Chapter 186

• However, apart from everyone else, there was one man in particular who was insanely hard to miss. He wore a suit, too, but the one he wore made him look more unique, more powerful, more…dangerous.
• Wait, or maybe it was the aura he exuded. Because everything about him screamed danger. Unlike the men on guard, the corner of his lips was slightly crooked, as if he was getting off from the pain of the crying man, and the way he sat in the chair, with his legs crossed at the ankle and his arms crossed broadly over his chest, he seemed to be the one calling the shots.
• And she was proven right when, with two snaps of his fingers, one of the men standing next to a long wooden table (with something littered on it that she couldn’t quite see) pushed a syringe up in the air and filled it with some sort of blue liquid. He transferred the syringe to another man, who had his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. While the man in the wheelchair was shouting, cursing, and screaming at the top of his lungs, the man with the syringe simply grabbed the guy in the wheelchair’s arm, pinned his hand on the armrest, and injected the entire thing in the crook of his arm.