Hei Fu's sudden dodge took Holt by surprise.
He had originally planned to subdue Bai Fu in just a few seconds, but this delay had already stretched things out to twenty or thirty seconds—far longer than he had expected.
But he wasn't annoyed in the slightest. He was only excited.
After sealing off the workshop with his Mental Secret Domain, he could bang gongs and dance around inside without anyone outside noticing a thing.
So he had plenty of time to take things slow and play with Bai Fu before the next group responsible for transporting the Prayer Cards arrived!
Of course, having time to play around didn't mean he actually would.
More than his personal pride and happiness, Holt cared about completing the task assigned by Mita.
In short, he would finish the job first. After that, if time was short, he'd kill Bai Fu outright. If he still had time to spare, then before killing her, he would use his psychic powers to make Bai Fu deliberately say things that would provoke intense public backlash and do things that would make people think, "So the Saintess is just a songstress, huh?" Then he could secretly pass the recorded video to the news media as evidence to smear her reputation.
He didn't actually want to go that far, but those Undying had made him unhappy.
Holt strode toward Hei Fu. Behind him, silver threads spread like dancing spiderwebs. The pressure radiating from them made Hei Fu feel as if she were trapped in a swamp, unable to move.
"Can't run anymore, can you?"
Heh heh.
"Since you won't honestly tell me where the mother sample is, I'll investigate myself. There's no point struggling. In my Mental Secret Domain, you could scream yourself hoarse and no one would come to