Imhotep and Anck-Su-Namun were sitting on the sofa quietly. Imhotep didn’t need to consume any food while Anck-Su-Namun was enjoying a cup of coffee and cakes. When Xuan turned to them, Imhotep refused. “I have no obligation to help you. We haven’t come to any terms yet.”
Zheng asked. “I have been curious. Why did you come to New York with the others? Are you seeking the mask too? You can’t even turn into a monster since you are not a normal human. What would you need it for?”
Imhotep nodded. “Yes. I don’t have any use for the mask but Anck-Su-Namun could. If we use the diamond on the mask, she won’t turn into a monster. Otherwise, she is growing older day by day. I can help you fight the monster but the mask must belong to me.”
