But looking at Zhu Haomiao's features that were even more immature than his own, and that unhideable sense of youthfulness, Muriel Frankel had no choice but to give up the wishful thinking.
If there was really any cheating, the organizing committee would have intervened long ago...
I've heard that there are quite a few monsters in the Shanghai district; maybe he's one of them.
Deeply remembering the name Zhu Haomiao, Muriel Frankel's mind moved, and the open visor closed automatically, with two slender red lights shining from the eyes.
"The mobile squad teams around several strategic points will be here soon! Hold on!"
Issuing a command over the internal channel, Muriel Frankel's mechanical wings unfolded from her back, with vector nozzles at the wingtips shooting out sword-shaped flames as she soared straight into the sky like a rocket.
"Run, damn it!"
Seeing this pesky fly again, Zhu Haomiao got anxious, leaping forward in a single step, trying to knock her down.
