Surrey was shocked.
He looked at Adrian Davies, full of panic, and spoke hurriedly, "Director Davies, this antidote might not work. If I die, who will continue to develop the antidote for Miss Parker?"
"Hmph!" Adrian Davies sneered coldly, "If you don't want to die, you must develop the real antidote before the poison kills you! If you can't, what's the use of you staying alive?"
As he spoke, Adrian Davies handed the poison to Locke, commanding coldly, "Feed him this poison!"
"Yes!" Locke responded, moving closer with a chilling demeanor.
He held a knife sharp enough to cut through iron effortlessly, speaking coldly, "Will you eat it yourself, or do you want me to cut some flesh off you first, then feed it to you?"
Surrey nearly cried.
How did he get mixed up with this group of fiends!
He shouldn't have dreamed of getting rich.
Without waiting for Surrey's response, Locke decisively raised the knife in his hand and aimed towards Surrey's abdomen...
