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Chapter 96 Russell Is Really a Dog
At this moment, in Aldmill. In a secret base. Nelson slowly opened his eyes, the bright light stinging his vision, forcing him to close them again. He tried to raise his hand to shield his eyes but found himself bound and unable to move. "Is anyone there? Help!" he yelled. Footsteps echoed, and an exceptionally handsome man appeared in front of him. The man had deep brown eyes, a high nose, and thin lips—he looked almost like a mixed-race person. "Shh, you're too loud." The man raised an eyebrow, holding a syringe filled with a light blue liquid. Nelson's voice trembled in fear. "What are you going to do?" The man smirked. "What do you think your life is worth to be saved?" Nelson didn’t know who his savior was or what their intentions were. At the time, he only wanted to survive,
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