Nathan's face darkened. He coldly asked, “What about him?”
Francis spoke softly with his head lowered. “He's currently undergoing treatment but doesn't look too good. “I'm worried that the sight of him may frighten you, Mr. Cross. Perhaps we should refrain from seeing him for now!”
Nathan's gaze fell on Francis.
Francis felt a chill run down his spine under Nathan's gaze and felt incredibly nervous.
Nathan slowly asked, “Will seeing him affect the treatment?”
Upon hearing that, Francis was taken aback, stammering, “Well... I don't think it's that serious.”
Nathan said indifferently, “Why avoid meeting him, then? Take me to see him immediately.”
Francis could only reply, “Yes!”
Moments later, Francis led Nathan to the deepest part of the research institute. There were several checkpoints, each with incredibly heavy titanium doors. They were also equipped with high-tech password locks. There was no way to get in without proper identification and authorization.
Moreover, soldiers dispatched from the Channing military district were also responsible for guarding and protecting the checkpoints.
Nathan slightly furrowed his eyebrow, but didn't say anything.
At last, they arrived at the deepest part of the research base, in front of a ward.
Strictly speaking, that was already a prison.
The room featured an ultra-thick bulletproof glass capable of withstanding the impact of a cannonball.
The door to the room was also half a meter thick, made of titanium, much like the prison meant for confining elites.
Nathan voiced his dissatisfaction. “Sevan is my subordinate and my friend. What do you think you're doing with him? Is this how you treat a sick person?”
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