several men, bloody and disfigured, writhing in agony.
Amidst the men's anguished cries, the man sitting on the sofa remained extremely indifferent, his thin, cold lips parting to utter an emotionless word, "Continue."
The ringtone of a phone sounded, and he picked up the phone, glancing at it briefly before putting it to his ear, "Speak."
Felix Shaw got straight to the point, "Big Boss, I need to report a situation to you. Miss Sanders has a fever, and it's quite severe. Given the distance, if we send her away now, she might not be able to bear it physically."
Liam Cloud was silent for a moment, his eyes, cold enough to freeze a person, glanced at Wesley Ruiz.
Wesley Ruiz was still lost in the gratitude of being personally rescued by the Big Boss.
