"Wait! Are you here to kill Charles too?" Zoe, who was still relatively clear-headed, immediately reacted upon hearing Winston's words.
This person in the black hoodie was also here to kill Charles, just like them!
It seemed that the person lying on the ground next to Charles was not his companion but rather the one who had lured Charles here.
"Really? Aren't you Charles's allies?" Winston quickly calmed down and asked cautiously.
"Allies? I'd kill to see Charles suffer, to have him torn apart and begging for mercy! How could I be his ally?" Jason spat out, filled with hatred.
He was itching to see Charles kneeling on the ground, pleading for his life.
"Charles! Who would have thought that not only the two of us are out to kill you, but there are others as well. You're dead today!" Jason declared, wanting to end the conversation. His hand reached into his pocket, trying to retrieve that bottle of red miracle drug.
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