"What the hell? He's still alive after that? What reason kept him going until now? If I were him, I would've died a long time ago."
Tyrone's eyes widened in shock as he looked at Hector's frail state, lying on the treatment bed with a thick layer of bandage on his drained body.
"I need the capsule—the one you said could treat the illusion of symptoms. I think he'll need it again in a few days," Kevin said nearby in a deep voice.
Tyrone could only sigh for a moment at Kevin's request. He had accepted Kevin's deal, and now he was one of Kevin's partners.
He would gain a lot of useful things in return, and that temptation was enough for him to ignore the Big Clan's hatred, at least for now.
"Here, take it! I don't even need it. These symptoms don't affect me. But I don't have many left, since I was just a regular prisoner back there." Tyrone retrieved the capsules from his storage system and handed them to Elder Butler.
Kevin gave a slight nod, instructing Elder Butler.
