"You see... you are more useful dead than alive!"
"Heh heh..."
Wendell Francis chuckled with a hoarse voice.
"Since you don't care whether I live or die, why do you talk so much to me?"
"You... still want to capture me alive, don't you?"
Tuck laughed.
"You're a smart man."
"But... that's where the difference between us lies."
"While we're both trying to buy time, all you can do is probe your surroundings and make some simple arrangements."
"However... I have already completed the puppet anchoring of your life pulse."
"After all, I've put quite a bit of thought into setting up this hunting ground."
"Capturing a Sixth-Rank bishop might be a bit difficult."
"But dealing with a Fourth-Rank Transcendent like you, who has grafted S-Level Transcendent Talent, is relatively easy."
Tuck's words instantly stiffened Wendell Francis's expression.
That's because Wendell Francis had already begun to feel that his body was starting to lose control.
