Chapter 967

"Excuse me, we've already been counting for two minutes. Why are you always lagging behind?" Alfred shrugged and rolled his eyes at Dante. Dante took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. One of these days, his rage might actually kill him. Everyone seemed to be conspiring against him. As the needle pierced Kelvin's skin, he winced and sucked in a sharp breath, frowning. Dante noticed immediately. "What's wrong? Are you feeling any discomfort?" He was itching to interfere with Perseus' treatment plan, hoping to delay or sabotage it. Ideally, Perseus would somehow botch the procedure entirely, killing Kelvin. It would be humiliating for him to carry that plaque everywhere. Kelvin paid Dante no mind. Instead, he closed his eyes, his frown quickly fading. Meanwhile, the needle in Perseus' hand continued to sink deeper into his skin, another two inches. Pointing accusingly at Perseus, Dante scoffed. "You better slow down. The patient clearly doesn't look comfortable. Are you e