The hunters appeared to be carved from the same mold, their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose cold and stern as iron, with high cheekbones.
They wore jet-black gloves, invading the city like locusts.
Neo looked angry, his feet pressed deep into the skyscraper, and with a powerful kick, he shot out like a cannonball, layers of sonic booms exploding behind him, raising his fist, his body straight as a gun, charging into the midst of the hunters.
In the Virtual World, under Yi Lin's guidance, Neo had become invincible. No hunter was a match for Neo, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of hunters were routed by him alone. Neo's figure was like a drop of white ink on black cloth, clear and glaring.
Bella had been having a strange dream for a long time.
In the dream, there was a fallen middle-aged man, strong, optimistic, humorous, maintaining his integrity, who never sought pleasure in the Green Light District.
He lived in the slums but faced life with positivity.
