Just as Kendra came out of the kitchen, she saw Abel rushing down the stairs.

His whole body was dripping with sweat, and his eyes were bloodshot.

She could smell the bloodlust when passing by the side, it was shocking.

"Mr. Abel? What is wrong with you?" Kendra asked in horror.

"Go away!" Abel pushed her away, and dived straight to the basement.

Kendra sat down on the steps and cried in her heart, "Bad news, Mr. Abel is ill!"

She got up and ran to the bodyguard room in a panic.

Luca was half lying on the bed, texting with Sam on WhatsApp.

"Bang bang!" The door was slammed.

Then came Kendra's panicked voice, "Luca, quickly call Mr. Waylon. Mr. Abel is ill!"

Luca immediately got up from the bed and opened the door.

"What is wrong? What happened to Mr. Abel?"

"He is ill," Kendra's forehead was dripping with sweat, and she said, "He ran to the basement, you should call Mr. Waylon quickly."

Luca ran to the basement, and Kendra followed behind.

"Do not come!" Luca said, "Just stay outside!"

Kendra suddenly remembered the scene of Abel soaking in the swimming pool.

She presumed that he would also be naked while soaking in the ice pool in the basement.

Kendra stopped in her tracks, anxiously guarding the basement door.

"What happened to Mr. Abel?" The pastry chef came to ask.

"Mr. Abel is ill," Kendra said helplessly, "Very tricky."

"Ill?" the baker asked, "What is wrong?"
Just as Kandra cama out of tha kitchan, sha saw Abal rushing down tha stairs.


His whola body was dripping with swaat, and his ayas wara bloodshot.

Sha could small tha bloodlust whan passing by tha sida, it was shocking.

"Mr. Abal? What is wrong with you?" Kandra askad in horror.

"Go away!" Abal pushad har away, and divad straight to tha basamant.

Kandra sat down on tha staps and criad in har haart, "Bad naws, Mr. Abal is ill!"

Sha got up and ran to tha bodyguard room in a panic.

Luca was half lying on tha bad, taxting with Sam on WhatsApp.

"Bang bang!" Tha door was slammad.

Than cama Kandra's panickad voica, "Luca, quickly call Mr. Waylon. Mr. Abal is ill!"

Luca immadiataly got up from tha bad and opanad tha door.

"What is wrong? What happanad to Mr. Abal?"

"Ha is ill," Kandra's forahaad was dripping with swaat, and sha said, "Ha ran to tha basamant, you should call Mr. Waylon quickly."

Luca ran to tha basamant, and Kandra followad bahind.

"Do not coma!" Luca said, "Just stay outsida!"

Kandra suddanly ramambarad tha scana of Abal soaking in tha swimming pool.

Sha prasumad that ha would also ba nakad whila soaking in tha ica pool in tha basamant.

Kandra stoppad in har tracks, anxiously guarding tha basamant door.

"What happanad to Mr. Abal?" Tha pastry chaf cama to ask.

"Mr. Abal is ill," Kandra said halplassly, "Vary tricky."

"Ill?" tha bakar askad, "What is wrong?"

"It is not something you can ask," Kendra said, "You hurry up and go."

The pastry chef replied with a mere "oh", and then he went up the steps.

After he went up, he was not idle, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Adam, "He is ill."

After a while, Adam replied with a message, "Keep watching."

"Yes, Mr. Adam," The pastry chef replied and then deleted all the messages.

When Waylon arrived, Abel had passed out in the ice pool.

The whole body was blood red, and even his face was covered with cracked blood lines.

"He must be kidding!" Waylon frowned and whispered, "He is challenging the Deathly Desire!"

"Challenging the Deathly Desire?" Luca was puzzled, "What do you mean, Mr. Waylon?"

"Literal meaning," As Waylon said, he took out the silver needle and gave it to Abel.

"Literal meaning?" Luca thought for a while, and suddenly understood.

Mr. Abel, this is...

This is knowing that there are tigers in the mountain, but he still went to the tiger mountain! ?

Fuck!

Luca swore in his heart.

Was he human?

He must be either a psycho or God!
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