Bamboo Dragonfly.
The difference is, this is a metal dragonfly.
As the young lad peeked around, Chu River gently rubbed the metal dragonfly in his palm—
The next second, her phone vibrated lightly, emitting a series of consecutive prompts. The metal dragonfly, set in motion by her rubbing, was propelled into the air, momentarily hovering before swiftly spinning its blades and circling around the room.
Chu River thought for a moment, then pointed to the dining table beside her, "Go under there."
The young lad was taken aback but promptly dove under the dining table without a word.
In less than three seconds, the top of the metal dragonfly, still flying and spinning above, suddenly flashed with a rapid red light, emitting a slight buzzing sound.
"Beep beep beep..."
