"Logan Latio," Turing spoke, his voice had an electronic tone. "You're more cautious than I expected. You didn't fight Black directly. You're very calm."
Logan took out an encrypted communicator and a half-burned secret letter from his space ring and placed them on the metal table. "If these things were made public, they would only make Black desperate."
"As long as I still have them, Black won't sleep a single night." Logan tapped the table with his fingers and smiled. "Why would I give him a quick death? Let me slowly torture him, and make him my sharpening stone. Isn't that better?"
When Turing heard Logan actually compared Black to his own sharpening stone, his data flow in the eyes suddenly surged wildly.
He extended an arm made of electricity, touched the letter, and read a lot of information.
