"Where did you get the prohibited drugs in your hands?"
He Ao gazed at the figures in front of him, his eyes sweeping over the pockets they carried, speaking softly.
"Sir," the man with the mechanical right arm looked at He Ao, his brows furrowed, "Don't you think you're meddling a bit too much?"
As he spoke, the two figures standing behind him also reached into their waists, gripping their gun handles.
Scattered raindrops pattered down, forming a dense curtain of rain before both parties.
He Ao watched the scene calmly, raising his hand.
The man with the mechanical right arm instantly tensed his body, a faint glow flickering on his mechanical arm.
But at that moment, He Ao's hand paused.
He lifted his head, looking at the curtain of rain before him.
An extremely faint orange-gray glow flickered deep in his pupils.
At this moment, in his field of view, there was not only that slender curtain of rain but also countless long, slender, invisible 'lines' filling his vision.
