Elliot nodded. “It was smooth. But the antidote is going to take a while to develop. Great-Grandma asked me to tell you that she’ll contact you as soon as she has any news.”
Tarquin wasn’t surprised. This was an eighth-generation bioweapon, with each version more potent than the last. Not long ago, a virus somewhere between the fourth and fifth generation had given the entire medical organization a massive headache. It was easy to imagine the destructive power of an eighth-generation virus. The more lethal it was, the harder it was to crack. An antidote wouldn't be ready anytime soon.
“About your mentor, Bernard…”
At the mention of Bernard, Elliot’s eyes welled up again. “Bernard was poisoned!”
“Back in the day, after Bernard defeated the top fighters from seven different countries, those cowards got scared. They kidnapped Grandpa Walter and his mother to threaten Bernard.”
“They gave him two choices: die, or throw the match.”
“Bernard believed that throwing a match would be a disgrace to his country, no different from treason. So he chose to die.”
“They injected him with poison, but Great-Grandma saved him.”
“She’s been helping him suppress the poison’s effects all these years. But as he got older, his immune system weakened, and even she couldn't do anything more…”
Tears streamed down Elliot’s face as he spoke. “Dad, Bernard died with regrets!”
“He spent all these years searching for the people who murdered his master and his master’s wife, but he never found them. He died without getting his revenge…”

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