A sense of danger.
Following Yang Ming's gaze, a few citizens of the Guel Alliance walked by with large heads, thick necks, and webbed feet. They were kind and lawful tourists.
A tall, thin old man sat on a floating bench, wearing an ordinary shirt, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.
Yang Ming raised his hand to straighten his collar and said in a deep voice, "Mark him, send a message to Captain Catherine immediately, and tell them it's best to evacuate right away. The bomb in his body might be in an unrestricted state."
"Yes, boss."
Lyu responded quickly.
Yang Ming put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked toward the old man.
The sense of danger grew stronger.
It seemed like a danger that could harm his dermal layer.
Yang Ming seemed to see the old man transform into a fireball explosion, and within a range of hundreds of meters, there were too many innocent civilians.
