"Is that a dragon... a dragon?"
After leaving the movie theater, Black Wukong gazed down from atop the Somersault Cloud, observing the situation on Luo Dehua Commercial Street from a hundred meters above.
She furrowed her brows and stared at the dragon emerging from the broken clock tower, murmuring to herself.
"Could it be... Yongzhu?"
After a brief pause, she looked around. Those clad in black ninja gear seemed to be restraining the dragon with a strange horn sound.
If Ke Yongzhu was indeed a dragon, then the purpose of these ninjas was clear.
Black Wukong didn't have time to think about what was happening, as her attention was drawn to a figure on Luo Dehua Commercial Street.
From the right side of Luo Dehua Commercial Street, a figure in a black tailcoat with a blood-red V-shaped mask on his face was approaching.
"Black Judge?"
