Chapter 170 The Apprentice Of Huxley

• Antoine was utterly defeated; his hands and feet were shattered beyond use, rendering him helpless. Even moving a few inches was a monumental effort.
• “Go ahead... Ask whatever you want to,” Antoine muttered, his voice tinged with resignation. He no longer had the will to fight, merely awaiting the inevitable end.
• Huxley's voice was calm and probing. “How did you manage to escape? Even PN00001 wouldn't have made it out without outside help.”