Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 490 Eliminate Her! Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

This statement only added fuel to the fire. 

“As a father, you must be quite upset about that” 

Joker smiled faintly. “Certainly, it was unfortunate. But thankfully, I still have a child. He looked towards the Blood Shadow clone. 

“Be it Blood Shadow or the clone, she has forever been my most beloved child.” 

The Blood Shadow clone then addressed him, “Father.” 

Isabelle’s demeanour turned icy in that instance. 

Joker responded, “Well done, my child.” 

The demonstration of fatherly affection and loyalty made Isabelle feel queasy. 

She scoffed sarcastically, “Seems like the flaws are significant than I imagined.” Even as the Blood . Shadow clone, she wouldn’t address Joker as a father. 

This illustrates the stark disparity between the two. 

Joker remarked, “True, there are flaws. But you’re not unscathed, either. It just happens to narrow the gap in strength.” 

He continued, “Since we’re not catching up, let’s witness your friend. I rather like observing reunions.” 

He then clapped his hands. 

Footsteps drew near, and Jack was guided out from the rear corridor. 

In a retaliative tone, Joker also expressed regret to Isabelle, saying, “I vowed to look after him. I misspoke. It’s just that he’s too unruly.” 

Isabelle looked over. 

Jack’s wounds were nearly as severe as Moon Shadow’s, and considering Jack’s condition, handcuffing him was unnecessary since he couldn’t move. 

Isabelle then scrutinised the man accompanying Jack. 

The young man was quite young, probably no more than eighteen, seeming slight and resembling an immature boy, with a solemn stare. 

As an introverted child, he held the distinction of being the youngest member of the Shadow Team. 

Appearing harmless, he possessed formidable skills, ranking just below Storm Shadow as a proficient assassin versed in numerous cold weapons. Moreover, his expertise extended to crafting firearms, earning him the moniker “Flowing Shadow,” a walking arsenal. 

He is a formidable opponent. 

The sudden descent jolted Jack, who was teetering between awareness and unconsciousness, into a sharper focus. He glimpsed Isabelle seated nearby and mistook her for a hallucination, struggling to utter, “Boss His lips were tainted with blood. 

Struggling to survey the surroundings, he endeavoured to turn his head, as if seeking something. Despite his face being pressed against the ground, blood was smearing, and his resolve remained remarkably steadfast. 

After relentless attempts, he at last caught a glimpse of the familiar figure he yearned for. “Boss…” 

Jack couldn’t fathom it and was instantly overcome with emotion. This reaction surpassed seeing Isabelle, his eyes welling up with tears as he poured out his feelings. 

“Boss…" 

In his eyes, there was only Blood Shadow. He couldn’t see anyone else. He stared at that visage, reluctant to blink, dreading that the person would disappear if he averted his eyes. With difficulty, he endeavoured to stand, leveraging his forehead and restrained hands to hoist himself from the ground. 

Just as he managed to stand, a forceful push knocked him back down. 

He promptly rose again, refusing to stay down. 

He persisted in his attempts, rising time and again, driven by an unyielding desire to bridge the distance between them. Yet, no matter how fervently he reached out, the person he was longing for remained distant and indifferent, beyond his grasp. 

Isabelle watched Jack intently, her teeth lightly pressing together. 

“What a heartwarming reunion drama,” Joker remarked dryly, almost tempted to applaud. 

“Your subordinate seems to have a strong sense of loyalty and honour. No wonder you’re willing to sacrifice for him time and time again,” he continued, then turned his gaze towards Isabelle, 

Jack eventually managed to lift himself from the ground, kneeling on the floor. 

Yet, just as he was about to regain his footing, Flowing Shadow swiftly struck him down again, endeavouring to force something into his mouth. 

Isabelle desired to step in, yet she hesitated. Flowing Shadow posed too great a threat. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Jack clenched his jaw, steadfastly refusing to open his mouth. Eventually, Flowing Shadow resorted to forcefully administering the pill by grasping his chin. 

Isabelle asked icily, “What have you given him?” 

Flowing Shadow straightened up. “Just a little something to ease his nerves.” 

Joker reassured, “No need to fret. It’s not poison.” 

He then remarked, “However, I did hide something else inside his abdomen.” 

Glancing at the time, he stated, “You’ve got fifteen minutes. If you manage to defeat her within that timeframe, I’ll permit you to retrieve it.” 

“If you fail, when the time runs out, you’ll see his body torn apart. And at that point, I won’t be able to help you.” 

Isabelle’s gaze frosted over, her hand curled into a tight fist in the shadows, and her expression twisted with a lethal determination. 

Tenderly, he spoke to the clone, “Go, my child, eliminate her for me. Once she’s gone, you’ll be unrivalled.” 

The clone obeyed without hesitation. 

Taking two strides forward, she sprang into the air from the ground. 

Joker pressed on, “Having doubts? Just a friendly reminder. If you want to rescue him, you’ve only got ten minutes.” 

Once more, he checked the time. “You’ve got nine minutes left.” 

He eagerly looked forward to witnessing the battle between the two of them.