"Yoi... net... thi... benafectr..."

"What do you mean?" Malcolm asked, curiosity piqued, his analytical mind already processing Adrian's words.

Adrian took a breath, his expression remaining calm and measured. "Sorry if I sounded rude," he said, keeping his tone respectful. "What I meant was that Sezar probably received some sort of enhancement from the Mastermind—a power-up, a trick, or something similar. After all, she is a mad scientist. She's known for twisting creatures into something far worse or powerful. So, please consider that when planning."

Malcolm's sharp eyes studied Adrian for a moment, then he gave a short nod, impressed by the boy's insight. "Ah, I see. Good deduction."