"Jiang-ge." Huai Yi eagerly climbed into the driver's seat. The first thing he did was buckle his seat belt, then he asked, "We... where are we going next?"
"Back first," Jiang Cheng said, looking up.
"Oh, okay."
"Come out," the man in the cowboy hat said. "They're all gone."
A short figure emerged from behind the abandoned car. It was a boy, and he looked pretty cute as long as he didn't speak. "What took you so long? No. 2, I bet you were slacking off." The boy gazed in the direction the others had left and complained.
"Why were you hiding?" No. 2 adjusted his cowboy hat and turned to look at him.
The boy straightened up, putting on an air of deep wisdom, and sighed. "No. 2, there are some things I could tell you, but you might not understand. Once you reach my level, you'll get it."
"I see." No. 2 rubbed his chin and casually snapped his fingers.
The next moment, the boy's expression changed in an instant. His arms and legs began moving in concert, dancing against his will. His moves were seductive, and to top it off, his hand reached for his pants as if he were about to take them off.
"Holy crap!" The boy panicked. Spinning around like a ballet dancer, he shouted at No. 2, "What are you doing? Can't we just talk this out?"
With delicate, graceful steps, he made his way toward the crowd of zombie-like people. No. 2 acted as though he hadn't heard him. He took out his phone, opened the camera, and snapped pictures of the boy.
As the crowd drew closer, cold sweat broke out across the boy's forehead. His ability wasn't suited for combat. The only reason he was standing there unharmed was