Chapter 1836

Within minutes, Melon understood what he had done wrong, his frustration forgotten as he began again.
Satisfied, Moss allowed himself to relax.
He walked over to the small bar in the corner of the lab, pouring some tequila into a glass.
The liquid burned as it slid down his throat, but his face remained stoic.
That was when something outside the window caught his eye.
He spotted a boat pulling up to the shore.
Two figures staggered off, clearly injured.
Moss squinted, his mind racing as he recognized the men-Zaydens henchmen, the same ones who had left for the deal.
The two henchmens patterned shirts were smeared with large bloodstains.
They walked with difficulty as they left the boat, clearly suffering from serious injuries. One of them collapsed into unconsciousness as soon as he _ stepped off the boat.
Several patrolling bodyguards in similar shirts quickly noticed that and approached him.
The other man struggled to remain upright, holding his chest with one hand and gesturing towards the main building with the other, murmuring something to the bodyguards.
Promptly, the bodyguards scattered, racing towards the main building with their firearms ready.
That building was exactly where Moss and Melon were.
Moss, who had been observing the scene through the window, instantly scowled when he saw the man pointing at their building.
A strong premonition struck him, and he seemed to understand the groups intentions for the main building.
He set down his wine glass, turned, and pulled out a hidden storage bag from the bottom drawer of a cabinet.
Now was the perfect time to use it.
Moss hurriedly gathered critical experimental materials from the workbench, creating quite a commotion, which startled Melon.
Moss, didnt you tell me we should avoid loud noises during experiments? Melon said.
Melon stood still, gazing at Moss with wide eyes, completely puzzled by Moss sudden frantic behavior.
In that instant, Moss swiftly collected all the mini fire bombs from the table.
Seeing Melon still frozen in confusion, Moss grabbed a tiger-patterned woolen hat and placed it over Melons head.
The hat slipped over Melons eyes, and he quickly adjusted it.
At that moment, he felt himself being lifted as Moss scooped him up in one arm.
Moss, whats happening? Melon asked, bewildered.
Moments earlier, Moss had been leisurely sipping his drink by the window, but now, he was scurrying around in a frenzy.
With the storage bag slung over his shoulder, Moss used his free hand to cover Melons mouth firmly.
Be quiet. If you want to stay alive, keep silent, he whispered urgently.
Moss face showed an unusual level of panic and distress.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Melon nodded obediently and clung tightly to Moss neck.
Seeing Melon fall silent, Moss slowly removed his hand, his expression easing a bit.
He then fled with Melon in his arms.
Shortly thereafter, the bodyguards in patterned shirts began to ascend the stairs methodically, each clutching a gun.
The lead bodyguard kicked the door of the lab open, and the others burst in with weapons drawn, searching for Moss and Melon.
But they found the lab empty.
The bodyguards were baffled.
The lead bodyguard quickly barked orders to search the room thoroughly.