Blue Owl walked down from the truck, raised his head, and nonchalantly walked towards Lester.
As he moved forward, he cast sidelong glances upwards.
At this moment, every tall building's advertisement screen displayed the same scene, centered on the intersection.
The expanding camera lens focused on Blue Owl, his red and blue helmet radiating sharpness and impact, with a mocking yet calm gaze behind the mask.
The intersection connected four bustling commercial streets, brilliantly lit, with pedestrians stopping behind traffic lights, capturing the scene with their smartphones from a distance.
"Have you seen this superhero before?"
"It's rare to see such a color scheme on a battle suit, it's like he's afraid of not being seen."
"Look at his helmet, it looks kind of like Qing Ya."
"Qing Ya? That unlucky thing has imitators? I thought today's superheroes would try to avoid resembling him."
"But he looks quite handsome, doesn't he?"
