Gordon stood in front of the mirror, raising his hand to touch his ugly face. His mind was filled with images of Belle holding a knife, cutting his face one by one.

When he was first brought into the underground maze, Belle used all sorts of methods to torment him, starting with various punishments and then even taking away his appearance, and even...

Thinking of this, Gordon's hand trembled and slowly fell to his abdomen, only to feel emptiness.

Immediately, his dark eyes were filled with a deep-seated resentment that sought to destroy Everyone.

He clenched his fist and struck the glass with a heavy blow.

Instantly, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the glass wall.

His pupils were filled with angry bloodshot veins, his fierce face exuding hatred, making him appear like a vengeful ghost from hell.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

At that moment, a knocking sound from outside pulled Gordon back from the world of hatred.

He turned on the faucet and cleaned the blood stains from his hands before leaving the bathroom. The clothes brought by Lance not only covered his body but also a mask that could hide the ugly marks on his face. As he went to open the door, he ran into Bradley standing at the entrance, immediately concealing his emotions and welcoming him in. Bradley glanced at Gordon, asking, "Are you comfortable living here?" Gordon nodded, "It's okay." Bradley nodded as well, getting straight to the point, "Tell me, what happened back then? Why were you imprisoned in the underground maze?" Bradley knew about Gordon's background, having inquired about it from Spirit Pavilion's former master, White, during the investigation of the underground maze. He knew about the grievances between him and Belle. However, what Bradley wanted to know the most were the experiences Gordon had over the years. As Gordon talked about it, his gaze became dark again, even clenching his fists, "The fact that I've ended up like this is all because of that venomous woman, Belle... " Gordon recounted all his experiences to Bradley, and as he finished, he slammed his fist on the table, "Not only did she ruin my appearance, but she also completely severed the Qin family's bloodline."

Gordon's eyes were filled with a murderous intent that could destroy the heavens and the earth. If Belle were right in front of him, he would definitely tear her apart and make her taste the pain she had endured over the years.

Bradley furrowed his brows deeply. Although he had anticipated it, he was still taken aback when he learned that Belle was so ruthless.

How much hatred must one have to kill a former lover?

His gaze briefly swept over Gordon's face. Although most of it was covered by a mask, it couldn't hide the countless scars on his neck.

In the dim light of the maze, it was hard to see clearly before, but now in the bright light, his face looked terrifying like tree bark.

"Juliet, are you with him?"

Gordon's eyes darkened at the question. "Yes, she was saved by me after being attacked by a vampire bat, and we have been together since then."

"Did Freya tell you about Juliet's background?" Bradley asked calmly.

"Yes," Gordon replied. Remorse filled him deeply as he thought about being deceived by Juliet, transferring his hatred onto his own Yara. If it weren't for Freya revealing Juliet's true identity in time, he would have regretted it too late.

"Juliet and Ella's grudges run deep, I will have someone take her away, and deal with it on our own after Ella wakes up. The incident in Xavier happened in the first place because of the enmity between Ella and Juliet, almost causing an irreversible disaster. Now that Juliet is not dead, he has no right to dictate the life and death of the other party, only hoping that Ella can safely pass through this disaster, personally coming to put an end to this grudge. When mentioning Ella, Gordon's face immediately tensed up, 'Rest assured, Ella has been taken away by Belle, we must find her as soon as possible.' 'No need,' Bradley sighed, 'just as you and Freya left under the crack, Ella, who was seriously injured, has been urgently sent out for treatment by me.' 'What did you say?' Gordon was shocked, stood up from the sofa, his face turning extremely unpleasant. ... At the same time. Headquarters medical room."

During the rescue process, several accidents occurred continuously, causing Hawke to be in a panic while dealing with the sudden situations. However, his efforts alone were still insufficient to counter the uncontrollable external factors. With Xavier roaring and banging outside, it greatly stimulated his eardrums. In the end, he broke down emotionally, temporarily halting the rescue and signaling the nurse to open the door for Xavier to enter. Since he was so eager to see her, fine, he would show his true courage as a man and personally save his woman's life. "Ella..." Xavier stumbled in, almost collapsing when he saw the woman lying on the operating table. No! Didn't Bradley promise to protect Ella? Why did she end up like this? "She's seriously injured and needs surgery as soon as possible. I don't have much clinical experience in heart surgery, so I want you to perform this surgery personally. Can you do it?"

Hawke knew that saying this was a challenge, considering Xavier's body could not withstand high-intensity labor. But the person lying on the bed now was the beloved woman of Xavier. Hawke understood better than anyone else that if he didn't perform the surgery himself and made Xavier wait outside, it would torture his heart. Therefore, he decided to take this gamble and let Xavier operate on himself. "What are you still standing there for? Prepare for the surgery!" Xavier clenched his fist, his eyes bursting with bloodshot, his voice hoarse and frightening. How could he watch the woman he wanted to protect with his life die? If he had to choose between her and himself, he would still choose to sacrifice himself! Soon, Hawke had the nurse prepare for the surgery. After Xavier put on his surgical gown, he personally led the surgery. Due to his weak body, Hawke arranged for two assistant doctors to stand on both sides to prevent him from collapsing from physical exhaustion, while Hawke assisted from the side. The entire operating room was extremely tense.

Xavier raised his spirits to the fullest, his heart filled with the determination to keep Ella alive, even if his own body felt like it was falling apart.

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his face, his complexion as pale as paper, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Hawke held a handkerchief, gently wiping the sweat off him, his nerves also stretched tight.

If something went wrong with this surgery, he would definitely face an even greater challenge.

After all, there was ying person lying on the bed, and another standing by who could collapse at any moment.

Even if his medical skills were superb, he could not be in two places at once and save both of them.

In this situation, Hawke could only silently pray in his heart, hoping that heaven would not torment these two individuals any further...