When he reached the first cell and got a clear look at the Supe inside, Solomon willed his invisible blood manipulation ability into action.
It penetrated the Supe's body with precision, forcibly seized control of all their blood, and cut off the oxygen supply to their brain.
In an instant, the Supe's head lolled to one side. They passed out from oxygen deprivation without a struggle, losing consciousness completely.
Beside him, the emissary's pupils abruptly contracted. His eyes lit up, and his voice carried incredulous excitement.
"Sir! Is that... blood manipulation?!"
Solomon glanced sideways, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes. This guy could recognize it at a glance?
Just how long had he been secretly keeping tabs on Mary Moreau?!
"That's right."
Solomon nodded readily and asked in return,
"Have you done much research into blood manipulation, Mr. Emissary?"
The emissary forcibly suppressed the wild joy and excitement surging within him, striving to maintain his outward composure as he slowly nodded.
"I've studied blood manipulation extensively for years and have a deep understanding of it. Once you've finished your business today, sir, might you do me the honor of discussing the mysteries of this ability in depth, in private?"
Solomon agreed without the slightest hesitation.
His main goal in making this special trip today had been Godolkin's unique consciousness ability.
Now that the other party had extended an invitation himself, Solomon could hardly ask for more.
"Certainly. Let's finish things here as quickly as possible. I've been wanting to have a proper discussion with you as well, Mr. Emissary."
Delighted by his agreement, the emissary quickly collected himself and took the initiative to lead Solomon toward the next cell.
Over the following stretch of time, the rehabilitation center's cells were opened one after another.
Solomon moved with effortless