Bredan remained calm as he picked up the syringe from the ground. Emily instinctively lunged toward Brendan, trying to snatch it away, but Brendan quickly evaded.

"There probably isn't anything good in here. Injecting this into you wouldn't be pleasant," he remarked casually.

"Ryker will contact me! This drug, once injected, turns people into idiots. If I become like that, do you think you can escape?" Emily threatened, an intuitive response to suppress her fear.

Brendan dismissed Emily's threat with indifference. He simply wasn't interested in such a trick. If Emily were to become a fool, how could he make her suffer?

He tossed the syringe into the trash can.

"Rest assured. I won't use such cruel tricks on you. Injecting this substance is far less intriguing than other means," he promised.

When he discarded the syringe, Emily initially breathed a sigh of relief, but her face turned wary the moment she heard his words.

"W-What do you mean?"

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