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Chapter 1108 - 1108: What Truth?
Alaric Wood smiled faintly, blood on the corner of his mouth.He wiped his lips clean, a wicked smile playing at the edge of his lips, eyes gleaming with a sense of victory, "The taste is really quite nice."
The air pressure grew increasingly colder.
Aurelia Shaw raised a hand, aiming a punch at Alaric Wood's face.
A figure struck Alaric's face before she could. Mason Nightshade's gaze was deep, eyes swirling with murderous intent, as he grabbed Alaric's collar, gripping his neck, fingers tightening, veins bulging across his hand.
Aurelia had never seen Mason so furious before.
Alaric's face turned purple, his hands clutching Mason's arm, vision blurring, breath becoming more difficult.
Just then, a woman's voice suddenly rang out: "Let him go!"
Vaila Mook staggered out, her lab coat charred, her face blackened—she had clearly barely escaped the fire.
Mason didn't even glance at Vaila, his fingers tightening with a clear intent to take Alaric's life.
Vaila shouted, "If you kill him, you'll never know the truth about that matter!"
Mason's actions paused.
That matter? Aurelia furrowed her brow in confusion, glancing at Mason, then at Vaila. What truth?
Why did she feel Vaila had looked at her just now?
Was she imagining it?
Vaila: "Or do you want me to reveal it here?
Mason Nightshade, decide carefully."
"You want to die too?" Mason looked at Vaila.
Vaila stared at Mason, cold sweat breaking out on her back. She couldn't deny that this man was truly terrifying, released from a cage, a cold-blooded beast that spared no one.
Probably except for the girl beside him, he would strike anyone without hesitation.
She knew his weakness, so in this threat, she was confident, "If you can ensure silencing me before I speak, you can try."
Mason looked at Vaila, eyes filled with deadly intent, and after a few seconds of silence, released his grip on Alaric's neck.
Alaric clutched his neck, coughing, backing up a few steps.
Vaila went over to support Alaric, whispering, "Let's go."
The two left.
Aurelia walked over to Mason, "Just let them leave like that? I always feel this Dr. Mook's research could become a significant threat in the future."
"I'll capture her eventually." Mason's gaze landing on Aurelia's lips, a chilling intent surfacing again, a surge of strong murderous will.
And that man who dared to act against her.
He would kill him.
"What truth was she talking about? Are you investigating something?" Aurelia asked with curiosity.
Mason embraced Aurelia, sighed by her ear, "Knowing too much about some things is not good for you. Sometimes ignorance is better. Understand?"
Aurelia nodded, indicating she understood.
Her curiosity was not overwhelming; she fully understood that curiosity could kill the cat, and she didn't want to know about things unrelated to her. Besides, she trusted Mason; he would handle everything for her.
...
Dylan Harper and others, upon emerging, saw Mason pinching Aurelia's chin, gaze fixated on her lips, which were red and even had a cut at the corner—clearly just having been…
The group quickly looked away, coughing awkwardly, pretending they hadn't seen anything.
Brother Night, this doesn't seem right; we haven't escaped the enemy's camp yet.
No matter how much you miss your girl, just hold on a bit.
"Let's go!" Mason tightly wrapped Aurelia's small hand within his large one, stepping towards the car. Military vehicles usually had medical kits; he found one, retrieving cotton swabs and alcohol.
Mason pinched Aurelia's chin, commanding, "Lift your head. Don't move."