"Don't dirty your hands, love." Phoenix's voice echoed next to his ear.
The tail gently lowered him on the branch of the tree and Phoenix transformed back, landing beside Zane. Zane looked down at the man in the metal puppet who had taken it off and had already started to escape into the forest.
Zane instantly switched out his pistol for a sniper rifle when he felt his hand touched by Phoenix.
"Do not shoot him?"
Was that ironic? The Doctor that this madman was talking about could only be Notus Cross who Phoenix had killed. Zane felt extremely upset, "If I don't kill him, he is going to come back to kill me. I can not live in fear of being attacked randomly." He could still recall those brown eyes that were filled with such hatred.
