181 A Miserable Victory

Moby suddenly closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

'It seems like my sin-mode is about to run out, it's almost been 5 minutes,'

He was not sure if when he lost his sin-mode in mid-air, he would fall down and get injured and he was not willing to take his chances because he indeed did think it would have been the case.

As he looked at Nags's unconscious body, squirming around and transforming in his right hand, Moby's face could not help but smile even more. 

According to the information he had gotten prior, the top 3 seats of the gang were the only people allowed to see the boss. Nags being the 3rd seat meant that he also knew such information. So, if he had met up with their boss in the last 2 weeks he would be able to both spy on their home of operations and their boss's face using his memory manipulation. And even if that was not the case, the amount he could extract from simple questioning would be immense.