"Boss! Have you lost your mind? The door's over there!" Jessica shouted as she watched Yang Ming suddenly charge toward the closed window on the second floor.
"Watch the bar! If you sneak any of my booze, I'll dock a year's pay!"
Yang Ming had no time to explain. Fifteen minutes to get from Hell's Kitchen to Queens-he would never make it by car, even if he ran every red light.
He shoved the window open, his pitch-black trench coat snapping in the night wind.
"Eight Gates, First Gate, Gate of Opening-open!"
Boom!
A surge of violent bioelectric current instantly broke through the limits imposed by his cerebral cortex. The muscles in Yang Ming's legs swelled, and the solid wooden window frame shattered beneath his feet.
He shot into New York's dark night sky like a black cannonball fired from its barrel.
In midair, he unleashed Observation Haki, one of the three types of Haki, to its fullest extent!
The outlines of every building within fifty meters, the wind direction, even the faint currents in the high-voltage power lines formed an incredibly precise three-dimensional map in his mind.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Yang Ming leaped madly across the rooftops of New York's densely packed high-rises. Every landing left a spiderweb-shaped crater in the rooftop concrete.
He moved so fast that only a blurred afterimage remained in the darkness. Even the street surveillance cameras could capture nothing but a strange gust of wind.
Meanwhile, on Queens Boulevard in Queens.
Beneath the dim yellow streetlights, the night breeze carried a slight chill. Ben Parker drove his old Ford sedan, his brow furrowed as he kept looking around for Peter.
"Where on earth did that boy go..." Uncle Ben sighed, about to pull over and call May.
Suddenly, a blond, blue-eyed man in a