After seeing the man enter the house, Su Ming rummaged through his waist pouch and pulled out a miniature Doctor Doom. It was a small drone invented by Victor, or rather, a shrunken-down Doom Bot.
Though it was about the size of a toy soldier and not the smallest or most advanced model, its larger size meant it had more comprehensive functions. From stealth reconnaissance to combat, it was proficient at everything, and it could even use prerecorded magic.
Su Ming tossed it out, having it turn invisible and cling to the outside of the farmhouse window to spy on what was happening inside and broadcast it to the others.
In the brief moment they had looked away, the Milkman had already "invited" the entire family to the dining table. He displayed incredible speed and strength, carrying everyone down from the second floor in the blink of an eye.
The smiling civilians slumped crookedly in their chairs, rather restless as they tried to leave the dining room and return upstairs. The Milkman opened his mouth and exhaled milky-white frost, freezing all five family members to their respective seats.
This was a family of three generations: two elderly people, two middle-aged adults, and one teenager.
They were all still grinning foolishly, completely unaware of what they were facing. Or rather, whoever was controlling their bodies from behind the scenes simply did not care.
After pinning them to their chairs with his freezing breath, the Milkman arranged the chairs and their occupants around the table, switched on the kitchen light, and stood to one side, rubbing his hands with a smile like a waiter at an upscale restaurant.
"Don't worry, I'll help you. Please wait a moment. I'll go make breakfast right away."
With that, his gaze swept over the kitchen counter.