Alaric Wood gave her a gentle smile, a hint of mischief inadvertently flashing in his eyes, "I prepared this especially for you. You must be used to having servants at home. They're all my captives, very obedient, you don't need to worry about them."
Aurelia Shaw looked at Alaric Wood, "I thought you would despise such methods."
Back then, both she and Alaric Wood were captured by the Mafia.
They knew well the hardships they endured inside.
She thought Alaric Wood would abhor this.
Unexpectedly, he raised these people as if they were slaves.
Alaric Wood smiled slightly, his expression unperturbed, "This world is controlled by the strong. It's because they are too weak that they face this. Once they become strong, they won't be imprisoned by me as slaves."
Aurelia Shaw frowned.
She didn't really agree with this method, yet she recalled Alaric Wood's approach to live test subjects in the laboratory.
Brutal, bloody, cold-blooded.
