Just two hundred meters away, in a street alley, Liu Chong could clearly see a burly Black man forcing a young woman toward the depths of the alley through the gaps between three houses.
Glancing at his watch, he thought, Fifteen minutes until dinner. No problem! He leaped from the second floor, and the two steel plates beneath his feet let him land lightly in the courtyard.
He sprinted toward his destination in great strides. Whenever he encountered an obstacle, he leaped over it steadily, as if there were springs beneath his feet. This was the flying ability Liu Chong had spent three years mastering.
It was just like wearing the Valto Hover Boots from Kamar-Taj.
Although they could not fly very fast, they could easily clear obstacles, and their speed was not slow either. For a distance of only a few hundred meters, Liu Chong reached the mouth of the alley in less than a minute.
His Golden Eyes had been active the whole time. He watched as the Black man successfully snatched the woman's handbag, but he seemed dissatisfied. Rubbing his dark hands together, he leered at the girl.
Liu Chong slapped his forehead. He knew it could not be that simple.
As luck would have it, he had brought along a metal baseball bat from home. It was Uncle George's, and he had grabbed it while he was at it.
Carrying the baseball bat over his shoulder, he swaggered in openly. In truth, every step he took was in midair, one centimeter above the ground. His feet made no sound at all, and he moved like a ghost.
The sky beneath the setting sun was dark, and the alley was even gloomier. The woman could see what was happening at the entrance, but the robber could not