Lockeby severed one of his own hands.
Without any warning, before anyone could react.
Some of the blood even splattered onto Heisenberg's face.
Heisenberg did not dodge.
He could have dodged, but when the blood splattered, he understood that there was no turning back.
Lockeby had made up his mind.
Even more shocked were Lockeby's subordinates.
Many of them almost forgot to breathe, their minds completely blank.
Why?
This was the question that arose in the first second, but it might never have an answer.
Lockeby picked up the severed left hand, completely ignoring the bleeding stump, and held it up before Pope Edwin, saying, "It was indeed my brother who killed your sacred disciple, but I cannot hand him over, just as your sect wouldn't hand him over."
As he spoke, he glanced at Maurice.
