But these were just Baldy's conjectures; he received no response whatsoever.
He didn't want to keep silent anymore, thinking it was better to say something here.
It was better to take the initiative to attack; once he did, maybe there would be a chance to find the antidote and not feel so powerless.
So, under the watchful eyes of all, Baldy fixed his gaze on Crescent, his brows furrowing tightly.
"Crescent, I just want to ask you a few questions now. I hope you can answer me truthfully, stop hiding the truth from me."
"What I hate the most is lies, so tell the truth. Was the thing you gave us really the antidote?"
"Could it be that there is no antidote, so you just gave us something random, then lied to us claiming it was the antidote? I really can't think of any other reason."
Crescent slightly narrowed her eyes but soon regained her composure.
Baldy was unexpectedly smart to figure it out that quickly; indeed, it was the case.
