Paul Payne took a deep breath, forcing down the shock and excitement welling up inside him.
He pulled a notebook from inside his shirt. It was soaked with sweat but had clearly been well-protected.
He presented it to Seraphina Sullivan with both hands.
"Sullivan, this is all the information you wanted on Connor Webb."
His voice was a little hoarse, but firm.
"His routines, details on the women around him, which higher-ups he’s in contact with, and the place he visits every week... It’s all in here."
Seraphina Sullivan took the notebook, leafed through it casually, and gave a slight nod.
The handwriting was messy, but the notes were indeed detailed.
"Good," she said, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "You’ve done well."
Paul Payne didn’t sit. Instead, he stood even straighter.
He looked at Seraphina Sullivan, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, but he finally gritted his teeth and spoke.
"There’s one more thing."
Seraphina Sullivan glanced up at him.
"What is it?"
Paul Payne took another deep breath and lowered his voice.
"I heard something. Connor Webb is targeting you."
"And it’s not just because of that disgusting fetish of his. He... he made a deal with one of the higher-ups at the Central Base."
He paused, then said, emphasizing each word,
"They’re going to... capture you. The higher-up wants your mutated Deer Herd."
The moment he finished speaking, Seraphina Sullivan’s eyes turned cold.
It wasn’t the cold of anger or panic, but... the chilling calm of a predator that had just been provoked.
"I haven’t even gone after him yet," she said softly, her voice devoid of emotion, "and he’s already scheming against me."
She lowered her gaze to the notebook Paul Payne had given her, flipping through the pages quickly.
Connor Webb’s name, his movements, the details of his deal with a mid-level official from The Resource Faction... Every entry was crystal clear.
"Excellent."
She closed the notebook and looked up at Paul Payne.
His heart clenched at her gaze, but he didn’t flinch.
"You’ve shown your good faith," Seraphina Sullivan said.
"Now I’ll fulfill my promise."
She raised her hand, and a translucent, crystalline candy materialized in her palm. Inside it, faint sparks of lightning seemed to dance.
[Flash Candy].
"Eat this." She held the candy out to Paul Payne. "It will give you power."
Paul Payne froze.
He stared at the small object in his palm. It looked no different from an ordinary piece of candy. A flicker of disbelief crossed his face.
’A piece of candy?’
’A piece of candy is supposed to give me power?’
’Let me get my revenge?’
He looked up at Seraphina Sullivan, but she just watched him calmly, offering no explanation.
Paul Payne gritted his teeth.
He thought of his sister’s face as she died, of that bastard’s smug smile, and of every humiliation he had endured to get here.
’What’s one piece of candy? Even if it’s poison, I’ll take it.’
He snatched the candy and shoved it into his mouth.
The candy melted the instant it touched his tongue, a warm sensation sliding down his throat into his stomach.
The next second—
Heat!
Every cell in his body was on fire!
The sensation wasn’t painful. Instead... power was surging into him, remaking his body, tearing his old self apart and forging him anew!
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