"Should we capture her and bring her back?" the black-clad guard asked with an icy tone.
They had been in the vicinity of Blackwater City for more than a day, but in search of Primary Number Zero, they had spread their forces to various gatherings on the city's outskirts to gather intelligence, all for this very moment.
"No rush," the doctor deliberated briefly, then raised a hand to signal a halt.
Perhaps he could cover the sky with one hand in Grey Iron City, but in Blackwater City, it was impossible to wield the same level of authority.
The locals' regard for his stature was uncertain, let alone for someone who was merely pursuing a "defector" whose factuality was still in debate.
Even if the people of Blackwater City recognized his significance, whether they would obediently find and return the desired target was even more doubtful.
All these uncertainties made it preferable to conduct covert inquiries rather than rely on the people of Blackwater City for assistance.