Chapter 42
Han listened closely to Dr. Matzo, the grim reality settling deep in his bones. This information confirmed one terrifying truth—
the strange dark-green liquid was being distributed globally. It wasn't a localized issue anymore; the threat could be anywhere,
and anyone could be planning to use it at any moment.
His face returned to a calm mask. Frustration wouldn't solve this—action would. Without a word, he vanished from the lab.
Dr. Matzo sighed, shaking his head. "He's agitated," he muttered to himself. "Didn't even let me tell him the good news about his aunt..."
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Tryst Guild Headquarters
Nearly 400 guild members stood in formation, all wearing the white and blue uniforms of the Tryst Guild. At the front, Han stood tall and silent.
"What do you think the Guild Master's called us for?" one young member whispered.
"I don't know," his partner replied. "The young master rarely gives us missions directly. Whatever it is, we better do it right."
