It was supposed to be like this, but evidently, an unexpected event happened.
Miguel didn't think the explosion was part of Lawrence's plan; the searing pain on his aging body made him feel as if he was about to die.
Was it Lawrence? Does he want to kill me?
No...
Miguel didn't think it was Lawrence who did this. He was very clear that he never truly saw Lawrence's real face, but Miguel was willing to believe that if Lawrence wanted him dead, he would have killed him face to face with one strike.
He had to admit, Lawrence gave him an intangible sense of oppression, as if anything, under his leadership, would come true without any oversight.
Just like the explosion just now, if Lawrence came to kill him, then he would definitely be a corpse now, instead of thinking about who wanted to kill him.
"Then who could it be?"
Miguel murmured softly, trying to stand up, but the continuous pain had drained all his strength.
