"I never expected you to actually capture Kurid..."
Looking at Kurid's head inside the low-temperature preservation case Fang Zheng had placed before her, Sephilia wore an exceptionally complicated expression. Fang Zheng merely chuckled without saying anything.
The Nanomachines Kurid had injected allowed him to revive so long as his brain remained intact. But Fang Zheng knew Nanomachines better than anyone. Revival might be troublesome, but as long as he froze Kurid at low temperatures and stopped those Nanomachines from functioning, Kurid was basically no different from a dead man.
That was why Fang Zheng had always looked down on Kurid. He really was just some country bumpkin. Did he seriously think that little trick would let him rule the world?
Your brain must be busted, buddy. I had hundreds, if not thousands, of ways to kill you.
But Sephilia had no idea what Fang Zheng was thinking. She did not possess his perspective or experience, and in her eyes, Kurid had still been quite difficult to deal with. In fact, Sephilia's original plan had been to wait for the Bounty Hunter Alliance to draw the Star Apostles' attention before secretly infiltrating the island for a decapitation strike.
She had not expected Fang Zheng to disregard all common sense. Before they had even set out, the entire island had already been leveled.
"Come to think of it, the attack on the island earlier..."
"I wouldn't know about that."
Before Sephilia could finish, Fang Zheng shrugged and cut her off.
"I was originally planning to launch a sneak attack, but then a whole bunch of missiles came flying in from who knew where and carpet-bombed the place. Maybe some kind-hearted rich uncle happened to pass by, thought I looked pitiful, and lent me a hand."
"..."
Watching Fang Zheng lie through his