Upon realizing what just happened, the blue-haired Hawkling was stupefied, temporarily forgetting the pain of his severed leg.
His brain had already processed that all his targets had escaped. Yet, Kiin was still in denial.
He couldn't even capture a single one of them?
"HOW?!" he exclaid in utter fury and disbelief.
The next mont, due to a mix of various emotional and physical factors, he vomited blood and passed out.
Dweezel had just arrived at the entrance of his mansion when one of the aides accompanying him inford him that Shye had already escaped.
Naturally, the old snake frowned, though he didn't really have much hope for his fifteenth son's operation.
After all, even he failed to capture Shye.
How could a re inexperienced youngster like Kiin do it?
However, at the very least, Dweezel ensured that there was sothing to gain.
Turning around, he walked towards the eting room on the second floor instead, his aides, including Primo and Harvan, right behind him.
Upon arrival, each took their assigned seat, with Dweezel claiming the lord's chair.
"Holly, fetch a recording of how the bastard escaped." he glanced at one of his female aides and ordered.
Of course, the aide nad Holly promptly complied, skillfully using the rectangular device in her hands to download a copy of the surveillance recordings from the two nearest surveillance crystals near the ambush point on the headquarters' thirteenth floor.
Before a minute even passed, a holographic screen had already appeared in front of them, and of course, it was the recording of Shye and Kiin talking coldly to each other.
Dweezel watched the recording with a hint of amusent.
From what little he knew about Fifteenth Hawkling's mission, his son had gradually approached Shye Crowley at Colzen Academy, pretending to be his friend all these years.
Thus, while he trusted his fifteenth son's loyalty, he was curious to discern whether there was a trace of genuine friendly affection for Shye in his son's eyes.
If there was, he would automatically be counted out of the succession.
At present, as far as the old snake was concerned, Primo was leading among the heir candidates, with Harvan following close behind.
Other than them, no one else was worthy of the position.
Most of his sons, while competent, were not competent enough.
However, he couldn't help but reconsider his fifteenth son, especially after noticing the ruthless coldness in his eyes—an unmistakable sign that, despite all those years spent with Shye, he had not ford even a trace of genuine friendship with him.
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His younger illegitimate son possessed potential comparable to Primo's.
No, when it ca to sheer coldness and disregard for relationships, this fifteenth son of his surpassed even Primo by a slight margin.
Naturally, Kiin was frustrated by his failure to capture Shye, thinking that he had blown his chances once more.
Little did he know, he had already successfully entered his father's eyes.
Soon, the entire recording finished playing, leaving Dweezel and his aides slightly perplexed.
They were still no closer to understanding how Shye had managed to escape!
Nonetheless, they persevered, replaying the recording over and over again, determined to analyze Shye Crowley's mysterious escape thod.
After replaying the recording in slow motion for the sixth ti using the front-view surveillance cara recording, Harvan noticed sothing.
A faint, shadowy mist seed to snake toward the nearest shadow before vanishing within it.
Eager to demonstrate his keen insight, he quickly shared his observations, prompting Dweezel and the others to narrow their eyes as they watched the faintly translucent black mist vanish into the shadows.
While the others were pleasantly surprised by the discovery, Primo was displeased at being outdone by his second brother in terms of sharpness of sight and observation.
"Shadows…huh?" Dweezel muttered, replaying the recording over and over again.
Soon, despite his advancing age and deteriorating eyesight, he too noticed sothing strange.
In a particular mont of the recording, though subtle and almost imperceptible, Shye's expression shifted from a slight smirk to an empty one.
Dweezel could never mistake the facial expression of a clone.
It was only for one instant, and if there was no option to slow the recording down, one would never notice it.
Luckily, they managed to.
This suggested that before Shye transford into a faint, shadowy mist and vanished into the darkness, he first beca a clone.
Such analyses would be hard to believe, but it seed to be the explanation closest to the truth.
Most clones, after all, were [Darkness]-type skills, which explained why it suddenly vanished into the shadows.
'Can we even capture that black mist and prevent it from escaping?' the old snake mused, currently unsure of what to do.
He could allow Shye to escape twice.
However, if he let the bastard escape a third ti using the sa thod, he might as well kill himself.
Nonetheless, his body was deteriorating by the day, and it seed impossible to catch Shye Crowley in the near future.
He had to make do with his plan B for now.
"Primo," Dweezel called out. "Comnce Undying Plan B."
"Understood, Lord Father," Primo said, leaving the eting room shortly after.
The next mont, the old snake turned to Harvan.
"You're dismissed," he said, his voice devoid of emotions.
Second Hawkling was naturally dumbfounded, disappointed, and perplexed.
Why? Why did his Lord Father still trust his brother more? Wasn't he the one who spotted the shadowy mist?!
In the end, Undying Plan B was entrusted to Primo, while he was effectively "dismissed."
His Lord Father didn't even assign him any tasks during this critical phase of their operations.
With clenched fists, he responded in a slightly dejected manner: "Understood, Lord Father."
Harvan then left the eting room.
Watching his second son leave, Dweezel inwardly sneered in disdain and disappointnt.
'With such desperation and weak ntal fortitude, how could I possibly entrust important missions to you?' the old snake thought.
He then turned to his aides once more and asked:
"Is it possible to develop a jamming device for [Darkness]-type skills?"
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