After a detailed examination and blood analysis by Antonio, his usually composed face bore an unusual gravity, giving Henry a sense of foreboding.Back when Jessica was hit and infected, the doctors said she'd need an amputation to survive. Antonio didn't even spare her a glance, leaving with a sarcastic remark, striding into the lab. It seemed as if there were no illnesses in the world that Miracle Doctor Antonio couldn't handle. Last year, Victor got shot 23 times, but Antonio didn't bat an eyelid. He remained calm and collected. In his field, he was a legend. There shouldn't be any illness that troubled him.Yet this time, as Truman predicted, the virus wasn't Antonio's forte. The grave expression on his face hinted at trouble. Truman patted Antonio's shoulder sympathetically, expressing his understanding."You've finally encountered a tough case. It's rare," Truman said, friendly yet sardonic. "Like when Henry's computer skills were outmatched by the Duncan and Herman duo."Antoni
At noon, five fighter jets took off from the castle, and three helicopters ascended into the sky, all heading towards Melilla. Victor, Truman, and Robin were all on board.Actually, Victor could have handled this alone. There was hardly any challenge in the world that could make the three major terrorist leaders act together. Truman was bored, and so was Robin. Besides, the Mafia couldn't cause trouble at the moment; it was a time for recuperation. They just wanted to flex their muscles.In the research lab, chaos reigned. Over a dozen virus experts were in a state of panic.Antonio's expression was even more serious. For the first time, he seemed at a loss. His usually indifferent and aloof brows were almost knitted together."Mr. Antonio, who on earth developed this virus?" asked the head of the virus expert team. "I've been in this field for nearly 40 years, and I've never seen such a ruthless virus.""The Mafia's research," Antonio said, his eyes fixed tightly on the virus molecul
Rose pointed to Herman, who seemed ghost-like.Camellia's smile faded slightly, and she innocently asked, "Darling, who bullied you? Tell wifey, wifey will beat him up for you."Herman was quite amusing. He pointed straight at Camellia and complained bitterly, "Wifey, you bully me."Everyone else, "..."Marcus suppressed a smile, not wanting to undermine Camellia's authority. The innocent Herman was clearly Camellia's nemesis. All her tricks and schemes were useless against him; he was like a child, expressing his dissatisfaction with the most direct actions. He had no concept of subtlety.Camellia chuckled softly. "Are you saying you want me to beat myself up?"Herman, reluctant, stared daggers at her and rushed over, grabbing Camellia's sleeve and whining, "Wifey, who is he? Why are you so good to him? You're seducing him!"Camellia gently patted Herman's face and smiled alluringly. "Darling, how can you accuse wifey like that? He's hundreds of miles away from me. How could I seduce
They chatted and laughed all the way to Jeddah, where the plane landed on a private airstrip.It was an expansive estate, like an oasis, with vast date palm groves and dense clusters of palm trees. In the center of the courtyard, there was an exquisite fountain pool. The elegant villa courtyard was lush with various exotic flowers and grasses. The estate had an ancient feel, exuding a heavy sense of history. Crystal lotus petal chandeliers hung in the curved corridors, adding to the beauty. The walls were covered in ivy, giving a verdant feel.The maids who greeted them were all dressed in black robes, black veils, and black sandals, the typical Arabian attire. They led them to the hall.Camellia greeted them cheerfully, earning a light laugh from them. One of them chuckled in English, "Master is going to have a headache again."Despite the scorching summer heat in Jeddah, the hall was refreshingly cool. Antonio, with his keen observation, noticed that the walls were carved from jade
"Auntie, looks like your charm ain't cutting it anymore.""Nonsense. Look at this one, still completely charmed by me." Camellia gestured towards Herman with a charming smile. Her charm worked its magic on Herman.Grabbing Camellia's hand, Herman asked, "Wifey, didn't you say he's not as good-looking as me? Didn't you dump him a long time ago? Why are you getting close to him? You're lying to me.""As friends, it's been so long since we've seen each other. It's normal for me to miss him. Hugging is just basic courtesy, understand?" Camellia replied smoothly.Shaking his head, Herman pointed at Rose. "She didn't go hug him."Antonio and Henry suppressed a smile, while Rose gave a cold snort.Camellia played along, "Look at Rose, as cold as ice, who has she ever hugged? You'd have to be suicidal to let her hug you. How can you compare your wife to Rose?""Wifey, just stay like Rose. No need to be too friendly. I don't like it," Herman said gloomily, his mood dampened and his vibrant pur
Edward nodded, a hint of pain crossing his cold gaze, almost too quick to catch. "My grandfather developed NV-1966 when he was young. At the time, my grandmother had liver cancer, and my grandfather was researching cell viruses to treat it. He locked himself in the lab, and nobody knew about it, because he knew the dangers of unleashing such a virus. However, an apprentice stole it and it fell into the hands of criminals, causing tens of thousands of deaths in the entire town of Siberia. He regretted it deeply. He dedicated his life to researching a cure for the 1966 virus, and only in his later years did he succeed. However, when we moved, some documents were left behind, and a few pages of the cure's records were missing. I have to take some time to fill in the gaps. Though the principles are the same, this particular strain is more complex. At the moment, I only have a rough idea, and I need to confirm it before testing it on you."Mr. Marcus looked at Edward, smiling calmly and fr
Edward remained calm, not even raising an eyebrow. "Ridiculous."Herman innocently looked at Camellia, fearing her anger, and hurriedly waved his hand, "Honey, please don't be mad. Trust me, I love you the most and would never look elsewhere."Rose awkwardly looked away, her shoulders shaking as if trying to contain a burst of laughter. Miss Jessica calmly grabbed the tablecloth, nearly bursting into laughter, and Mr. Marcus's eyes twitched, wanting to laugh but feeling it was not proper. After all, Edward was the host, and they were guests.Henry choked on his coconut milk, spraying it in a new direction and coughing continuously."Ha ha..." In the eerie silence, only Antonio burst out laughing. He was usually carefree and indifferent, so this display of mirth was quite unexpected.Edward's eyebrow quirked in a slow, deliberate motion as his sharp gaze passed over Antonio. He then casually sipped his coffee.Herman, still oblivious to the consequences of his actions, innocently looke
Edward smiled, "I'm certain you can't bear to kill him.""Joke's on you, there's no one I can't kill," Camellia retorted with a smile."I'm certain," Edward said in a serious tone, touching his chest as he continued, "Camellia, you take what you want, you destroy what you don't. I advise you that pride comes before a fall.""Don't beat around the bush, you're not any better," Camellia waved her hand dismissively, "You're just like us—me, you, Rose, Antonio. We're all cut from the same cloth. Take Herman, for example, he was just like us too."Edward just looked at her, not saying a word, his blue eyes piercing with a hint of intimidation, leaving Camellia feeling a bit restless, "You really have no idea when he might go back to the way he was before?""I don't know, such people are rare, there's no precedent to follow. Even if I've encountered them before, their situations are incomparable to Herman's," Edward spoke honestly."Is there a way to make him always stay as simpleton?" Came