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“You seem to really hate Digimon,” Zhao Jie remarked as he gestured for Angewomon to move toward Zhou Jie’s position. Just now, Zhou Jie had shown him a remote control—it might be the key to operating the device imprisoning the Black Tyrannomon.

If he could get hold of that remote, there might be a chance to free Tyrannomon.

“Heh...” Zhou Jie paid no mind to the approaching Angewomon. Upon hearing Zhao Jie’s words, he neither denied nor refuted them, but simply nodded in agreement.

“That’s right. I hate Digimon. I wish every single one of them would just die out!” His venomous words were spoken with a detached tone, his emotions barely wavering.

“Why?” Zhao Jie pressed on, genuinely curious about why this Digimon Tamer would utter such hatred.

“Why? Why!” Zhou Jie’s voice grew unhinged. “No reason. I just want them dead. I want them all wiped out!”

A mad smile twisted across his face as he lifted his foot off the remote control. His dark eyes fixed on the Black Tyrannomon trapped inside the device.

“Now’s my chance!” Angewomon, who had been slowing down, suddenly surged forward the moment Zhou Jie moved his foot. In an instant, she was before him.

“No!” Zhou Jie snapped back to his senses and lunged forward, clearly unwilling to give up the remote.

“Get lost.” Angewomon waved her hand, releasing a powerful force from her palm that hurled Zhou Jie into the air. If he fell from that height, even if he survived, he’d surely lose half his life in the process.

“Caw!” Coromon struggled and took flight again, catching Zhou Jie mid-air before he crashed down with a heavy thud.

After this, Coromon could no longer maintain its mature form. Its body shrank, reverting to the small crow form Zhao Jie had seen before.

“Get lost!” Zhou Jie got up, his expression cold as he glanced disdainfully at the weakened Coromon and kicked it aside without mercy.

A pitiful cry escaped the little crow’s beak. Its eyes brimmed with sorrow as it lay on the ground, staring at Zhou Jie’s back.

But Zhou Jie didn’t spare it another glance; his dark gaze shifted to Zhao Jie, who now held the remote.

“Give me the remote,” he demanded, his eyes locked onto Zhao Jie’s.

“Heh...” Zhao Jie naturally ignored the command. If such words had any power, he wished Zhou Jie would just send him out of this base.

But was that possible?

Holding the compact remote, which had just two buttons—start and stop—clear and simple.

“Let’s end this.” Without hesitation, Zhao Jie pressed the stop button.

Clatter...

The device imprisoning Tyrannomon emitted a piercing noise. The transmission of digital energy accelerated several-fold after Zhao Jie pressed the button.

“Roar! Roar!” The Black Tyrannomon’s cries grew more agonized as the container, designed to hold a complete Digimon, bulged outward from its repeated impacts.

It seemed like any second now it would break free.

“How is this possible?!” Zhao Jie stared at the remote, stunned.

Wasn’t that the stop button?

Why did it speed up the energy transmission instead?

“Hahaha...”

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