The slovenly man was deeply surprised by Qin Siyang's extraordinary vigilance.
He waited a long time, but the Wasteland was so quiet that only the wind could be heard.
He knew Qin Siyang had already fled far away, and sighed in disappointment.
"Forget it. I'll question the one I caught instead."
He then glanced at Hu Chan. A transparent web swiftly withdrew from Hu Chan's breathing holes and slipped into the man's long sleeve.
"Tell me, who was the person in that strange pod just now?"
Hu Chan did not answer. He simply lay there in silence.
The slovenly man paused in surprise. "Hmm? Didn't I already loosen the threads sealing your mouth? Why aren't you talking?"
Hu Chan snorted. "You'll kill me whether I talk or not. Why should I bother?"
At that moment, the transparent web removed Hu Chan's faceplate.
To be precise, the faceplate had not been forcibly torn off.
Rather, its connections to the helmet had been damaged, allowing the threads to pull it away easily.
The transparent threads tossed the faceplate aside, revealing a sickly, sallow face inside the Armor.
"I thought you were a sharp, capable fellow. I never expected you to look like this."
Though Hu Chan's gaze was weak, it brimmed with hatred.
Being hunted by Chris and Jin Shengyu had taught Hu Chan to use Disguise whenever he went out.
That habit also kept the unknown enemy before him from discovering his true identity.
Hu Chan was certain that the slovenly man before him was no ordinary figure.
If the man saw his real face, he would surely recognize him as the Holy Son of the World Salvation Church.
Scruffy Man snorted. "You sickly wretch. Do you think I won't know who that man is just because you refuse to tell