With those words, it seemed as if Solomon expended his last vestige of vitality, and he quietly passed away.
Watching Solomon die, Sun Jack didn't feel the satisfaction of avenging a great wrong; instead, he felt a hollow emptiness inside.
There was nothing to be happy about; even by killing Solomon, they still couldn't all come back.
Having replaced all his skin, Solomon naturally didn't have any allergic reactions to Sun Jack's touch.
But this was better, at least he didn't have to display the clues they had left him under everyone's watchful eyes.
Sun Jack quietly pocketed a piece of Solomon's tissue, preparing to clone Solomon again when he returned.
As long as cloning was possible, whatever was left in the DNA could be retrieved.
When everything was done, Sun Jack felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. He turned around to face the crowd of onlookers, "I won! I won!!"
