Black Cocoon covered his eyes, shaking his head and waving his hand, looking like he was receiving red envelopes from relatives during New Year, shouting "No, no," while his actions suggested a welcome resistance.
"Answer me!" Swallowing Silver's pale lips moved.
"Oh, Mr. Swallowing Silver, seeing you still full of spirit after a fight, why not do a set of calisthenics for primary and middle school students? It'd be great for longevity and fitness."
As Black Cocoon spoke, he used a restraint belt to bind Swallowing Silver's waist and lifted his limbs from the ground.
With his arms crossed, he manipulated Swallowing Silver's paralyzed body to do calisthenics, humming "one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four."
Like a coach blowing a whistle during a PE class, supervising students doing exercises.
The atmosphere of deadly combat suddenly relaxed, adding a youthful vibe. Luckily, no one was watching, or Swallowing Silver would have earned another nickname.
