It felt as if something had been lost from within the body.
But.
At the same time, something else seemed to surge in crazily.
Invisible to the eye, a rich and pure energy filled Arthur Lindsey, circling around him endlessly...
...
"Uncle, Arthur won't wake up today. He will definitely wake up tomorrow," Keenan Mitchell's childish yet arrogant voice came from outside.
Upon hearing this.
The man on the bed immediately lay still, naturally closing his eyes.
Footsteps approached quickly.
Pointing at him, Keenan boasted with satisfaction, "Uncle, as you can see, I am well aware of the dosage I've administered. He won't wake up until at least tomorrow afternoon."
The man he always called uncle seemed to be on guard, scrutinizing Arthur several times.
Eventually finding nothing amiss.
He cautioned, "Henry, we can't afford to be careless. Arthur Lindsey is no ordinary man. If we can control him, we will surely be the ultimate winners!"