I glared at them, then whispered into Raffles’s ear, “Go and tell Harry. Get him to figure out a way to punch the right eye of the guy next to the fatty. It must be his right eye!”

I let go of Raffles, who looked confused. I grabbed him by his scarf and pushed him out. Then, I recalled something and pulled him back again. Staring into his grayish-blue eyes above his mask, I added, “He is a metahuman! Don’t let him use his superpower.”

Raffles stared at me in shock. It was obviously a tough mission.

I pushed him out again. He walked out, surprised and bewildered, and he kept turning back to look at me. Then, he whispered into Harry’s ears, his eyes carefully measuring He Lei up and down.

Harry’s amber eyes popped. He first turned...