Cheng Xinghai looked at the cuff on his wrist and noticed that Chen Ming also had something similar on his wrist, and asked, "What's this for?"
"It's an extension of my Spiritual Power; you can probably imagine its effects."
"Is it to restrain me?"
Chen Ming nodded, placing his hand on the handle of the wheelchair and said, "Alright, it's time to go."
Cheng Xinghai slightly waved his right wrist, and said, "Haven't you already put restraints on me? Instead of just throwing me into prison or finding somewhere to detain me, where are we going?"
"Even with this thing, I don't feel secure; after all, you're a Psychic. Letting you out alone is too dangerous. I have to keep an eye on you."
Cheng Xinghai asked curiously, "I'm just a Psychic with mental enhancement abilities, why do you think I can escape even if I'm disabled?"
