[Catapult] felt a powerful Martial Artist aura pressing down on him, causing his heart and liver to tremble.
This is a suppression of life level!
[Catapult] gulped and took a deep breath, then bolted toward the airport.
"I didn't say anything just now! I'm busy, I'm busy, if there's a problem, find my boss!"
[Catapult] claimed he wasn't acting out of fear but had a daunting responsibility as a partner.
[Cotton Candy] needs to be settled with the rescued people, right?
[Cotton Candy] also needs post-contained object symptoms managed, right?
How could they not gather all the cotton candy formed by the plane, pack it tightly, and let [Cotton Candy] eat it?
If there's any residue left, not meeting his contained object's criteria for containment, then that 800-plus-pound meat mountain could "sugarize" into an 800-plus-pound cotton candy man!
That could be life-threatening!
After all, he is [Cotton Candy]'s most considerate partner...
