"Do you know how much I envy you? Captain, every inch of your body is a dream that I can never reach. You’re so pure, so optimistic and brave."
"Number Three, go fetch my detective friend for me. I’d rather not use the mental purge twice; I need to conserve my strength for a tender moment with them."
Number Three, the Dissector, nodded slightly and made his way towards the corner where Yang Ming was hiding.
A large number of Mechanical Guards swiftly evacuated the perimeter, and a new energy protective shield appeared over the manor. Under Bryant’s prior arrangements, the explosion had attracted no attention.
Bryant slowly descended in front of Catherine, his finger lightly tracing her pale cheek, eyes filled with longing.
"Very soon, you will be spiritually merged with me."
Suddenly, Bryant heard the sound of a simple conversation coming from the corner.
"Hey! We’re friends!"
Hui Saka called out with a hint of panic.
"Yes, friend," Number Three, the Dissector, chuckled, "and after tonight, we will become partners, intimate companions who can truly trust each other."
"What do you mean by ’mental purge’? Don’t touch me!"
"Don’t worry, you’ll pass out quickly," Number Three, the Dissector, lifted his left hand. "You can simply think of it as ’taming.’"
"Taming? Oh! Ohh! Don’t come any closer! I am a noble! An Imperial Noble!"
Bryant slightly shook his head, speaking indifferently, "Hui, don’t be so undignified, it affects the perfect image I hold of you in my heart. You should be calm and wise..."
A faint sound transmitted, seemingly that of a blade penetrating a human body.
Bryant immediately frowned, "Number Three, don’t hurt Hui. I know you’re actually envious of him..."
Bryant, in the midst of turning around, suddenly froze.
He looked towards the corner; the scene that unfolded was extremely bizarre.
Number Three, the Dissector’s left hand had pierced through the Dissector’s own chest. The left hand was almost severed at the wrist, and the claws on the back of the left hand were protruding from the back of the Dissector.
Standing in front of Number Three, the Dissector, Hui Saka was quietly in place, his right hand pressed against the back of Number Three, the Dissector’s left hand.
"I said," Yang Ming spoke calmly, "don’t touch me."
Bryant’s pupils sharply constricted.
Hui Saka seemed to merely flick his wrist, and suddenly Number Three, the Dissector’s body was sent flying straight at him!
Bryant immediately raised both hands, his powerful spiritual power supporting Number Three, the Dissector, who then grunted in pain.
Number Three, the Dissector suddenly turned his head and pushed Bryant away with his right hand. Only then did Bryant notice that the corner was empty, and Hui Saka, that seemingly frail detective, was now speeding towards Number Three, the Dissector like a gliding flight, closing the distance rapidly.
Number Three, the Dissector, suspended mid-air and unable to leverage anything, waved his right hand in front.
A large hand precisely grabbed the Dissector’s wrist and gently squeezed. The wrist crumbled like a sand sculpture, and the Dissector’s body was sent flying by a fierce knee strike!
How was this possible!
Number Three may not have been a top-tier Supermodified person, but his real strength was his skeletal structure.
Bryant felt his brain constantly buzzing.
He did not surrender without a fight. Stunned, he had already summoned all the remaining spiritual power at his disposal, sweeping frantically at the man charging towards him.
Yang Ming’s eyes shone with a cruel red light.
Bryant felt as if he had slammed into a hard wall, his spiritual power directly dissipated by the opponent, his brain reeling with severe dizziness.
The next second, as Bryant forced himself to regain consciousness, a large hand was already pressing on his head.
Hui Saka, the renowned detective, stood quietly in front of Bryant.
"Hui... spare me, please spare..."
"Of course," Yang Ming withdrew his hand, looking down with a smile, "you are an important friend of mine."
Bryant paused, then as he looked up at Yang Ming once more, he saw the red light in Yang Ming’s eyes again, and his own mind slipped into faint confusion.