Macbeth was completely stunned by Sophia's answer. It took him a long while before he asked, "Superpowers?"
"I've answered enough," Sophia said, her expression turning unpleasant. "Now it's your turn to answer my question... Why did you come looking for me?"
We came to take you away for questioning, Macbeth sighed inwardly.
He knew Sophia might possess some extraordinary methods, but he had assumed that no matter how capable she was, could she withstand the machinery of the state? Once the machine truly went into full operation, there was a 99 percent chance that extraordinary methods could be brought under effective control.
But now... he was genuinely uncertain. Her methods were simply too bizarre, almost like divine revelation.
With a single "I declare! You are guilty," William, famous for his violent temper, had toppled over and collapsed, his fate unknown.
And she knew everyone's background, while claiming that her abilities came from the holy artifact, the Golden Sunflower.
After thinking it over repeatedly, Macbeth cautiously asked again, "Then were those people unconscious because they were guilty too?"
No matter what, gathering more information was the proper course.
"You've gone too far!" Sophia spoke expressionlessly. "You still haven't answered my question!"
Cold sweat immediately broke out across Macbeth's forehead, even in the frigid morning. He remembered that the first time Jason had angered the girl before him was because he had only asked questions and refused to answer hers.
So he immediately replied, "There are many important matters we need to ask you about. For example, one of our most advanced signal vehicles disappeared nearby. The people in the vehicle are the three who suffered severe frostbite. Do you know anything about that?"
Sophia shook her head. "I'm not interested in such trivial matters."
Saying she knew nothing would definitely be