Azazel's pupils abruptly contracted to pinpoints as he stared fixedly at the familiar figure standing with his back to him, silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling window. His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.
Vought's Boss!
How had I teleported to his place?!
Azazel was horrified. He knew exactly who the man before him was!
With no time to think, his instinctive awe and fear of the powerful drove Azazel to activate his ability, trying to teleport away immediately.
But the next second, he discovered to his horror that his body would not obey him at all!
It was as though he had been cast inside an invisible block of tempered glass. Even moving his little finger had become an impossible wish.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Solomon slowly turned around, a flicker of surprise crossing his deep eyes.
Clearly, he had not expected to encounter Azazel here either.
Judging by how drenched in sweat and disheveled he was, his abilities had most likely gone out of control after he injected himself with Compound V, and he had stumbled here while teleporting all over the place.
Just then, a crisp notification sounded in Solomon's mind:
"Ding, defeated the mutant Azazel." Strength level 4, defense level 4, energy level 4.5, self-healing level 3, speed level 2, hearing level 2, vision level 2.
Solomon inwardly raised an eyebrow. This fellow's physical attributes had originally been only level 1, yet injecting Compound V had brought an improvement across the board. His self-healing ability in particular had shot straight up to level 3!
He quietly watched Azazel on the floor, then suddenly broke the silence:
"Are you one of the Neyaphem?"
The instant the words left his mouth, Solomon withdrew his Mind Control.
Azazel abruptly regained control of his body, but instead of seizing