Professor Dodge hesitated for a moment but still responded cautiously, "Are you the leader of the Resuscitation Cult?"
He clearly saw the other party's ruthless methods; the woman who had the ability to cure his son suffered a fatal wound in an instant, and the injury was simply not healable.
"You may call me Mr. Bloodcoat." Mr. Bloodcoat's youthful face revealed a polite smile.
"What do you want from me?" Professor Dodge asked.
"My goal is quite simple. I hope you will hand over the Hand of Oblivion, and in exchange, I can cure your son's illness," Mr. Bloodcoat said concisely, spreading his hands, "Just like that, I hope for an immediate response."
"You can cure my son's illness?"
Professor Dodge realized that this man must have done a lot of research on him to have tracked him down here.
