Buzz, buzz, buzz—the black cloud rolled once more, pouncing towards a terrified woman.
Li Qianxia's speed burst forth, he scooped up the woman and ran, and the black cloud missed its target, turning to pounce toward a small child instead.
No sooner had Li Qianxia put the person down than he kicked off the ground and shot out again, snatching the child away as he grazed past the black cloud.
The black cloud ascended to the ceiling, and the soldiers urgently opened fire, but shooting the dense swarm of mosquitoes was like poking a comforter with needles—what good did it do if it pierced through?
When the black cloud swooped down, the soldiers hesitated to pull the trigger, afraid of harming ordinary people.
The chubby owner picked up a table board, no, upon closer inspection, it was the Crab Boxing Gloves clamping onto the board, roaring as he furiously smashed into the swarm.
With one strike, the tabletop was smeared with blood.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"
