The voice coming from Bott's mouth was extremely hoarse, sounding like that of a thirty-four-year-old man, completely at odds with his small body.
Anna crossed her arms, looking at Bott curiously. "Let me guess. You're with the Foundation, right?"
Seeing his tacit silence, Anna nodded knowingly. "Well, that was surprisingly easy to guess. No challenge at all. By the way, is my man really that important? You've had spies watching him for years?"
Bott's twisted hands pressed against the floor as he propped up his shriveled body, looking at her with blue eyes that oozed blood and tears.
"You aren't qualified. Back then, we sent NC91 onto Charles's ship only to monitor the Light God Sect."
"But the Light God knows us too well, just as we know him. They evade all our countermeasures, and the havoc they've caused has seriously disrupted our plans."
