After making the arrangements, Director Charles rose and left as well.
As the chief inspector for this support operation, he still needed to report the details to the Tower Master.
As everyone departed,
the guest room returned to its usual arrangement of just two people.
Han Dong and Mr. M sat facing each other on opposite sides of the fireplace.
Han Dong had long sensed something off. Mr. M seemed to have a great deal on his mind today. He had not said a word the entire time and kept smoking white cigarettes that could purify the mind and calm the soul.
Just as Han Dong was about to ask whether it had something to do with the Uncontrolled Ones,
Mr. M spoke first.
"From the memories you shared just now, Goodman held back against you the entire time. It was not just because of your head, was it? At first, he was even trying to avoid damaging your body... Tell me the reasons in detail.
I also have some things I need to make clear to you."
Han Dong held nothing back from Mr. M and truthfully explained everything in detail.
"I see. No wonder the Uncontrolled Ones handed the World Magic Cube over to that guy... On top of fusing with Teacher Mede's brain, he continued fusing with a 'brain' from S-01.
That guy is already the greatest mind among the Uncontrolled Ones.
Now that we have missed an opportunity like the last one, killing him will be rather difficult."
Han Dong added, "It does not matter. No matter how difficult it is, his ultimate fate remains certain death."
White fluid rippled through Mr. M's pupils. He looked at Han Dong in surprise. "Oh~ You are that confident? Tell me, then. How can you make his death certain?"