She alone was more than enough to take care of Damien.
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In a dungeon in Markovia, a middle-aged man sat leisurely on a chair with a few men dressed in black next to him and some blood stains on the floor.
In the same room, Dexter and Tyler were bound to the chair, appearing to have lost consciousness with their closed eyes.
Damien gave the men under his feet a kick. “Are you guys dead?”
Opening their eyes, Dexter and Tyler awakened to the underground humid air which carried a stench so mouldy that it made them want to throw up the contents of their stomachs.
Never in their wildest dreams did they think that they would be kidnapped while on their way to Sandfort, and they were not a match for Damien at all since they were not as experienced as him in martial arts.
The edges of their lips were stained with blood just as their shirts were, and although they were kidnapped, they showed no signs of fear but appeared composed.
Glaring at the men in black, Dexter said in a firm tone, “You better release me or else Janet will never let you off.”
Damien merely snorted and said ruthlessly, “That wild young girl? She was still a stinking underdeveloped child when she came to Markovia three years ago. All day long, she would tag along behind Morris, and he even gave her the key to the secret chamber in the end. Hmph, how ironic!”
Tyler shot him a cold glare and shouted, “Don’t you dare insult Janet!”
With a cold sneer on his face, Damien lifted his leg and kicked him ferociously in the abdomen, delivering all his vengeance against Janet on these two young lads.
For three full months, he had waited for this opportunity and he finally found the people from Janet’s organization, but he didn’t think that they would turn out to be as useless as she was back then. This time, he would get the key to the secret chamber from Janet.
Since three years ago, he already heard about the things kept away in the secret chamber—heirloom treasures, weapons and an alchemy furnace. By owning that furnace, one could own everything in this world.
After all, everyone wanted the elixir that promised eternal youth and longevity, but he was worried that Janet already had her hands all over that furnace.
“Damien.” A cold voice broke off his chain of thoughts suddenly and Janet had come as quickly as possible after disembarking the aircraft with Lee.
“You still came in the end!” he exclaimed at her with a smirk.
Staring at him icily, Janet’s voice carried a bloodthirsty tone as though she had emerged from hell when she said, “Damien, of all the reasons you could have used to get me here, you should have never resorted to threatening. As you know, I hate being threatened the most.”
Seeing that she didn’t arrive alone but with another unknown man, he snorted, “You’re quite capable, sl*t. When Morris was around, you had him wrapped around your little finger, and now that he’s gone, there are still men who fell under your spell.”
His words ticked Lee off and he lashed out, “Shut up!”
Feigning fear, Damien said, “Oh, you sound like you’re also from the organization.”
Janet snickered, “Did you just find out that it’s meaningless for you to live in your own ignorant world?”
“Janet, if you hadn’t appeared, Morris would have given me the key to the secret chamber. I’ve followed him for more than a decade and thought that he would pass everything to me. You were only around for three years, yet he gave you everything. This is not fair at all.” Chortling in frustration for a few seconds, he then kicked Dexter and Tyler mercilessly. “Does this hurt you?” he asked with a cold smile.
Narrowing her eyes, Janet replied, “Morris knew from the beginning that you were evil. That’s why he didn’t give the key to you. If he had done that, many of our men would have been sacrificed.”
When he was still alive, Morris told her that the alchemy furnace in the secret chamber could make the elixir of life. In spite of that, to make the elixir, human lives would be needed as the ingredient and Morris knew about Damien’s bloodthirsty tendency, which was why he never gave him the key.
Nevertheless, Damien was sure that she had resorted to some tricks that made Morris succumb. Grimly, he stated, “If you don’t hand over the key today, these two lads won’t have long to live!” He hissed and continued, “It’s such a shame as they still have so many years ahead of them. I remember that you were about their age when you first arrived in Markovia.”
