"Huh?"
The first to feel something amiss were not the Co-prosperity Seekers, nor the highly algorithmic Robot, but rather the somewhat mysterious and quite nonchalant Interstellar Cowboy.
Jack Klein blocked Walter II's whip-leg, glanced backward, and although the Interstellar Space Station seemed unchanged, he could vaguely sense an eerie source emanating from there.
"Lady, I'd advise you to leave here; otherwise, something bad might happen."
Walter II sneered coldly; her leg's mechanical joint snapped open, and in an instant, dozens of alloy chains shot out. These alloy chains seemed to possess 'Subspace' attributes; once fired, they merged with the space, making them indistinguishable to most.
Jack Klein's alertness heightened dramatically; with a flick of his wrist, a bioelectric-wrapped whip lashed out, frantically striking the space around him, resulting in 'ping pong pang' metallic clashes.
