A group emerged from the Clothing Store, exactly ten people in all.
When they had gone ahead to make tactical arrangements, Green had unexpectedly discovered that the shop where Han Dong had tailored his suit was located right in the "gap."
On a whim, he had forcibly brought everyone here. He had even sought out the owner hiding deep in the basement and had custom-made a suit for each of them.
No mystic arts had been applied. They were simply ordinary suits carrying on human culture, with no ability-enhancing effects.
Green was merely obsessively fixated on this matter, which was why he had forced everyone to come here and give it a try.
"I wasn't very used to human clothing before either, but after trying it, it felt really great.
"After Nicholas brought me to this shop for custom clothes, these human garments that focus on close-fitting comfort really did have a certain 'feel' to them.
"The draftiness from the holes in my body gets nicely covered up, and the finely woven fabric moving across my skin creates an unexpected sense of comfort. It lets the 'impact sensation' travel through my entire body more directly, making hand-to-hand combat feel incredibly satisfying.
"Pretty good, right?"
Green had retained the style Han Dong had customized for him. The exaggerated black-and-white design suited him perfectly.
Pop wore a suit with a dark blue base and a checkered pattern.
Paired with a black tie adorned with starlight motifs, the overall design matched Pop's "galaxy head" exceptionally well.
Pop did not answer the question of comfort. His eyes remained focused on the enemy forces filling the streets and buildings ahead, as well as the two Mythical Bodies radiating immense presences.
His galaxy brain was undergoing High-speed Rotation as it formulated a plan... No matter how