He didn't get to finish his sentence.
Serena cut him off with a chilling glare. "Say one more word, and you can handle him yourself."
Dr. York choked on his own words, his face flushing a humiliated shade of purple.
Handle him?
If he had any idea how to fix this, he wouldn't have been begging the guards to shoot.
He wouldn't have stood by and watched his colleague get swatted into bloody pulp.
He clamped his mouth shut.
The others scrambled backward, desperate to put as much distance between themselves and the monster as humanly possible.
And so, in a room full of terrified experts crawling over each other to escape.
Serena calmly carried her medical kit through the carnage, stepping right into the beast's strike zone.
Beneath the hood of her black jacket, her striking, pale face remained devoid of fear.
There wasn't a trace of panic in her posture, not even a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.
Everyone stared at her as if she were completely insane.
Was she out of her mind?
Was she actually going to get herself killed for a paycheck?
Asset 07 was in a state of absolute, berserk fury.
He had just turned a grown man into a smear on the wall with a single swipe.
And she was walking right up to him?
This wasn't practicing medicine.
This was a suicide mission for cash.
The room held its collective breath.
Dr. York dug his nails into his palms, his eyes dark with malice.
A twisted part of him hoped the beast would rip her to shreds on the spot.
Then he would be proven right.
Then the world would see that the mighty Panacea was nothing more than an arrogant, reckless little girl who bought into her own hype.


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