"I know plenty of people want me dead. They've been waiting a long time." Crick sat in his wheelchair as Amy Wei slowly pushed him along the streets of Keen City. He scanned the pedestrians, using his special ability to search for those with especially low friendliness toward him, while chatting idly. "But I won't let them get their wish so soon. Of course I'll die—but not now."
Amy Wei forced out a smile, nodded, and gave a quiet "Mm."
"I know none of you believe me right now. Every one of you thinks I'm about to die. But let me tell you—I can still hold on for a long time!" Crick said with a smile. Yet as he spoke, he began coughing again. Covering his mouth, he coughed heavily several times, then calmly slipped his hand into his pocket. But Amy Wei had clearly seen the smear of scarlet in his palm.
Her body trembled. It took all her strength to keep the tears from falling.
Crick, however, did not care in the least. He wiped his hand clean inside his pocket, then suddenly pointed at a beggar by the roadside.
"Catch him," he said calmly. "I want to have a talk with him."
The guards immediately moved in from both sides. The beggar's face changed drastically, and he sprang into the air with astonishing agility. He was clearly very alert; rather than fighting like a cornered dog, he hurried to flee. But after only a few steps, a beam of white light struck him in the back, and he fell to the ground trembling.
Crick lowered his glowing wand, coughed softly twice, and smiled as he had the guards lift the "beggar" by his hands and feet and bring him before him.
"The weak electric shock ray has