Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Chapter 1186

Island's

Edge.

The air was thick with toxic fog, completely impenetrable. Crimson and her crew were left with no choice but to stop in their tracks.

The Empire Base folks had shown up about fifteen minutes earlier, only to find themselves just as stuck, unable to move forward.

The Medical Division was working frantically to figure out a way through the poisonous mist, but it was like trying to catch smoke with bare hands.

Crimson, armed with her S-tier protective suit, dared to step into the fog, only to watch in horror as the suit began to dissolve. Luckily, Kruz yanked her back just in time, saving her skin from a nasty fate. "Stay back, all of you!" Jules shouted, his face dead serious. "This is Grade-A DENTEN fog. It could turn your bones to dust!"

"Jules, do you have any tricks up your sleeve?" Crimson was on the verge of panic.

Jules pulled out a small box. "I can whip up an antidote, but it'll take an hour." An hour could be the difference between saving Flora or losing her forever! Crimson's chest tightened with worry, knowing waiting was their only option. Just as their anxiety hit a fever pitch, a silhouette emerged from the fog...

...

Outside the Lab.

A young man was attempting to break into the lab, which was locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Without triggering its secret mechanisms, entry was impossible, and Eula wasn't one to share those secrets lightly. "Boss, we've got trouble! A whole lot of folks are heading our way!" Alex burst onto the scene, breathless. "Forget about Flora for now; we've got to deal with them!"

external threat,

forces suddenly descending on them? Could it be

eyes narrowed, and after a moment's thought, he said, "Take some men and check it out. If they're

"Boss!"

floored. Letting strangers in

young master snapped, his patience

I can't go along with this," Alex said, jaw tight. "Letting outsiders in is a no-go.

would mean risking their

edge, glared fiercely and aimed his

in, or face the

leaving a man dead on the

me? I'm

over the group, though their reluctance

midst of this tension, a hand landed on

matters now

low but firm, "I've sent people to handle the

staring at a familiar yet strangely altered face, and growled,

was it. Connor had been in disguise, staying

we get in?" Connor asked, his tone

master, despite

Connor was unworthy