Chapter 779

Night fell, and the basement where Willow was imprisoned sank into complete silence. Clara lay slumped over the bedside, fast asleep. Outside the door, the guard on duty withdrew his gaze from the peephole and let out a weary yawn. Just then, a faint *click* sounded in his ear. The R-country soldier startled, about to turn around— when a pair of hands suddenly reached from behind, pressing a handkerchief firmly over his mouth. The guard convulsed violently for a moment before his body went limp, collapsing into unconsciousness. Willow released her grip, signaling Clara to carefully lower the guard to the ground. In her left hand was a milk bottle, and in her right, the handkerchief. But the bottle didn’t contain milk—it held the sedative she had painstakingly concocted. Thanks to Xaviar’s interference, Jhon had forbidden her from touching any proper chemical supplies. Left with no choice, Willow had improvised, using whatever materials she could find to extract the necessary compounds.