บท 388: Pre-War [3]

"I know you don't trust she's poisoned, so how about I show this?' Abrax snapped his fingers.

A hologram played showing the reports of a young boy from a big certificate.

Colin recognized the boy. The son of a major architect—he was kidnapped.

The boy was returned the next day and except for a few people, most didn't even know this happened.

However, he died strangely the next week.

The investigation was still going on.

Snap.

Abrax simply snapped and the hologram changed.

It showed the boy undergoing writhing agony before dark and white circles appeared all over his body before he metaled into a puddle of blood and flesh.

Abrax smirked. "This brat's father didn't believe in our words. So, we had to prove our authenticity.

I could've shown the poison on your daughter, but that'd be cruel for her, don't you think?"

Colin stiffened up and nodded like a puppet. "Y-Yes."