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Chapter 731: Alright, Ill keep digging, Jareth said with determination.

Mr.

Shaw, Im bringing reinforcements to you right away.

As the call ended, Verruckts brows furrowed, his mind still swirling with doubt.

Before blacking out earlier, he had faintly heard a few mafiosos pleading for their lives, their voices quivering like reeds in the wind.

Whoever their opponent was, they were formidable far beyond the reach of the Sanric districts usual players.

Verruckts gaze landed on Allison, who stood trembling in front of him, her tear-streaked face a portrait of helplessness.

He narrowed his eyes, his expression hardening once more.

It couldnt possibly be this sobbing, fragile woman.

Allison darted nervous glances around the decrepit factory, the dilapidated walls and eerie silence gnawing at her resolve.

Mr.

Shaw… how much longer until they get here? she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ten minutes, Verruckt replied flatly, pressing a hand to his bleeding wound.

His voice was sharp as a blade.

Stop the waterworks.

If youve got enough strength to cry, then get over here and do something useful.

Allison blinked in confusion, her lips trembling.

But… I already bandaged it, didnt I? Without a word, Verruckt ripped off the clumsy gauze she had wrapped around his injury.

The blood-soaked mess beneath told the tale of her inexperience.

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Verruckt took off the bandage, and the wound was still pouring blood.

Im so sorry, Allison said, her voice trembling.

Her face was flushed with embarrassment.

I didnt realize it hadnt stopped bleeding, she added.

The bandages nearest to the injury were already drenched in crimson.

Their bodies healed far faster than normal humans.

So, deep down, Allison wasnt really afraid that he might die.

Verruckt, pale as a ghost, curled his lip in a sneer.

Look closer at the wound, he said.

The sight was gruesome, and Allison immediately covered her face with both hands.

I cant do it, she stammered.

Verruckt finally figured out why the bandaging had been done so badly.

She was too scared to handle it properly.

Come here, he said.

Though his tone was steady, the command in his words was undeniable.

By now, he had no doubts.

Allison might have meant well, but she was utterly useless in situations like this.

Alright, she murmured.

Slowly, Allison dropped her hands from her face.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the injury.

Just tell me what to do, and Ill do it.

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