"Ouch, she really is poisoned!"
The elders around the scene were startled and kept stepping back.
Someone even took out their phone to call for an ambulance.
William Cole crouched down, grabbed the middle-aged woman's hand, and pulled her aside.
"Whoosh—!"
A black centipede crawled out from beneath her.
"A centipede!"
"A big centipede!"
"How can there be a centipede here?"
The elders around them retreated, their faces filled with horror.
This park is regularly treated with pesticides, and insects are driven away; you couldn't even find mosquitoes, let alone centipedes.
The ponds in the park were treated by professionals to handle insect eggs, so there were no mosquitoes. How could such a large centipede appear?
"Ah, the centipede is coming this way!" A panic-stricken old lady shouted as the centipede that ran out from under the middle-aged woman charged toward her.
"Whoosh!"
William's gaze darkened as he flicked his fingertip, launching a silver needle.
"Pfft!"