Torn City: The Almighty System

Respect

At Lincoln’s warning, the atmosphere in the room turned ice cold. The merry scene became chilly in an instant.

Everyone froze like a statue with their glasses in their hands, not even making the slightest movement.

Reagan threw his glass onto the table, his face turning extremely pale. He backed up a few steps as if he had stepped on a snake.

The bloody-red wine splashed onto the table and dripped onto the floor, the sound breaking the spell that had come over them.

"Impossible! I just got this from the kitchen!"

Jack looked at Lincoln, and then at the glass in his hand. He did not dare drink it.

Unlike the prison guard, the rest of the team did not doubt Lincoln’s words. They all believed him. Evilgenius , who had a good relationship with him, Reagan, who had hired him, even competitive Zywane did not question him.

They knew that Lincoln would not lie in such a situation. A lie would have easily been detected.

"We can try it and find out, or get a specialist," Lincoln said.

"Very wel