Thales obediently took out a few syringes, but the man couldn't wait for him. He went forward and rolled up my sleeve. I instinctively wanted to resist, but he firmly pressed down on my wrist. My arm, which had just recovered, was forcefully exposed to him.
The man only glanced at my arm, and his expression changed greatly. He reached out and knocked away the syringe Thales handed over.
"Trash!" the man shouted in exasperation. "It's long since useless, you bunch of trash!"
I coldly watched their farce and stood there without saying a word.
The man angrily paced back and forth a few steps, cursing his subordinates. "You bunch of good-for-nothings, why didn't you give her two injections in time? Great, now all of us will have to leave this place. That damned Lycan Prince is probably on his way. We should leave you here to deal with the furious Lycan Prince."
I saw Thales standing there, trembling with fear.
