"We still have time to run. My War Rig has helium boosters. Immortan Joe's convoy can't catch us."
Capable was nowhere near as relaxed as Andrew. She shouted, "And I wasn't joking earlier. They really do eat people."
"I told you, you have nothing to worry about."
Andrew waved a hand. Looking at the gun in his hand, he wondered whether to recreate an iconic scene—shoot himself, then catch the bullet.
After some thought, Andrew abandoned the idea. It was a little too edgy, and foreigners wouldn't understand the saying that speed alone was unbeatable anyway. He pulled a sniper rifle from behind his back and tossed it to Peter. "Fly up into the sky in a minute and snipe those people."
"You want me to kill people?"
Peter jumped. He had never imagined he would have to kill someone on his very first day as a superhero.
"Eliminating evil is doing good. Those scumbags all deserve to die."
Andrew didn't need Peter's help. He was simply taking the opportunity to train him.
Seeing Peter still hesitate, Andrew called to the five beautiful women, "Go over there and tell him about the terrible things Immortan Joe has done."
"There are far too many. If this world has a hell, then Immortan Joe must be the Demon King of Hell."
The pregnant blonde spat the words out hatefully. Andrew scoffed. Someone like that wanted to be the Demon King of Hell?
While the five women persuaded Peter, Andrew walked over to Max, grabbed the chain, and ripped it apart with brute force.
Capable and Max stared wide-eyed. Breaking a chain with his bare hands—was he even human? No, was he even a magician?
"What are your names?" Andrew asked.
"My nickname is Capable."
"I know you're capable," Capable said, "but with