The voice coming from Bott's mouth was very hoarse, sounding like that of a thirty-four-year-old man, which completely mismatched his small stature.
Anna crossed her arms, looking at Bott curiously. "Let me guess, you're from the Foundation, right?"
Seeing the almost confirming silence from the other side, Anna nodded in understanding. "It really is surprisingly easy to guess, not challenging at all. Are our men really that important to you? Have you been sending spies to watch him for years?"
Bott's twisted hands supported him off the ground, as he stood up with his shriveled body, looking at her with his blue eyes filled with blood and tears.
"You're not qualified enough. Originally, sending the NC91 to Charles's ship was just for monitoring the Light God Sect."
"But the Light God knows us too well, just as we know him. They evaded all our countermeasures; they caused such chaos, severely disrupting our plans."
