Mr. Smith frowned.
He knew the 'Mechanism Master' Kid.
In fact, he was quite familiar.
During that war, he had dealt with the opponent more than once—a unique state of both cooperation and opposition, and the opponent's talent was very unique.
But it wasn't difficult to deal with.
Of course, that was for both him and 'Him'.
As for him now?
He really wanted to kill the opponent, but the chance was less than thirty percent.
Because of the opponent's unique talent.
Unless it's overwhelming strength.
Otherwise, if pulled into a positional battle by the opponent, the continuous flow of 'constructed bodies' is enough to make anyone's scalp tingle.
Mr. Smith was no exception.
Thus, Mr. Smith immediately lowered his voice and said—
"I'm not sure I can kill him.
Furthermore, I can't find him."
Facing 'Death', Mr. Smith did not look for more excuses.
Because he knew very well, such excuses were completely useless to Death.
Finding such excuses would only bring humiliation.
