Adams was tied to Veronica's bedroom bed, an iron chain fastened around his neck and secured to the bedpost. The injuries on his body had already been treated and bandaged.
After repeatedly ordering Little Seven not to hurt him, Veronica skipped off to make desserts.
The moment she left, Little Seven rushed forward and searched Adams's belongings.
A short knife, a phone, bank cards, several concealed weapons, lockpicking tools, and a bottle of first-aid medicine.
"Not from the Illuminati." Little Seven sniffed the medicine, then cut his own arm to test it. He found it was a brand-new, highly effective external wound medicine.
Its hemostatic effect was slightly worse than the Illuminati's medicine, but it was still very good.
Judging by the packaging and ingredients, the production process was not complicated. It was clearly mixed by hand.
"Quite a good formula." Little Seven considered Adams's identity. He had already asked Miss about her previous call with him.
Whether it was Adams's reactions, his words, or even his later expression, all showed that he did not actually know Veronica. He had no idea he was trying to assassinate a woman with such a terrifying background.
But the same question remained: that could not explain why he knew so much about Jones's intelligence.
"Hey! Wake up!"
Little Seven poked Adams until he finally opened his eyes.
The instant Adams woke, he was dazed for only a moment before kicking at Little Seven.
Little Seven calmly blocked it, stepped back, and smiled. "You'd better behave yourself."
Adams felt the restraint around his neck and began feeling around it while rapidly scanning his surroundings.
To Little Seven, all these actions were perfectly normal. He was observing the environment immediately while feeling the collar with his hands, running his fingers over the lock. He was