Chapter 550 Why Would I Take His Name?

Lucian lay motionless in the ICU. Safe for the occasional soft beep from the machines, it was deathly quiet. It was as if his mind remained trapped in that dilapidated residential building.

When he threw that lighter, there was no absolute certainty whether he'd live or die. But, he knew it was his only chance at survival.

Manufacturing self-made explosives, hostage-taking, and illegal fundraising—each count was enough to keep Kyros in prison for several years.

There were also the deaths of Jean Jacquez and his bodyguards to consider. Though he hadn't directly caused their deaths, there was no chance of him washing his hands clean of his involvement.

Kyros wanted Lucian to join him in death. But the longer it dragged on, the less favorable his circumstances became.

They were on the third floor and the self-built home stood a little over 30 feet. Falling from that height wouldn't kill him unless he were incredibly unlucky.

However, there were protective railings around the house