“We’re already a team here,” Marcel said firmly. “What happens in the lab, it’s the same as disrupting this team.”Diko didn’t know what else to say.Several weeks passed ....The arrival of Ronnie’s men who had just returned from hospital was greeted with a tight escort from Aldi’s men.The boy himself has been prepared a special room with super tight supervision so that he cannot escape or establish communication with the people around him.“You have to stay conscious, Gio.” Aldi sat in front of Ronnie’s bed. “I’m sorry about what happened to you ...”“Thank you, but I don’t think that’s necessary!” said Gio while looking at Aldi with a hostile gaze. “My boss is going to get back at you for having the audacity to lock me up in this place ...”“I saved your life, don’t you remember?” asked Aldi flatly, looking at one of Ronnie’s men calculatingly.Gio didn’t answer and just looked away because he was locked up like a prisoner who had to submit at all times to the words of the

Marcel was now riding in the car that would take him to where the Delvino family was, Aldi had warned him that caution was very important while dealing with the Delvino family.Unbeknownst to anyone, Aldi had apparently mobilized an additional special team to follow them because the Delvino family residence also had many trained bodyguards.And Aldi deliberately chose a route that no one else would have thought of.“We can’t say a word without being asked, understand?” Marcel asked his teammates sharply. “Instead of arguing, it’s better to prepare your energies to face the worst risks in case of a fistfight.”“We understand, Sir.” Diko nodded his head, while Ivan chose to remain silent.Their journey continued for half an hour until they finally entered a large and imposing gate with a gold gilded plaque that read Herman Corporation.“After this, the guard will be tighter,” Marcel murmured in a low whisper. “Make sure we watch what we say, because there’s a chance our conversati

Diko supports Ivan, whose stamina is completely drained after his fight with Lokan."Mr. Marcelino ... how is it?" Diko asked while guiding Ivan who was stumbling along. "Also Mrs. Venya who delivered the tubes earlier...""Safe," answered Ivan quietly. “Our injured members …?”"It's still being handled," said Diko.Ivan nodded in relief, the two of them continued walking towards the crowded room."We have to help them," said Ivan as his eyes stared at the unconscious bodies of his members. “Where are the others?”"We are doing it in stages," said Diko. “They're all still alive, don't worry...”Diko's words were cut short when he and Ivan were staggered by a hard kick on their shoulders.When Diko turned around, Lokan had just landed smoothly on the ground. He grinned, clearly visible from his half-torn mask—he had the exact same face as Ivan."He ....""Impossible," muttered Ivan with a pale face. "I used all my strength earlier..."“You traitors, repent!” said Lokan as he spread sev

“You again, you again!” Shirley sneered while glancing at Marcel, who was sitting next to her. "Where, he said he wanted to take care of our divorce? I just don't have any money."One of Marcel's hands clenched into a fist, but he couldn't be provoked by the insults that Shirley threw at him."Here, take the car." Shirley slammed her car keys on the dashboard, then got ready to get out. "You drive, I'll just sleep in the back. I hate seeing your face ...""Many words, I'm not your driver!" Marcel replied from the corner of his lips."What?" Shirley turned her head while looking towards her husband. "Your voice isn't pleasant to hear, isn't it, Marcel? Have you forgotten what your father said to my family earlier?"Marcel exhaled a long breath."You forgot?" Shirley repeated in a shrill voice. "Your father said that you would be a husband who could protect, support and respect me."Marcel turned his head away and didn't answer. Shirley then got off and moved to the back seat."We're go

Just staying at the Delvino family’s residence for a short time, Marcel already felt prolonged stress. He, who has become one with life in Aldi’s lab, is even willing to do anything to be able to return there again.At home, Alvon was still swearing at his brother-in-law. He, who is usually calm and never insults Marcel, now seems to be showing a much worse attitude than usual.“Your husband is really impudent,” he spat at Shirley, who had just brought him a pot of cream.“Besides, Brother is so weak,” commented Shirley while rubbing the cream on Alvon’s wrist, which hurt as if it had been sprained.Even though Marcel only grabbed him, nothing more.“Look, what he’s done to my hands!” Alvon cursed with an angry face.“Why didn’t you reply earlier?” Shirley asked while exhaling. “How come when just holding Marcel he’s blue like this?”Alvon’s eyes then fixated on the blue marks that appeared on his wrist.“That little bastard,” said Alvon angrily. “He has magical powers, for su