The air instantly froze. No matter how Iris Dalton had calculated, she never expected the person inside the trunk to be Eric Jenson.
His clothes were torn to shreds and stained with large patches of blood. Gauze was haphazardly wrapped around his left hand, with a crimson mist of blood seeping through. Seeing his pale face and extremely weak state, it was obvious he had suffered severe injuries.
Iris quickly swept him from head to toe with her spiritual power. She discovered that the palm of his left hand had been pierced through by a sharp weapon, and there were numerous bloody whip marks across his chest and arms. The wounds were grievous, already inflamed and oozing pus.
At this moment, the storage room was pitched in darkness. Eric couldn't see her face clearly, but he recognized her voice. He called out in a trembling voice, "Iris?"
