United States, New York.
After returning to Earth, Wu Heng once again set foot at the intersection of West 42nd Street, Seventh Avenue, and Broadway—the location of Times Square.
He strolled slowly down the street, looking around.
People of this era seemed to have gone through too many upheavals in too short a time. Coupled with the fact that they had yet to recover from the grief of the Origin Sea's disappearance, their spirits were somewhat low.
Past the giant screens outside the buildings of Times Square lay the shopping district, where nearly forty malls were gathered.
The entrance of one shop was suddenly forced open, and three young men were fleeing at full speed, pursued by the clerks and owner. Yet judging by the situation, the pursuers did not dare chase too closely.
At that moment, the owner pulled out a gun.
When the masked young man glanced back and saw this, he was instantly scared out of his wits.
"Damn it, he pulled out a weapon!" the young man shouted.
They had merely come to stock up for free within the allotted limit. Why was someone pointing a gun at them? There were plenty of ordinary tourists here too—was the owner insane?
Though he was not sure whether the man would fire, faced with a gun, the young man wished he could grow two more legs and run even faster!
The other two companions heard him and quickened their pace at the same time.
But the sound of a bolt being racked had already rung out.
As the anxious young man sprinted madly, his face flushed crimson from the strain. Then, two bizarre arms abruptly sprouted from either side of his body.
Those two arms instinctively grabbed hold of the two companions beside him.
His neck began to