The man in the white lab coat noticed his disappointment and laughed, saying:
"We're only letting him go temporarily. Once the Saints Plan succeeds, idle brats like him can be dealt with easily!"
"You're absolutely right!"
The middle-aged man laughed heartily, looking at the sky, seeing beyond the clouds the endless streams of information enveloping the vast domain, and declared fervently:
"May we forge the Great Mechanism and imprison all living beings in brass!"
The old man nodded in agreement, and together with the others, they brought out a white spherical shape which quickly morphed like a Rubik's cube into propeller-driven portable sprayers, which flew into the air, dispersing a large amount of white mist.
The remnants of black oil that came into contact with it quickly turned into a wisp of black gas and dissipated, erasing all traces related to them.
Afterward, the group left hastily.
