The man smiled at Wanda and Pitro, then turned around and walked away.

"Sister!" Seeing the man's back, Pitro pinched Wanda's hand quickly and ruthlessly, causing Wanda to return to normal.

"What happened to me just now?" Wanda quickly returned to normal, looking around in a confused manner.

"You didn't know what was affected just now!" Pitro said: "It's the man who left."

She turned her eyes to the side, and Wanda saw the door where the man leaned against, scribbling in bright paint, 'Don't enter'.

The man smiled at Wanda and Pitro again, and walked in.

"Follow and take a look!" Wanda decided.

"Sister, is there really no problem? I'll run in quickly." Pitro knew how fast he was. It might be possible that in just one second, it could completely solve everything.

"You can wait here for a while." Pitro decided to speak like this. Although Wanda was his sister, she was only a few seconds earlier than Pitro. In life, Pitro has always taken care of her.

Immediately, he disappeared from the spot without caring about Wanda's reaction.

Pitro's speed is very fast, and even as he grows older, it has accelerated. Although he has not reached the future of hundreds of thousands of kilometers, and can travel around the past and future within a month at will. But the current speed is not something that ordinary people can see with the naked eye.

The door of the room opened and closed quickly, and Pitro maintained his speed, a normal person who could not see him.

Pitro into the room, which was a storage room. He looked back, because he heard a faint moan.

He followed the man and walked without realizing that he was being followed.

The man walked through the storage room, ignored the person who was now kissing crazy, and then opened the room again and came to another dance floor in the bar.

The man didn't care much about this matter, but Pitro felt embarrassed.

As adolescent and the first time he came to the bar, he was shocked by the crazy scene in the bar for the first time and felt that he had really come to the adult world. He always felt that there was a strange substance in the air that was infecting his senses.

The man continued to walk, and Pitro carefully kept track of him at his speed.

In fact, Pitro always felt that he had been exposed. He didn't know why he thought so, but he just felt this way.

Once again, passing a long dance floor, the man walked out of the back door of the bar.

Because he had to wait for the man to open the door and walk outside, Petrou opened the distance between himself and the man.

After the man walked out, Pitro waited for two more seconds before stepping out of the gate. Unlike the lineups of people coming and going in the front door, there was no one in the back door. The entire street was empty. There were only two people standing at the door, looking like they were discussing something.

One of them is the blonde man Pitro stalked by him, and the other is the old Asian man with black hair.

The blonde man finally said something, and then turned around with the Asian old man and looked at Pitro.

"What's your name?"

The blonde man turned around and smiled. The street was a dim light shining on the dirty road. There were piles of discarded wires, broken glass disco flashes on the back door of the bar, and discarded pigment cans.

"Petro, Pitro Maximov." Pitro seemed to have been bewitched, subconsciously stopped running quickly, showed his figure, and spoke.

"It's a good name." The man walked towards him, carefully crossing the bottle and vomit on the ground. Under the dim light, he looked a little translucent, faded, like an angel.

‘It should be a pleasure to make him fall in love with him.’ Pitro unconsciously passed this thought in his heart. But the next moment, he realized that he had a problem.

"What did you do to me?" He looked at the man alertly.

"What did I do to you?" He laughed, covering his mouth with his hands. His arm seemed to be wearing wrist guards, just under the mouth of his sleeves. But when he got close enough, ordinary people realized that it was not wrist guards at all, but a tattoo printed into the skin, spreading from the neck of his hand and it seemed to be a strange spell.

"I want to fuck you! And the little girl beside you." The man was reflected in Pitro's eyes with an evil smile. After the man said that, Pitro felt that the special feeling in his body became stronger and stronger. A kind of power was infiltrating his body, and a stream of air was running regularly at a rapid speed.

"I really didn't expect that once the mutant uses Qi's mind method, he would develop such a strong Qi from the beginning." The man's voice exclaimed: "If it weren't for the insider in the Hunter Association, he wouldn't have thought of such a way to use the contractors looking for Digimon to expand the number of strange people, and each qualification would be selected from thousands!"

"You..." Pitro subconsciously felt that it was not good. He was still a teenager, but the first thing he thought of was running away.

But at this time, he could not finish his words. The man rushed towards him at a speed as fast as lightning, then stretched out his hand and hit him in the chest.

If he were an ordinary human, he would have fallen to the ground. However, Pitro subconsciously used his mutant ability and quickly avoided the man's slap. He staggered and avoided the attack.

"I forgot your speed." The man smiled and spoke, then flipped his wrist and there was something in his hand. A whip emitting white light.

The whip was whipped off, and his forehead wrapped around Pitro's ankle as if he was conscious and pulled him down.

Bang!

Pitro fell to the ground, and then rolled around because of his strength. He fell to the ground.

The whip trapped on me seemed to be spiritual, and no matter how Pitro struggled, it would be useless.

This made his heart sank. You should know that as a mutant, his body is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Even if it is the impact of a comminuted fracture of a normal person, there will be no reaction on him.

The blonde man walked to Pitro's side, then smiled, stood and looked down at him. Then he pulled a whip and threw it to the nearest cement street light. When in the air, Pitro's rope automatically tied his wrist.

Pitro struggled during this process, but it was still hopeless and helpless. He could only watch himself tied up!
Chapter completed!