In the chaotic mall, Lu Xin had already increased his speed to the maximum. His feet lightly skimmed across the walls, railings, and slowly moving escalators. Leaping through the air, he charged toward the countless panicked crowds scattered throughout the mall. Each time he swung the pole, it struck precisely at the knee joint of a man or woman running wildly, easily dislocating it.
After their joints were dislocated, they could only crawl. Some could no longer worry about anything else and simply clutched their legs, crying out in pain.
Because he had used extremely precise force, their joints should be easy to put back afterward. They might just ache for a few days.
Whenever he encountered what seemed to be a couple who had originally been in love and had both been affected, he broke one leg each, then searched for nearby shops. He sent one person inside, quickly pulled down the shop's metal shutter, and locked the other outside.
Watching one of them cry outside the metal shutter while the other shouted from within, Lu Xin felt that his work was very meaningful.
It was also easy to distinguish who had been affected in the chaotic crowd and who was merely panicking. Those affected were all frantically rushing toward their lovers, either chasing them or hugging them tightly. Those who had not been affected were clearly terrified. They either ran wildly in search of an exit or had already hidden themselves.
Clatter, clatter.
Lu Xin had no idea how many people's legs he had broken in just a few minutes.
He knew even less how many couples who had been passionately embracing each other and radiating a sickening sweetness he had separated.
For some reason, while carrying out these rescue efforts, he felt inexplicably good.
*It was probably