C472 One Punch

Ye Ling was barely a meter away from the bald man when he reached out, only to grasp at thin air.

His hand was mere centimeters from Ye Ling's smooth, fair cheek, yet it might as well have been miles. An insurmountable chasm lay between them.

What was happening?

Confusion flickered through the bald man's mind.

Everything had been unfolding just as he'd planned, without a single hitch.

"Boss.