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At Shibuya Crossing, an average of 3,000 to 4,000 people pass with each change of the traffic light, totaling about half a million each day.
Storm appeared there, landing right in the center of the intersection.
"Beep—" A taxi crossing the road honked its horn frantically.
Storm glanced over, flicked his finger, and a gust of wind shot out.
Hissss! Bang!
The taxi was cleaved in two by the wind, whizzing past Storm and slamming into the crowd waiting at the red light, causing an explosion.
Bright red blood, still-beating organs, charred bodies, burnt faces...
"Ahh!!!" Screams soared to the heavens.
Storm looked at the loudest screaming woman, sneered, and flicked his finger again—
Bang!
His right cheek caved in as if struck by a punch, and he was sent flying, crashing into the Daisheng Hall bookstore.
Storm lay among the bookshelves, a copy of "Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun" with a red cover falling onto his face.
