Moro was sizing up Son Gohan, and naturally, Son Gohan was sizing him up too.
Seven-Three stood blankly to one side, his poker face betraying no emotion whatsoever.
Son Gohan looked at Seven-Three and tried saying, "Seven-Three, copy Moro's abilities."
However, Seven-Three remained unmoved, completely ignoring Son Gohan's instructions.
At this point, Seven-Three only obeyed Saganbo and members of the Galactic Bandit Brigade.
He had no respect for anyone else and wouldn't give them the time of day.
When Moro heard Son Gohan tell Seven-Three to copy his abilities, his eyelids twitched a few times.
He wondered why the Galactic Patrol had brought him out of prison while plotting how to escape.
He had already recovered a considerable amount of his magic.
By his estimate, if he caught them off guard, his chances of escaping were over eighty percent.
So he was waiting for the right opportunity-an opportunity to escape.
Moro's cold gaze kept surveying his surroundings as he ran through possible escape routes, trying to determine which offered the highest chance of success.
After Moro glanced him over a few times, Son Gohan decided not to copy his abilities after all.
An evil ability like Moro's would only be useful if he turned evil and used it for wrongdoing. In the hands of a good guy, it would be endlessly nerfed.
It wasn't worth shit.
As for the uncooperative Seven-Three, he could deal with him later.
For now, he would eliminate this creepy old bastard Moro.
"Moro, I hereby sentence you to death." Son Gohan grinned and spread the fingers of his right hand, aiming his palm at Moro.
"Heh, heh..." Moro's eyes were full of disdain.
Did he think killing him would be that easy?
If it really were that easy, he wouldn't have been imprisoned for ten