"Goo-goo, ga-ga!" The sound, resembling that of an unidentified penguin, echoed.
Ji Minghuan didn't think much of it. He put on his shoes and went out the door.
After a while, he was swinging with the restraint belt, like a bird in flight, flapping its wings above Li Jing. The belt, like wings painted with ink, fluttered with his silhouette as he moved toward the city center.
Flying in the sky like this, it didn't take long for him to spot Swallowing Silver's figure.
At this moment, this Mutant wearing a silver-white uniform was speeding through the air, metal vents on his legs and back spewing flames. The frenetic airflow propelled him forward like a charging buffalo.
Ji Minghuan silently raised his right hand, and from his palm extended a snake-like restraint belt that, from a kilometer away, firmly bound the fugitive superpower criminal.
Seeing this scene, Swallowing Silver turned his head in shock.
