Chapitre 210: Chapter 122 What Demon God, Whose General Are You

Mona picked up the handcuffs from the ground and fastened them behind her back.

For a detective of her caliber, silver bracelets were really just decorative. Even without using magic, she had several ways to escape in a blink of an eye.

They were hardly a challenge for her!

Wayne never expected to restrict a mage's movements with handcuffs, which was foolish. Mages shape magic to change reality with their minds, not their hands.

Only by controlling the other's mind could one truly seal a mage's ability to act.

"I have put on the handcuffs, release my companion, and I will be your hostage," Mona said calmly.

"Of course, you were my target from the beginning,"

Wayne said ambiguously. The moment he released Nancy, his gun-holding hand struck her nape hard, while his other hand raised, condensing a blood crystal dagger.

Three blood-colored throwing knives flew out in a T-formation, shooting straight towards Mona's location.