Marlo's brother was dragged up from behind.
Looking at his unconscious brother, Marlo struggled to stand and rushed over. The effects of the drugs were still in place, the pain came quickly and left quickly, and his nosebleed had also stopped, but he knew it came at a cost.
"Thud."
A punch.
He was hit in the abdomen again by the big man from before.
"Gag."
His stomach churned.
Marlo's face twisted in pain.
"Don't worry, I'll give it to you," Dr. Jars signaled to his subordinate, who took out another similar syringe and injected Marlo's brother, plunging Marlo into desperation.
This.
Was this the rhythm of sending them both to Hell?
After the injection of the drugs.
Marlo's brother's body jerked a few times, and after about ten seconds, he opened his eyes. After seeing his surroundings, he broke free from the man holding him and rushed to Marlo, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
"You…" Looking at the dense blood vessels at the corner of his brother's eyes.
He knew.
