After nearly six hours of flying, Bruce Bartley finally spoke again.
Victoria Garcia dared not fall asleep, and Arnold Johnson stayed by her side the whole time.
Sometimes, Victoria found it strange that Bruce would allow her to cuddle up in Arnold's arms like that—didn't he feel any hatred or rage?
"Arnold, which one of you will drink this, you or Miss Garcia?" Bruce held a red pill in his hand, looking at it intently.
Victoria asked, "What is this medicine?"
"Of course, it's not anything good. I don't have such a kind heart as to let the two of you fly alongside each other." Bruce said with a smile.
Victoria, of course, knew it wasn't anything good; she just wanted to know if it was poison and if it would be lethal.
Without a second thought, Arnold answered, "Of course, I'll take it."
