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    “For the security of this ship,” Q exined, “releasing Tiffany now would mean she might disclose everything about our operations here,promising my safety. Therefore, she must stay.”


    Marissa’s hands balled into tight fists, her knuckles popping audibly as she tensed up.


    Q nced at Marissa, his eyes flickering with a hint of worry. He rushed to reassure her. “But don’t worry. Even though she can’t leave, I promise she’s in good hands. You can see her whenever you want on my ship.”


    Just moments before, Marissa had been dangerously close to letting her anger explode into a violent punch aimed at Q’s head. But she managed topose herself swiftly.


    Now, with both herself and Tiffany stuck on Q’s ship in the middle of the vast ocean, Marissa knew starting a conflict wouldn’t be smart—not without seeing Tiffany first and assessing her condition. She would have to hold off on any action until she could meet with Tiffany.


    Taking a deep, steadying breath, Marissa rxed her clenched hands. “I want to see Tiffany,” she insisted.


    “Fine,” Q responded calmly. “I’ll take you to her myself.”


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    Leading the way, Q headed out. Marissa cast onest look at Lily’s still form in the coffin before she hurried after Q. The room, lined with countless bodies, resembled a vast necropolis, and Marissa felt an overwhelming urge to escape its oppressive aura.


    After walking out of the morbid chamber, they navigated abyrinth of corridors, ascended and descended numerous staircases, and finally entered a dank, gloomy hallway.


    nking the hallway were iron cages, each imprisoning individuals with grotesque deformities. No two prisoners bore any resemnce to one another. Some mirrored the creature that Lawrence and Lindsay had once recounted in their tales. Some of these unfortunate souls sat in corners, their eyes empty, seemingly devoid of sanity.


    Others exhibited more hostility, hurling themselves at the bars at the sight of Marissa and Q. They wed at the metal, their desperate cries for freedom resounding through the air. “Let me out! Let me out!”


    Their efforts sent a cacophony of metal shing through the hallway, a noise that reverberated painfully in Marissa’s ears. Following Q, Marissa eyed the tormented figures in the cages. It didn’t take much to deduce that these were once ordinary individuals, now transformed into monstrous beings by the viruses Q had injected into them.


    With each step, Marissa’s anger surged, her heart constricting and her breaths turning shallow. The thought of Tiffany confined in such a forsaken, tumultuous ce filled her with a fierce desire to confront Q violently.


    Upon reaching the fifth cage, Marissa gritted her teeth and demanded, “Q, is this where you’ve been imprisoning Tiffany?”


    Q stopped in his tracks


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