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He pointed to the thugs next to him as he spoke.

"So, which arm did this kid use first? I'll chop off that arm right here and now as an apology, Mr. Shen, what do you think?"

Shen You: "?"

Thug: "?"

Not to mention thugs, even Shen You was a bit stumped by his unconventional negotiation tactics.

The thug turned deathly pale and was on the verge of tears.

He said with a sob in his voice, "Brother, didn't you always say that the most important thing in the world is to be ruthless and have a commanding presence?"

Unexpectedly, Elliott slapped him across the face.

"Fuck you, can't you just shut up for a second?!"

The thug didn't care about the slap, but his face turned even paler after hearing his words.

After hesitating for a while, he finally spoke timidly, "My mom? Well... Boss, this is indeed a bit sudden. I might have to go back and discuss it with my dad."

Elliot: “.”

Shen You couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Good grief, you guys came to my shop as a group to perform stand-up comedy, huh?

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Chapter 14 Mantra

Seeing that the young men were so frightened that they looked like they were about to wet themselves, Shen You waved his hand and spoke up in time.

"No need to chop off my hands. I'm a civilized person, not some kind of devil."

“That’s right, that’s right,” Elliott replied with a forced smile, but he didn’t even dare to look him in the eye.

What I was really thinking was, "I don't believe you for a second."

Gotham's godfather, Cameron Falcone, also goes around claiming to be a philanthropist.

"I believe they have all learned their lesson about this matter, since no one was really hurt in the end," Shen You said. "So this matter can be put behind us."

He paused, then turned to look at David Patrick, who had remained silent behind him.

"But this time I really want to talk about something else."

David maintained his civilized smile, walked slowly forward, and patted Elliott on the shoulder.

Eliot felt like he had been granted a pardon, and hurriedly wriggled out of the chair, scrambling back to the back.

He knew that the people behind him were looking at him with disdain, but he was certain that it was only because they didn't understand.

Because they didn't directly confront that guy, the seemingly refined coffee shop owner.

If you hadn't sat there in person, you could never imagine how much pressure you would have to endure in front of that person!

"So, does Mr. Shen have any other instructions?" David asked politely.

"Nothing else. But as you've probably heard, trash isn't very welcome in front of my door. I have to come and sweep up the garbage every day, which is both time-consuming and energy-draining."

As for me, I happen to be someone whose time is quite precious, and I'm not keen on wasting time on this kind of thing. So, to save trouble, I'll just have to ask the trash to take a detour.

The drug lord only flashed a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes at the other party's almost undisguised insults, but he quickly suppressed it and maintained his amicable smile.

“This might be a bit tricky,” he said. “To be honest, our gang doesn’t usually operate in this neighborhood. This is a special case.”

I negotiated a deal, not a huge one, but it will open up some new markets and may lay an important foundation for some important business in the future.

Of course, I can't refuse to give Boss Shen face. I'll teach those clueless hotheads a lesson when I get back, and show them how to behave discreetly on Boss Shen's turf.

I came in a hurry and wasn't prepared. I'll have someone prepare a small gift when I get back.

Shen You waved his hand impatiently: "Then tell me about your business. Let me guess. It involves drugs on campus, right?"

David remained noncommittal, smiling as he said, "The whole of Kingston knows how our Cross Gang got its start."

“Stop doing it.” Shen You shook his head and said, “I can’t control the more distant areas for now, but at least in my community, in this area, there can be no more drugs in schools.”

Only then did the smile on David's face disappear.

But he quickly put on that smiling expression again, only this time it was noticeably stiffer.

"Mr. Shen, this is probably a bit difficult. Gotham has its own rules, as you should know. Even the mayor wouldn't dare to say such a thing."

“I know, but I’m not the mayor,” Shen You said calmly. “Besides, you seem to have misunderstood; this isn’t a request.”

David narrowed his eyes, trying to return a fierce glare. People like him had a unique understanding of how to manipulate expressions and eyes; he knew how to appear kind and how to look dangerous.

But it doesn't seem to apply today.

Having spent twenty years in Gotham, this was the first time he had ever found himself unable to look the other person in the eye during a conversation. It was as if that lean, refined body contained something he didn't understand, some immense energy as towering as a mountain, enough to crush him with a single breath, making even breathing difficult.

He had to back down, as if avoiding the young man's sharp edge.

“Brian,” he said coldly.

The man who emerged was remarkably strong; his physique was like that of a walking giant compared to the others. A black leather jacket clung tightly to his muscular build, and his reddish skin was covered in mottled tattoos that outlined dark patterns.

His arms were adorned with snake tattoos, the bloody knife marks on the snakes revealing an undeniable ruthlessness.

He was the gang's most valuable asset, the one with the most blood on his hands in the entire gang, and had been in and out of prison several times. In any conflict, he was undoubtedly the Cross Gang's trump card.

Shen You looked up at the huge man who was a full head taller than him and began to think about the fastest, most efficient way to settle things without being too exaggerated.

Just as I was thinking this, I hadn't even had a chance to do anything yet.

Suddenly, the big guy named Brian in front of them spoke up, his voice deep and muffled.

