Obadiah sneered as he activated the small device hidden in his palm. He had already prepared himself before coming in, so now, except for him, the three people in front of him were all immobilized.

The bald leader's expression showed a mix of surprise and fear; things had spiraled out of his control.

A trace of disdain flashed across Obadiah's face as he flicked the ash from his cigar and said contemptuously, "Without science, you're nothing. Just primitive men."

With that, he prepared to leave. He preferred to leave the dirty work of killing to mercenaries; he didn't want blood staining his thirty-thousand-dollar suit jacket.