Mr. Lee, a severe patient who was "closer to the Moon" on the sickbed, had long since caught the scent of Moonfolk skin on the two of them.
He desperately suppressed the desire and excitement in his Inner Heart,
as well as his yearning for freedom,
doing his best to maintain the dignity and oppressive presence befitting the clinic's master.
"Hand over all the Moonfolk skin you collected. As long as I confirm there's no problem with the goods, I'll instruct the nurses to inject you with a sufficient dose of plague serum."
Yi Chen first performed a standard gentleman's bow,
then began removing his coat and vest in front of Mr. Lee, Doctor, and the nurses, undoing the buttons of his shirt.
Edmund did exactly the same beside him.
When their upper bodies, covered in Moonfolk skin, were fully exposed, they were also mixed with a strong fuel odor... from the kerosene-lamp fuel they had prepared beforehand.
Yi Chen said with a smile:
"Mr. Lee, you're no longer a 'gentleman,' so I have my doubts about your honest character.
I demand that you inject us with the antidote first. Once the Pathogen has been completely eliminated, we'll naturally keep our promise and hand over all the Moonfolk skin.
"Of course,
if there are any problems,
we don't mind burning our bodies directly and destroying the last remaining Moonfolk skin in Vinal City... Burning ourselves to death is still better than willingly sinking into depravity."
The sarcasm in Yi Chen's words was overwhelming. Mr. Lee's face twitched as he listened, but he could only suppress his anger.
That was right.
He did not dare lose his temper.
If the last remaining Moonfolk skin were destroyed, he might be trapped here for all eternity.
"...I accept your terms."
With Mr. Lee's