The doctors bowed their heads, too intimidated to respond. The man’s demand for a life-extending pill was beyond the current medical capabilities. Moreover, their attempts to develop this miraculous drug had resulted in numerous deaths, as they harvested materials from human tissues.

The chief doctor, voice shaking, finally spoke up. “Boss, our technology isn’t there yet. It would be nearly impossible without Hades’ help.” The leader, eyes gleaming with lethal intent, abruptly drew a gun and aimed it at the doctor’s head.

The gunshot echoed sharply through the room. The bullet struck the doctor square in the forehead. The doctor crumpled to the floor, a growing pool of blood darkening around him.

Silence fell over the other doctors, none daring to utter a word. With a cold glare, the leader told them, “If I could bring Hades here myself, what use would I have for you incompetents?”

A chilling aura enveloped him. The atmosphere in the lab was stifling. He issued a stern command in a low tone, “Continue your work. You have one month. Fail, and you’ll meet his fate.”

This ultimatum was their final chance. The team understood the impossibility of their task, but they had no choice but to proceed. Even if they could only live for one more month, they still didn’t want to die now. They hastened to their stations, each movement fueled by fear of being the next victim.

The leader’s gaze then fell to the scattered pills on the floor. His expression hardened further.

Meanwhile, a new figure entered, masked in black, and respectfully announced, “Boss!”

He instructed the masked man, “Find Hades, whatever it takes.” The masked man gave a sharp nod and replied, “Understood,” before turning and leaving without hesitation.

At that moment, the leader grimaced as a sharp pain shot through his chest, radiating to his ribs. Gripping his chest, he staggered, the pain overtaking him.

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A doctor rushed to his side, offering a pill. “Boss, your medication.” After inspecting the pill briefly, he swallowed it. Taking a glass of water from the doctor, he clenched it tightly. It was clear he needed to locate Hades urgently.

Katelyn and Vincent had just settled on the sofa upon their return to the villa when Alfy descended the stairs, cradling a tub of ice cream with evident delight.

Spotting the pair, Alfy greeted them cheerily, “Katelyn, Mr. Adams.” Katelyn’s brow furrowed at the sight of the ice cream. “It’s getting chillier outside. Are you sure that ice cream won’t give you a stomachache?” She worried about Alfy possibly suffering from stomach pains later on.

Alfy, tongue out and eyes wide, reassured her, “It’s fine. I’ve always eaten ice cream in winter without any issues, even more so now.” For Alfy, this was nothing new, and she considered herself quite resilient. Alfy had always believed herself to be unshakably strong.

Katelyn parted her lips to speak, but before she could utter a word, her phone suddenly rang. Glancing at the caller ID brought a moment of confusion, yet she answered. The voice of the attending doctor soon filled her ear.

“Hades, the patient you previously treated is nearly recovered and has asked to meet you.”

The respect in his tone was unmistakable. He treated Katelyn with utmost care, knowing her preferences well.

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