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Chapter 1113: Donor consent form

Chapter 1113: Donor consent form

[One week later.]

Alfred sat in the corner of the small solitary confinement when the small window on the metal open slid open. He glanced up, only to see a pair of silver eyes looking through it. Although he could barely see the man’s eyes and a bit of the bridge of his nose and brows, he instantly recognized the man.

"Bernard," he called in a low and cold growl. "Did you come here to finish the job?"

"I’m checking if you’re still alive, boy," Bear remarked. "I’m surprised you still haven’t crushed your skull against the wall. That is the only way you can harm yourself in this solitary space."

Alfred snickered, looking away from the door. His jaw tightened as his eyes blazed with fire. Ever since he woke up in this very small space with nothing but himself, he never forgot about this old man. After all, Bear was the reason he was in here. He had never forgotten how he regretted letting this old folk taunt him into fighting him with brute strength.

Although Bear advised him to not drop his weapon, Alfred took it as an insult and challenge. After all, he had been confident in his strength. No one had ever won against him in that category. Hence, losing to an old man was more painful than a kick in the gut or a punch in the face.

"I’m going to kill you once I get the chance," Alfred grumbled, burrowing a hole in the wall with his gaze. "We’ll settle scores then."

"Hearing that you still believe you can get out of here, I’m at ease that you’re still in the right state of mind."

Alfred scorned, gazing at the door with ridicule. "It’s not over yet."

"It is."

"You don’t know Dimitri. Even if you arrested him, he’ll find ways to —"

"Dimitri is dead."

Alfred froze as his eyes slowly went wide.

"He died last night. From what I heard, he was poisoned by an unknown officer who managed to sneak into this highly secured place," Bear announced in one go. "I guess it’s a good thing you’re in here. He could have..."

Bear trailed off as he watched the man inside rushed to the door and slammed it. "... snuck in here and killed you too."

"He’s not dead," Alfred hissed through his gritted teeth, clasping the bars in the small window on the door. "Don’t screw with me, old man. Dimitri is not dead. He can’t be dead!"

"Sadly, Dimitri is not an immortal, neither was he a god, just as you believed." Unfazed by the growing tension from the inside, Bear’s tone remained calm and collected. "He put up a fight during that night, but the injuries he inflicted were severe. He could’ve lived longer if only he didn’t go hysterical every time he regained consciousness."

Bear paused and pondered. "But then again, even if he was alive, he wouldn’t want to live."

"What?" Alfred blurted out under his breath. "What did you do to him?"

"He had an infection. I didn’t know fighting in the mud and having open wounds can be deadly." Bear shrugged. "So, his attending decided to put him in surgery. They had to amputate both of his legs to keep him alive. But well, an amputated legs and a missing eye is quite depressing —"

The rest of Bear’s remarks weren’t heard as Alfred shook the metal bars while screaming.

"Get in here!" he tried to slip his hand through the tiny metal bars, but only his four fingers could slip in. Hence, he grabbed the metal bars again and shook them. "You cut off his legs?! Hah! I’ll kill all of you! I’ll break you joint by joint!"

Alfred barked angrily, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. Bear, on the other hand, took a step back and stared at the hysterical man.

"You truly are someone who thinks with his muscles. It’s amusing how you can easily pitch a hissy fit," said Bear, knowing full well it would only make the other man angrier. "I’m joking. Dimitri is alive."

Alfred froze with wide eyes, in disbelief at this old man. He watched Bear raise an arm, showing him a plain takeout food container.

"From where I come from, we believe laughter is the best medicine. But peach cobbler also does the trick," Bear humored. "I already got the laughter, so here’s a peach cobbler for you. I do not want to overdose."

"You sick old bastard!" Alfred roared, shaking the bars even more aggressively now. "Are you screwing with me again?!"

"No. Dimitri is still alive," Bear asserted. "But I was serious about the legs. My employer isn’t so kind as to forgive him. It’s still nice of him to let the professional handle it instead of doing it himself."

Bear shrugged. "He hasn’t been in the mood lately."

"Anyway, I’ll leave this peach cobbler in here," Bear placed the food down. "The officer will hand it to you once it’s time to eat."

"Hey!!" Alfred screamed. "Hey!"

After putting down the food, Bear reached for the panel. "Also, there’s a document in it. I need you to sign it," he added. "It’s a donor consent form. I just thought you might want to donate your organs in case something bad happens to you. For instance, a sudden death. Dimitri also signed the same form... I think. We’ll put a high price on it, so do not worry."

"You fucker!"

Bear smirked and then pulled up the panel, closing the window to muffle the screams from the inside. He could still hear Alfred screaming, but it was faint. Bear let out a sigh and shrugged, walking away while fishing his phone out.

"He’s fine, still thick as a block of ice, he can throw himself on the ground and still miss," said Bear as soon as the call connected. "I don’t think he met with someone."

"Yes," he continued. "I’m headed there now."

*******

In the prison infirmary...

"Ugh..." Dane let out a weak grunt as deep lines appeared between his brows. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting them as the light in the room hurt his eyes.

"Ugh..." he moved his head, blinking weakly until his vision cleared up. He raised his hand, only to see some IVs injected into the back of his hand. A deep exhale slipped past his nostrils.

Dane closed his eyes once again as he took another deep breath. After a moment, he reopened his eyes again and realized he wasn’t having the usual headaches anymore. He looked around the room, but no one was with him.

"Damn it," he breathed out, propping his elbow against the mattress. "Did they think they can keep me locked up here?"

Now that he wasn’t in any more pain, Dane was determined to find his way out. It didn’t matter if he had to kill his attending physician or take him as a hostage. He would never stay here longer than he already did.

Dane took off his IVs and kept pushing himself with his elbow. In no time, he was able to sit up with great difficulty. He looked around once more, thinking of ways how to get out of here. But before anything else, he noticed that he wasn’t cuffed anymore. Probably, they lowered their guards.

"This pole..." he whispered, smirking as an idea crossed his mind. Dane clasped the sheet over his leg, about to fling his legs out of the bed when he saw what was underneath the sheet.

He froze, staring at his leg, and the bandages wrapped around the end of it. Everything under his knee was missing. He reached his hand toward his leg, his expression blank.

"Where are my feet?" he blurted out before realization slowly dawned on him. "Dominic Zhu..!"

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