Clara stood just outside, holding her breath as she listened in. She’d seen the blood beneath the little girl earlier and assumed something horrible had happened to her. She’d even started thinking about scavenging some medicine, hoping that maybe, if she could, she’d help her escape later.
But now, it was clear: that sweet-faced Ling was faking it, playing the helpless victim to win sympathy—then turning on anyone who let down their guard.
The whole factory was in chaos, everyone on the hunt for Charles and Clara.
Clara hid out until almost dawn, her brows knit with worry as she searched the edges of the compound for a place to lay low. There was nowhere to go. Every hiding spot was either occupied or too risky.
Suddenly, she remembered someone mentioning that higher-ups would be patrolling soon.
She ducked into a shadowy corner and waited. Sure enough, a tall man in a mask came down the hallway, flanked by two others in identical masks.
The tall man was led through a door, while the other two stayed outside, standing guard.
Clara hurried to find Charles. When their eyes met, they didn’t need to speak—they both knew what to do.
They took out the two guards quickly and slipped into their uniforms, then stationed themselves by the door, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary.
The leader stayed inside for about half an hour. When he finally came out, he walked straight ahead without saying a word.
Clara and Charles followed. After a few steps, the man stopped suddenly and glanced back at them. Clara’s heart jumped. Had they been found out? But he just looked at them for a second, then kept moving.

He sat down in a chair, and Mei came over to rub his shoulders.


“Boss, the old man already promised—if we keep the kid safe for six months, we’ll get the chance to open up shop in North America. We have to keep him safe.”

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