"Of course. You only trust people who are weaker than you, don't you?"
Nina Jacobs's Diamond Sand Spikes rained down on Anselm Hughes relentlessly.
Thinking back on her plan over the past few days, she realized Cordelia and the others' original identities in Lornwood Base had been a huge convenience.
Ms. Carter's suspicion back in the correction bay had also given her the perfect opportunity.
But ultimately, it was all because Anselm Hughes and the Whites were far too confident.
Anselm Hughes defended himself nonstop, realizing he didn't stand a chance of fighting back against Nina Jacobs.
"The Puppetry Technique... just how did you break free from it?"
Anselm Hughes asked.
A Fireball struck his shoulder, instantly scorching flesh and bone.
"Trying to distract me so you can use poison?"
Nina Jacobs glanced at the fallen vial. 'Anselm Hughes should hate my guts right now, not be asking me so many questions.'
'The questions are just a ploy to make me lower my guard.'
