"What have you done!"
Accompanied by roars of anger, Mephist raised his gun, aiming it at Fang Zheng standing before him. Meanwhile, Neo and Trinity were also greatly surprised. They had never expected to see the Prophet's corpse in such a situation... or rather, they had never thought that the Prophet could be killed.
"I simply rid us of a phony old woman. Why are you so surprised?"
Yet, faced with the nearby muzzle, Fang Zheng didn't even glance at Mephist. He grinned, looking intently at the creator, whose expression changed unpredictably as he stared at the fallen head of the Prophet at his feet. The aged face, with eyes half-closed, seemed completely unaware of its impending death, displaying a bewildered expression.
Watching the Prophet's head, the creator remained silent for a moment before looking again at Fang Zheng.
"So... you came here to kill me?"
"You got that right."
Fang Zheng snapped his fingers.