"Bastard... you tricked me!"
At that moment, it was as if the sound of scales tipping could be heard.
With Tyler's angry outburst, the five fingers that were tightly intertwined around the headcage rapidly contracted as if burned.
Clearly, regarding whether the headcage was a handle or a poisonous bait, he finally made a decision.
The fact that the other party handed over such an item so readily was already slightly disconcerting.
Especially after revealing his identity, considering his character, how could he be so easily coerced?
Unfortunately, he still thought he had seized control.
And this guy even pretended just now to try to snatch it back, further confusing the judgment, making himself willingly hold it in his hand.
"How strange, I'm busy with my own matters, but while casually collecting some blood samples with the cage, how did it result in a scheme against you?"
Unfortunately, his anger obviously brought no positive meaning.
