Pulling herself out of shock, the mayor quickly called Dean. The moment he picked up the call, she rose to her feet.
"Stop the attack. Make sure neither the boy nor the rest of his family is hurt, by all means!" she ordered fiercely.
"The plans should already be done by now," Dean replied. The mayor grew pale.
"The Pendragons are asking for him and his family?! How do you explain to them that you killed him without having a dragon in our clouds!"
"What?!" Dean's eyes narrowed when he heard the mayor say that. He swiftly dialed Scott's number, sweat beads appearing on his temples.
Meanwhile, Mr. Scott sat in his house, facing the floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of wine in his right hand. He leaned comfortably on a sofa, crossing one leg over the other.
The senior doctor had sent his summon to the scene. Currently, he could see through the eyes of a pale white bat soaring above skyscrapers. It had luminous blue eyes and one short blue horn.
