Can I?

"What are you up to now?"

Logan turned to look at Fang Mo in the distance, his brows tightly furrowed.

Right before his eyes, Fang Mo had somehow produced a thick black leather-bound book and was fiddling with the pile of mangled flesh on the ground.

"Oh, I'm trying to interrogate it for information."

As he spoke, Fang Mo summoned Steve and began setting up an altar. Without even turning around, he said, "Didn't we agree? I help you get Charles back, and you agree to let me perform cranial surgery. Of course I have to work toward that goal."

"But it's already a pile of meat paste, isn't it?"

Hearing that, Logan instinctively frowned.

"It's fine. At least it's still warm."

With that, Fang Mo raised the Book of the Abyss in his hand. "Come back to life, my intel!"

As pure potential energy began boiling through the surroundings, the ritual quickly activated. The bloody pulp that had been crushed into a mess on the ground slowly rose back to its feet. It was worth mentioning that Fang Mo had not used Dark Revival this time. Since he did not know the soldier's name, he had used a time-reversal ritual instead.

Not long after that.

The soldier stood back up.

"Huh?"

Having just been pulled up, he still seemed a little dazed. But he quickly noticed the hellish scene around him, and his whole body froze. "Th-this is?"

His memories were still stuck at the moment before his death.

Yet after seeing the devastation around him, he dropped to his knees with a thud.

But the next second, Fang Mo grabbed him and hauled him up, immediately beginning his questioning in a blunt and brutal manner. "Where exactly is your boss Stryker's secret base?"

"Ya... Yacari..."

The soldier answered