Crashing his phone to the ground, Flynn unleashed a fury of stomps upon the shattered device.

"I lost. Take me in." Flynn's voice dripped with laziness as he raised his hands in mock surrender, tilting his head to catch Percival's gaze.

But then, with a swift bite, he crushed the cyanide hidden in his molar.

He had always known this day would come.

Even in death, he would not be cuffed by the likes of Percival!

Blood spilled from his mouth as he knelt, the light fading behind his designer spectacles, "Percival, you'll never unearth the kingpin behind GTO."

His laughter echoed through the dark alley, a spectral sound that chilled to the bone.

Yet, the agony he anticipated never arrived.

F-Poison had given him this poison, and it was a lethal concoction, sure death on contact. How was he still alive?

Lifting his head, Flynn locked eyes with Vivienne, whose expression was akin to someone watching a fool. It all clicked.

She, the Specter Healer, was behind this.

Vivienne towered over him, her aura that of a queen, "Wish to die?"

Flynn glared back, bitter. "There's no grudge between us. My death serves you no ill!"

Her smile bloomed, radiant and short-lived, replaced by a chilling murderous intent. "Your death means nothing to me. But you dared cross Mr. Wolf. For that, I would have relished your end. However..." Her smile returned as she said, "Since you so desire death, I won't oblige you."

His eyes narrowed, venomous. "There are a thousand ways to die if I wish it."

piercing gaze lifted slightly, "The poison I bestowed upon you, I named it 'Mandragora.' It

hours each day, gnawing at your insides while leaving

Flynn's pupils dilated.

knowing she was the Specter Healer, he believed. Vivienne had the

the dread of

her voice a cold, clear chime. "Cross me, you die. Cross those I care for,

bathed in sunlight, highlighted her majestic

made a silent vow never to provoke those dear to Vivienne; a

heart raced at her words, overwhelmed by

him; he resolved to

Vivienne rose and walked over to

waiting Vanguard Agency operatives with his free hand. They

tightly, one last attempt for understanding,

being the Ellington heir so

one after another, vied for

wealthiest in Rivenwood, sure, but not

powers were the ancient warrior

sway. Percival's integrity as the captain of the Vanguard Agency, now the

had never abused his power for his own benefit. Basically, the Ellington

could not fathom why his sons fought so

Flynn glanced at his father. "You needn't

that, he

resigned. Old age was

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