The woman known as Second Sister was likewise clad in black form-fitting combat armor and a long black cape. Compared with the rugged style of the other Polnuchuan Inquisitor before her, her attire was more refined, more chilling. A terrifying crimson glow shone from the narrow tactical visor of her fully enclosed helmet.
That was right—red and black. The eternal motif of the Inquisitors, representing fear and slaughter!
Second Sister turned to look at the Polnuchuan Inquisitor. Her full helmet concealed her expression, but her voice dripped with mockery. "Oh? Look who the pathetic wretch I saved turned out to be. Mao. What, the capable subordinate of Grand Judge Jerec of the Inquisitorius can't even handle a Tusken tribe? Hehehehe..."
She mocked him without restraint.
"I don't need your help! This is the pursuit of fugitives!" the Polnuchuan named Mao growled.
If Tang Xiao had been here, he would definitely have mocked the guy for being named Mao despite being as hairless as a lizard.
"Fugitives? Hahahahaha..." Second Sister laughed scornfully. "You should know that to become a fugitive, one first has to escape. What, an Inquisitor like you can't even keep watch over a few pigs?"
"Those aren't pigs! They're Gamorreans, important experimental materials for Lord Jerec! I advise you not to meddle!" Mao roared, yet he took another two steps back, clearly extremely wary of Second Sister.
"I have no interest whatsoever in the affairs of your Inquisitorius. But as it happens, my target is here as well... or rather, about to arrive." Second Sister snorted coldly, ignored Mao, and turned toward another direction, taking out a miniature telescope to look into the distance.
Sure enough, a cloud of dust rose in the distance. Something was speeding this way.
"Watch yourself!" Mao kept his gaze locked on the