"What is this man talking about?"
"He thinks he can waltz in all carefree, say a few words, and leave with his dignity intact?"
"Even when I'm watching a movie, I hate seeing villains get redeemed!"
While everyone's attention was fixed on Grotesque Doctor as he walked toward them, Han Su clenched his teeth slightly and looked down at the Briefcase in his hands.
At that moment, he wasn't drawing any attention. Like the Captain of Three Hundred Floors, he had completely depleted his Mental Power. His Mental Activity was even lower, and if even the Captain of Three Hundred Floors hadn't recovered yet, there was no way he had.
It was because his body was carrying too much of a burden. In this condition, he couldn't even summon a mental attack from the abyss.
But he had a trump card, one he had yet to use.
Out of caution toward Life Line No. 01, and out of wariness during this trip to Linyuan City, he had deliberately held back several methods. The Ghost Truck was one, and his "battery-like" mental model was another.
The former meant he still had one chance to unleash a powerful attack beyond the bounds of common sense. The latter let him retain some Mental Power that he could still use.
So as he watched the approaching man, he simply tightened his grip on the dagger made from condensed copper blood.
His mind was already working hard, calculating the route and the force he would need when he struck.
He knew how terrifying that man was. If he charged at him directly, he wouldn't stand a chance, so he had to wait until the man came closer.
No talking to him, either. He would seize his chance and kill him with one blow.
That was