Free Web NovelChapter 1100: Chapter 1100
Aurelia Shaw’s pupils shrank tightly.
The cold ground, a man lay on it, or rather, it was a bloody mass of flesh. The body was soaked in blood, the white clothes dyed a glaring red, his eyes as large as copper bells in terror, his mouth a mess of blood and flesh, his tongue had been cut off.
If it weren’t for that face, Aurelia Shaw would not have recognized that this was the man who had just reported her.
Alaric Wood frowned, looking quite troubled on his face. "Honestly, I got a bit carried away, sigh, made a mess of this place. If Dr. Mook finds out, she’ll definitely get mad again. Sweetheart, could you please help clean this up."
This man, made a mess here, wants her to wipe his ass?
He specifically called her over just to clean up his mess.
Alaric Wood wickedly curled his lips, "You’re Dr. Mook’s assistant, aren’t these tasks supposed to be yours?"
She, do it? Then what are so many studio employees for?
That’s what Aurelia Shaw thought in her heart, but on the surface, she bashfully lowered her head and whispered, "I-I will clean this up."
Alaric Wood jumped down from the table, "After all, I’m the one who solved a problem for you, so you should clean up."
Alaric Wood walked to the person on the ground.
The person’s fingers twitched slightly.
Alaric Wood: "Oh, still alive, huh?"
He lowered his gaze, his long lashes covered his eyes, making it hard to discern his emotions. His flat and emotionless voice sounded slowly, "How pitiful."
Alaric Wood bent down, stroking the man’s face.
Aurelia Shaw noticed his fingers, really long and pale, a kind of bloodless, sickly white, as if they had been imprisoned in a place without sunlight for years.
His movements were gentle, but the hairs on the back of Aurelia Shaw’s neck stood up.
Alaric Wood: "The weak can only become toys for the strong."
His thin lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Not even worthy of being prey, not even up to the level of entertainment, truly pitiful..."
His long fingers left the man’s face, Alaric Wood stuffed his hands into his pants pockets and cast a glance back at Aurelia Shaw.
He smiled, "Sweetheart, I’m counting on you then."
The sound of footsteps faded away.
Aurelia Shaw went over to check on the man’s condition.
The man groaned in pain.
Aurelia Shaw said coolly, "Being tortured like this, he actually survived."
That man is truly a psychopath.
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After dealing with that man, Aurelia Shaw originally intended to stroll around the lab, searching for a few companions from the "Hunter Thunder" unit Mason Nightshade had mentioned. Unexpectedly, she ran into Dr. Mook.
Vaila Mook frowned, "Didn’t I tell you to go back?"
Aurelia Shaw didn’t need to guess to know what Vaila Mook’s expression meant.
Facing a woman eyeing her prey, she naturally wouldn’t be pleased.
Aurelia Shaw said, "Brother Lin called me back to help with something."
Vaila Mook glanced at the person in the cage who was already in a poor state, understood what was going on, and said coldly, without any emotion, "I knew he wasn’t careful, but luckily, it was an experimental subject that was no longer useful."
Vaila Mook lowered her head, recording something.
Aurelia Shaw’s slightly lowered eyes flashed with complexity.
Do these people really regard human lives as insignificant?
It’s truly revolting.
Vaila Mook left.
After a few steps, Vaila Mook suddenly turned back, "From now on, you’ll take care of the experimental subject in Cage No. 1."
Aurelia Shaw was stunned for a moment.
The experimental subject in Cage No. 1 is Mason Nightshade.
This woman is willing to hand Mason Nightshade over to her?
But then Aurelia Shaw immediately understood the reason.
