Then, three portable small seals were applied, and Lin Nineteen was shackled with Source Substance manacles.
"Lucky indeed."
On the operating table, Pant Delong, his face unrecognizable, looked down and scrutinized Lin Nineteen. His burned face twisted into a sinister smile. "It's thanks to your mentor that we've become like this, and now, here you are, delivering yourself to our doorstep."
"Do you guess... how much he will regret it if he knows his student has fallen into our hands?"
Lin Nineteen sat stiffly on the ground, feeling only despair. Often, when you are so desperate that you think you've hit rock bottom, an even deeper despair reminds you: Dream on!
Outside the Shelter, familiar cries were heard.
"Little Nineteen! Little Nineteen!!"
It was Yuan Yuan's voice. "Where are you?! Can you hear me?"
In the silent Shelter, the Colonel and Harry Quinn exchanged a glance.
It wasn't clear who let out a faint sigh, "Lucky indeed..."
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