Michenton Village, underground basement.

The iron door was locked, and there were many fully armed assassins standing outside.

Quincy was tied to a chair and could not move.

“James, a-are you alright?”

Her worried face was pale as she kept checking on James.

James was bounded by ropes, and his leg was shot. Although he could control the blood flow in his body and prevent a hemorrhage, he was still bleeding a lot.

Lying on the ground, he said, “I’m alright. I’m sorry I could only save Thea.”

Between Quincy and Thea, he chose to save Thea.

Thea had a miserable life. After being burned and disfigured, she endured the ridicule of others and lived in sorrow.

He felt guilty toward Thea.

Instead of giving Thea a happy life, he got her involved in this mess.

He had no idea how long these days would last, nor did he know what would happen in the future.

“I-I don’t blame you,” Quincy replied weakly.

She took a deep breath.

“I just didn’t expect you to hide it so well. Not only ar