Chapter: 1937

Those words managed to pierce the fog in Jonathan's bloodshot eyes.

Bloodied and defiant, Ryan burst into laughter, "Antidote? You want the antidote? Ha! Even if I tell you where it is now, you'll never reach it. It's on the top floor of this building. But only I can access it! It's full of traps; anyone who tries will meet their end! Jonathan, you care so much for Bethany, you'll surely try, right? I want to see fate tear you apart! Ha-ha!"

As Ryan finished his tirade, he deftly produced a remote-like device from his pocket.

Without a second thought, he slammed his thumb onto the button.

"You tricked me, so now none of you will see that antidote. Jonathan, Bethany, one of you must follow me to the grave!" His voice dripped with venom as his eyes darted between them.