The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Zhang Yi's arms were clamped tightly by two well-trained bodyguards, one on the left and one on the right. Their palms were like iron clamps, firmly locking his wrists and elbows, making him unable to move.

Although Zhang Yi tried his best to break free, he was just an ordinary person after all. Faced with such confinement, he had almost no power to resist.

However, as he watched the figure moving farther and farther away and about to disappear, a strong desire arose in his heart for no reason.

This feeling was like a burning flame, constantly devouring his heart and making him unable to ignore it.

He wanted to chase after that person and ask him his name again!

Zhang Yi's pupils suddenly contracted, and he tried his best to break free from the restraints, but the difference in strength between the two was too great, and he could not shake the two bodyguards at all.

His breathing became heavy and his heartbeat quickened rapidly, as if all the blood in his body was boiling at this moment.

He needs power, more power!

Zhang Yi's eyes became firm and fiery, with only one thought in his mind: I must not let that person leave like this!

Just at this moment, when the man was about to disappear in the crowd, Zhang Yi suddenly felt a sense of strength for some unknown reason.

This power seemed to come from deep within the heart, like an enraged beast, or like a surging torrent, instantly breaking through the restraints of the body.

Zhang Yi's eyes widened, his teeth clenched, veins popped out on his forehead, and his face flushed red. He used all his strength and continued to exert force. Finally, after a burst of severe pain, he successfully broke free of one hand!

Without further hesitation, he kicked the other bodyguard's calf hard, and the bodyguard let go in pain.

Zhang Yi took the opportunity to break free and ran towards the figure.

"Wait for me!"

However, after running a few steps, he felt dizzy and his body was shaky. The struggle just now caused him to be exhausted.

But he wiped the sweat off his forehead and forced himself to squeeze through the crowd to catch up.

Zhang Yi shouted as he rushed forward. His eyes were fixed on the figure, afraid of losing it. There were waves of complaints from the crowd, but he had no time to pay attention.

Suddenly, he saw a fork in the road ahead, and a figure turned left. Zhang Yi sped up and was about to catch up, but at this moment, a motorcycle sped past and blocked his way.

Zhang Yi cursed and had to stop. After the motorcycle passed, he found that he had lost the target.

"Damn it!" He punched the wall in frustration. Did he miss it just like that?

Just when Zhang Yi felt desperate, he heard a familiar voice coming from not far away.

"Why did you follow me?"

Zhang Yi turned his head suddenly and saw the silver-haired man standing at the door of a coffee shop with a surprised expression on his face.

"Finally found you..." Zhang Yi panted and walked up to the other person.

The silver-haired man frowned, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes: "What do you want to see me for? Why are you following me?"

"I...I just want to ask, what's your name." Zhang Yi said breathlessly, with an embarrassed smile on his face.

His cheeks were red from the intense exercise, with a few beads of sweat hanging on them, reflecting dazzling light in the sun. He looked rarely honest, exuding a tenacious vitality.

The silver-haired man's eyes trembled, and although there was still a hint of disdain on his face, he still answered: "My last name is Deng, and my name is Deng Shentong."

Deng Shentong?

These three words flashed through Zhang Yi's mind like a bolt of lightning. His body shook violently and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Deng Shentong... Zhang Yi couldn't help but repeat the name in his mind, and then countless memories suddenly emerged in his mind, blooming like tens of thousands of fireworks. Those once forgotten images, sounds and emotions surged into his heart like a tide.

He remembered it, he remembered it all!

The surrounding scene seemed to shatter like bubbles and vanish into thin air. However, the silver-haired man still maintained that somewhat arrogant look, as if he had penetrated the end of time, staring at him quietly.

Then, he disappeared without a trace like the other phantoms, leaving Zhang Yi standing alone in the dark space.

At this moment, a mysterious black feather quietly appeared on the ground and lay quietly.

For some reason, Zhang Yi couldn't help but walk forward and try to pick up the feather. However, when he gently touched the feather, it instantly turned into a puff of smoke and flew away with the wind.

This sudden change caught Zhang Yi off guard, but what shocked him even more was that his right eye suddenly felt hot, as if it was burned by fire. He couldn't help but scream and quickly covered his right eye with his hand.

However, in this wonderful feeling, he vaguely sensed that an indescribable change was quietly taking place. It was as if a long-lost power was continuously being injected into his body.

Then, he suddenly opened his right eye and saw a dazzling white light flash!

The light was so strong that it temporarily blinded him, but when he regained his sight, the scene before him had changed dramatically.

He found himself in a huge space, surrounded by endless space.

This place seems to be an endless warehouse, with tens of thousands of supplies displayed, and the dazzling array of items is dazzling.

There are all kinds of weapons, food, medicines, etc. These supplies should have been neatly arranged and managed, but due to the owner's negligence, they appear a little messy.

This place is very familiar to him.

But now, when he returned here again, he felt an inexplicable sense of strangeness.

Zhang Yi stared at everything around him, a complex emotion welling up in his heart. His eyes gradually became moist, his throat choked with sobs, and he could hardly suppress his inner excitement.

"I... I'm finally back!"

He murmured to himself, his voice trembling, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground.

No one knows what the spatial ability means to Zhang Yi.

But at least at this moment, the tears shed by this extremely cold man are worth more than a thousand words.