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."

gaze lifted slightly, "The poison I bestowed upon you, I named it 'Mandragora.' It will hijack your nerves. Should suicidal thoughts

she continued, "It will tear at you, two hours each day, gnawing at your

Flynn's pupils dilated.

she was the Specter Healer, he

but not the dread of

die. Cross those I care for, and you'll beg for death. White Tiger, if fate grants a next time, strike me first-you might find a

and steady, bathed

vow never to provoke those dear to Vivienne; a life of

raced at her words, overwhelmed by the depth of her

had given her all to him; he resolved to be

Flynn, Vivienne rose and

took her hand, signaling the waiting Vanguard Agency operatives with his free hand. They

lips pressed tightly, one last attempt

the Ellington heir

sons, one after another, vied for

Ellington family was the wealthiest in Rivenwood, sure, but

true powers were the ancient

captain of the Vanguard Agency, now the Deputy Director,

abused his power for his own benefit. Basically, the

not fathom why

glanced at his father. "You

he was escorted

sighed, resigned. Old age was upon

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