“To be honest, I don’t really like the boss,” Brian said, shaking his head. “He’s actually quite effeminate and inefficient. But there’s nothing I can do about it; he’s smarter than me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t want to listen to him at all.”

As he spoke, he tilted his head and thought for a moment, then added something else.

"Oh, and also, the boss's sister-in-law is really beautiful, and she's great in bed too. She even has a tattoo on her butt that's exactly the same as the boss's, it's pretty funny."

Shen You: "?"

He swore he hadn't done anything and had absolutely no idea what was going on.

Even David was stunned. He opened his mouth, stared at the big guy for two seconds in astonishment, and then suddenly pulled out his gun and pointed it at him.

"You fucking dare say that again?!"

"Sorry, boss, I don't know what came over me, I just suddenly couldn't help but say it. Oh right, my wife also said you're short and fast, but I'm better."

David's face turned green with rage, and he cocked his pistol with a click: "I'll fucking kill you!"

Bang.

However, it wasn't the sound of a gun being fired.

Instead, a punk-style young man swung a baseball bat and knocked David unconscious from behind with a single blow.

After hitting the ball, he slammed the baseball bat to the ground: "Damn it! I've wanted to do this for ages! People bossing me around like I'm some kind of idiot! They don't even know their own limitations."

Then a bald guy in the team delivered a flying kick, sending his teammate flying.

While kicking, he cursed and said, "Last time I was taking a nap, some idiot tied my brother to the bedpost. I almost died from the pain when I rolled over. Did he really think I didn't know it was you?!"

The man who had been kicked away got up, also furious: "You were the one who peed in my drink first, you don't think I didn't know?"

"Damn, who's afraid of who?"

Everyone started hurling insults at each other, and suddenly the Cross Gang members started fighting amongst themselves, each with red eyes, looking like they were mortal enemies who had killed their fathers.

Shen You was stunned for a couple of seconds, but then he seemed to quickly guess what was going on.

Ignoring the brawlers, he quietly approached the bearded chef behind the counter, who seemed to be watching the show as if it were none of his business.

"What did you do?"

"Ha, just a little mantra."

The old wizard smiled smugly, then paused, blinked, and added.

"I didn't expect it to work so well."

Chapter 15 S

Shen You was very pleased that he had finally managed to reason with the Cross Gang.

A large group of people came in a huff and left looking disheveled and bruised. When they came out, they were all bruised and swollen, looking rather pathetic and even comical.

Many neighbors, hearing the commotion, gathered outside to watch from a distance, gloating over the humiliation of these habitually domineering barbarians. Meanwhile, Shen You vaguely anticipated that another story about him, the coffee shop owner, would likely be added to the tale after today.

It doesn't matter anymore. Anyway, this is an internal brawl, a fight between their own people that turned into this mess. He, Shen, is just an honest and upright businessman, it's none of his business.

The community order was restored once again, and the neighbors could sleep peacefully at night. The bracelet's energy also maintained its slow but steady upward curve, all of which are good things.

For the next period of time, Shen You devoted most of his time to the development of the battle armor.

For the Land of Light's technology, a basic exoskeleton is as simple as assembling Lego bricks; the slightly more complex issue is energy. Just like the Iron Man suit next door, the core of all the advanced technology is concentrated in the power reactor on the chest.

From the armor's output, mobility, and movement speed to its weapon power, temperature, and destructive force, the upper limits of all basic stats are determined by the power supply system.

This is also the biggest difference between the armor called "Mobile Ultraman" and ordinary exoskeletons. The name is not just because the design looks like Ultraman; its energy system is essentially based on Ultraman's light and can synthesize and release Specium energy as its strongest weapon.

Therefore, the armor is basically a smaller version of a life-sized Ultraman warrior, and it can be modified to focus on special uses such as strength, speed or infiltration according to the actual needs of the mission, which is very convenient.

Meanwhile, to assist the armor system, Shen You casually wrote a simple dedicated AI program. This was naturally a basic skill for him, an intern at the Land of Light's Science and Technology Bureau.

He named the AI ​​Pal, the same name as the fighter jet auxiliary AI written by Gaia's human form, Imu.

There's no other reason, it's just for good luck.

As is well known, the first two protagonists of the Heisei Three Heroes were both known as plane killers.

Daigo, of course, is a prime example. For him, the Flying Swallow No. 1 is basically a Tiga launcher, mainly used to facilitate his transformation after a crash. Asuka, on the other hand, is even more outrageous. His ride rarely even has a chance to crash smoothly; it usually explodes into fireworks in mid-air. Its main function, besides helping him practice his Dyna transformation speed, is probably just to make the TPC finance department's blood pressure skyrocket.

In contrast, Gaia, as Gaia, was active throughout the entire TV series while experiencing very few plane crashes, a stark contrast to his two spendthrift predecessors. His AI chauffeur, Pal, deserves immense credit for this.

All tests passed, and we finally entered the actual testing phase.

The robotic arm, remotely controlled by Pal, assembled the armor pieces onto Shen You's body. Gears meshed, wires intertwined, and the armor was assembled and combined, covering Shen You from head to toe in just a moment.