Tyrant's movements immediately slowed. He struggled desperately, trying to shake off the snake-like streams of water, but it was useless.
Before long, one of the snake-like streams crawled onto his face and slipped into his mouth.
Tyrant's body stiffened. Then, as if struck by electricity, he began convulsing violently—this lasted for roughly a dozen seconds before his massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Dead?"
"No, just frozen stiff." Candle Dragon looked at Sun Hang. "Cold? Want to borrow my scarf?"
Sun Hang glanced at the thick wool scarf. A thin layer of frost had already formed over the fabric, and the chill it gave off far surpassed the surrounding air... Wrapping that thing around his neck would probably have the opposite effect.
"Forget it. One man lending a scarf to another man just feels kind of gay." Sun Hang flatly refused.
"Haha, fair enough." Candle Dragon laughed heartily—compared to the icy nature of his ability, his personality was surprisingly cheerful and sunny.
After the two chatted for a while, Tianshu Tower's special forces finally arrived in a hurry. Dozens of soldiers clad in black armor poured into the alley and cordoned off the scene with barrier tape. Then, a helicopter descended from the sky. Two soldiers in heavy powered armor stuffed the immobile Tyrant into a coffin-like container and carried it aboard.
A researcher with disheveled hair and a white lab coat that clearly had not been washed in weeks hurried over. After scanning the scene, he fixed his gaze on Sun Hang and Candle Dragon.
"You're Sun Hang, the registered hunter from Tianfu City, right?" the researcher asked as he approached.
"That's me." Sun Hang nodded.
"Um, due to this unexpected incident, Tianshu Tower has decided to temporarily suspend the first stage of