A special thank you to MoonLobster for the Golden Ticket! Your support truly means a lot and motivates me to keep writing and improving the story.
[Abhishek: Boss, I'm not dead, not dead! I'm perfectly fine.]
Inside Brown Wood Shelter, after a jolt of electricity, Abhishek looked around his surroundings.
Only after confirming that no one was paying attention to him did he quickly reply to Vikram.
Vikram breathed a sigh of relief. If Abhishek had died, Brown Wood Shelter wouldn't be able to trace him, but Vikram would lose an information channel.
"Looks like I really gambled correctly. Is it really a lie detector?"
Shrugging, Vikram replied:
[Vikram: The thing I gave you previously was pretty good, right?]
[Vikram: How about it? I told you that if you listened to me, nothing would happen. Do you believe me now?]
[Abhishek: I believe you, I believe you! Thank you, Boss, for saving my life.]
