Chapter 461 Anesthetic

"If your plan is to get rid of Anthony permanently, well...I think I can help you with that." Zachary took a sidelong glance at Polly, ignoring the rage in her expression.

"I'd rather not, thanks!" Polly replied almost instantly as she tossed her head, annoyed.

"Fair enough, but are you really sure that you can kill him all by yourself?" Zachary tilted his head slightly as he looked at her askance.

"I don't think that's any of your business!" Polly retorted, eyes blazing with stubbornness. He'd hit a nerve and she knew it; there was just no possible way that she, in her current level of strength, would be able to kill Anthony by herself.

"Is it?" Zachary raised his eyebrow, smirking at her. "I'd think about it, if I were you. I'm sure that Anthony's out there just rearing to take the chance to nail me first. What I didn't expect was that he'd try to trap you and dangle you as bait. It's a little insulting, isn't it? If we work together, you'd get the opportunity to get back at him the same way, you know." Zachary grinned, a cunning gleam in his eye as he waited for her reaction.

Polly stared for a moment before she stamped her foot in frustration. "What are you talking about?! I don't get it!" She knew he was up to something, but just what that something was remained elusive to her.

"We were there for less than an hour, Polly," Zachary explained patiently, like he was talking to a child. "And I'm pretty sure that they'll reach us soon. Now, what do you think their reaction will be if they see you, poor, hurt Polly, recuperating all on your own? Are you getting what I'm saying?" Zachary smirked at her, his gaze meaningful.

"You want to use me to catch them off guard and get them with their defenses down!" Polly said, divining what he had in mind.

"Exactly. Look, you haven't fully recovered yet. You better make most of whatever time you've got left to heal up. We're going to be up to our eyeballs in fighting later." Zachary quickly urged her, nodding. He was well aware that he was more than powerful enough to take care of Anthony's group on his own, but he couldn't expose his true strength right now, especially not in front of Polly.

"Hang on a minute. If I'm just the bait here, then it doesn't matter to you one bit if I heal or not!" Polly suddenly snapped, indignantly staring at him.

"Well, alright then! That's up to you. I'm just saying that if you're not up to full capacity, I'm not going to be around to look after you. I mean if they catch you again, I'm not taking the time to save you for a second time. I don't help people who don't help themselves." Zachary rolled his eyes, smiling at her.

"Excuse you, but don't you dare think for one second that I need to be saved by you!" Polly snapped back, rolling her eyes right back at him as she drew out two green therapeutic pills. She resolutely swallowed them and put her complete attention to healing her wounds.

As Polly focused on rapid healing, Zachary also began h

lied no mercy. "Anyone who dares to hurt my woman will end up like that waste of space there. And that's only the beginning." He bestowed a hard, cold glance at the green-robed disciple.

"I'm not your woman!" Polly cried indignantly, her voice shrill as she scowled at him.

"Oh come on, I just said that to look cool..." Zachary grinned as he winked at her. "Give me a break, doll face."

Polly gaped at him, torn between relief and the unadulterated urge to slap the smirk off his face.

"You spineless little ingrate, you're dead!!" In spite of his injury, the disciple still found the strength to glare balefully at Zachary. He struggled to get up and lunge at him, but he barely took two steps before the world around him spun and his legs gave out from under him.

"Did you really think I was going to give you a chance to get back up?" Zachary raised an eyebrow with a calm smile. A thin layer of green liquid gleamed ominously from the tip of the spear.

"You...!" Choking the rest of his words in a rattling gargle, the green-robed disciple collapsed completely.

At this, the remaining disciple immediately fled from Polly's side as fast as his legs could take him.

"What did you do?" Polly couldn't help asking, curiously staring at the unconscious disciple.

"Nothing serious, really; just little bit of my home-made anesthetic. Want to give it a try? It's quite effective. The only problem is that it's a paralytic too. You won't be able to move for at least a day and a night with this thing." Zachary waved the spear tip at her.

"What the hell, no! Get that thing away from me!" Polly shuddered, cringing away from the spear and realizing that there was just no understanding the way Zachary's mind worked.

Anthony, having listened to all of this, only felt his rage grow further by the second. Zachary had taken down two of his men without even breaking a sweat. Livid, he roared, "You must be tired of being alive, you worthless worm! You'll pay for this!"