Zuo Bai was now half-kneeling in the trunk, one foot inside, one foot out, his posture slightly awkward, about to complete the final touches of the "packaging."
He was caught off guard by the sudden cry of "Justice Judgement!" from behind him!
It was like the most malicious virus code, instantly invading his auditory receptors.
"???"
Zuo Bai was taken aback.
He reacted quickly, his semi-mechanical body displaying astounding coordination.
He swiftly turned around to face the incoming Night Watcher, his two high-precision electronic eyes immediately adjusting to extreme capture mode, taking 30 shots per second.
He tried to penetrate that pitch-black mask, to see clearly who was behind that erratic face.
But all he saw was an endless darkness, and the iron fist of justice emerging from under the black robe, aiming straight at his invaluable, optimally improved handsome face with a vicious direct attack.
