Whitey, Immune to Laws

"All troublemakers will be stripped," Whitey said, its mechanical eyes flashing. Its voice seemed to have become a little forceful.

Bu Fang took a step back with the corners of his mouth curved upward slightly. A minute had gone by quickly. He couldn't wait to see Whitey strip these Silver Armor Guards naked.

The onlookers' pupils constricted. They couldn't believe that the puppet would dare to attack. It was strong, but it was no match for a high-grade God. From their brief exchange just now, everyone could tell that its fighting strength was only about the same as a mid-grade God, which was weaker than the captain.

On the other hand, Hu Lu's face was cold. The captain had brushed him aside, and he didn't feel good about it. He didn't depend on his father, but when he found that his dad's name was no longer as useful as before, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.