Chapter 22

While Su Quan was fantasizing about an entire legion of Super Soldiers, Billy, having exhausted all his strength, had already rushed in front of him, using all his might to raise his fist and strike heavily.

"Bang!"

"Watch out! Dodge—uh—" Starlight sheepishly retracted her warning.

Su Quan looked at the fist pressed against his chest and slowly looked up at Billy, whose expression had changed in shock.

"Does it hurt?"

Does it hurt?

The bones are broken, okay?!

Billy couldn't care about the shock and reacted quickly, using his other hand to throw an uppercut directly at Su Quan's face.

You don't hit people in the face. I'm not Homelander, who gives you hats and makes you a father; hitting the face, are you being polite?

Lifting his leg and extending his foot, just as Billy's fist was about to graze his face, he kicked him flying.

A hair's breadth away is the shore that can never be reached!

Watching Billy kicked into the air, about to disappear from sight—

The wind suddenly rose!

Starlight was just about to press down her messy, flying hair when she saw Billy, held by the neck by Su Quan, being lifted up, and she was dumbfounded!

She almost thought her eyes were playing tricks on her!

How is this possible?!

Billy was clearly about to fly out of the alley; how did he end up being pinched in Su Quan's hand like a little chick in the blink of an eye?

Starlight was stunned, Hughie was stunned, and even the person involved, Billy, was stunned!

"You, you're also a speedster?!" Hughie shouted in a daze, immediately thinking of the representative speedster, A-Train.

It was the same when A-Train hit and killed his girlfriend; it was so fast that people couldn't even realize what had happened.

"No, that's not right. You also used heat vision similar to Homelander's to kill people in the nightclub. Why do you have so many abilities? Why can you turn him into a superhuman? You—who exactly are you?!"

Hughie questioned loudly in disbelief, and then—Su Quan gave him a look that made him calm down!

Lowering his head and backing away, his cowardice was so crisp and neat, and his movements were so practiced that it was heartbreaking.