"If any of you can handle those drones we just saw, then scatter and run."
Having been silent for a long time, the Maze suddenly spoke up, "Inferiors move so slowly... as long as you don't run towards the Inferior, you should definitely be able to escape."
"Oh?"
It was All Cooked who retorted fiercely, "How do you expect us to trust the words of a traitor like you?
"Was it you who sold us out?!"
Although it was not explicitly stated, this could only be said under the assumption that the deductions made by the Hairdresser were true.
All Cooked had clearly adjusted his attitude—despite having been severely scolded by the Hairdresser and losing face, he turned around and began to ingratiate himself with the Hairdresser again.
He was like a dog, fiercely attacking the Maze, hoping to curry favor with this "godfather."
But the Hairdresser, watching him, only felt danger.
He quickly continued, "No, everyone. The Maze is right.
