A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Then the two men became entangled in a heap. As the men were both familiar with the other’s tendencies in a fight, neither was able to break the deadlock. Jordan could only stand by in distress. “Why have you started fighting? Stop it!” But neither Vinson nor Carter were listening.

It was Carter who realized that he had a helper in Jordan, and called out while he grappled with Vinson, “Go, Jordan! Pull out the needles!” “I…” Jordan was in a dilemma. “Get on with it!” Carter cried. Jordan bit down and made a dash for the man’s bed. Vinson’s attempt to intercept was forced back by Carter’s aggressive advances. He recovered after dodging only see that Jordan had already reached his target.

his breath before he reached for the charged copper-plated needles. At this instant, a white silhouette drifted past and wrapped itself around Jordan’s waist, dragging him away. A startled Jordan turned around

doing, Dr. Jankowitsch!” The doctor continued to hang on. “I believe that this acupuncture therapy can work, Mr. Morgan. Please trust me

but it could kill if placed in the head!” “I… can’t…” Klaus wavered. Just then, the man on the bed jolted awake. “Ahem! Ahem…” When everyone froze and turned toward the bed, the dazed man’s deep blue eyes flickered and he asked in Ustranasion, “Where am I?” His voice was clear and his eyes lively; a radical departure

himself onto the side of the bed. “How are you feeling, sir?” The man replied with some difficulty, “I feel… sore all over. Where