"Waaah..."
The motorcycle let out a weak, dispirited whine.
After Lu Xin was struck by the Puppet-type ability user's Forced Imitation, the man in the red suit had already rushed out through the warehouse's side door, intending to flee directly. But the motorcycle had barely shot out before it suddenly stalled. No matter how hard he kicked the starter, it only let out one groan after another and refused to start.
"Damn it!"
The man cursed, then abandoned the motorcycle and raised both hands.
He clenched his empty hands, as if he had grabbed something invisible, and his body suddenly sprang upward.
It was as though something were pulling him into the sky.
Unfortunately, his body had only risen a little over a meter from the motorcycle when Lu Xin bizarrely appeared beside him, grabbed him by the calf, and yanked him back down from the air. Once again, he obediently sat astride the motorcycle.
Lu Xin pressed a hand against his shoulder, and the expression on his face finally relaxed.
Mental threads.
Threads formed through mental changes could wrap around a target, allowing objects to be controlled within a certain distance or even moved through the air.
Lu Xin had seen them before on the mentally modified humans who had broken into Satellite City No. 2.
This was the third ability of a Puppet-type ability user, allowing them to move in a way that resembled flight.
But this ability was usually used more often by mentally modified humans.
Puppet-type ability users themselves were relatively heavy, with insufficient reaction and balance, so they rarely used this ability.
Furthermore, when it was used, the mentally modified humans under their control would enter a deep sleep.
"Swish!"
By the time the man was pulled back onto the motorcycle by Lu Xin, his