Barehanded head explosions!
For the two little punks, it was far too thrilling—so thrilling that their bodies trembled nonstop.
Then the two screamed and hurried out of the apartment building, running into a secluded alley.
Ahead of them, the flickering lights at the mouth of the alley and the passing silhouettes of pedestrians were full of life.
They were just about to run toward them.
When both their shoulders suddenly sank.
Looking over, they saw that a white man in a baseball cap and plaid shirt had somehow appeared beside them.
He had even thrown an arm around each of their shoulders as if they were old friends.
"Where are you going? Didn't you just say you were going to throw me into a dumpster?"
Azu glanced at a dumpster not far away.
The two black men's teeth chattered.
The one with earrings said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
"Please don't kill me!"
The other black man said, "I'm not with them."
"Sir, please let me go."
Azu smiled, gave their necks a shake, then casually tossed them away.
The two black men first flew into the air, then fell from a great height, finally crashing into the dumpster in twisted poses.
Azu clapped his hands and walked out of the alley as if nothing had happened. Then he took out his phone and called Ashley.
"Clean up some trash for me."
A few days passed in the blink of an eye.
Over those days, Super-related crime in the city skyrocketed.
Because The Seven had stopped their hero activities, Super criminals had grown bolder and more ruthless, escalating their major crimes and keeping New York's police force frantically busy.
Every day, Seven Tower received mountains of requests for assistance. But since Azu had not given the word, Ashley did not