I, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, am being kept by the state.

Those five simple words were like the fuse that ignited a powder keg.

"Okay, very good."

Black Mamba laughed in anger, "Since our friends from the Dragon Kingdom want to have a friendly spar, then I shall humbly accept."

"But let me make this clear first, my fists don't have eyes, if they break a bone..."

"Buzz—"

A faint but piercing sound of an electric motor suddenly rang out.

The Black Mamba moved.

too fast!

To the average person, he was almost a black afterimage.

Beneath the trench coat, the hydraulic rods of the mechanical exoskeleton stretched and contracted wildly, instantly accelerating his right arm to a terrifying threshold.

This punch, accompanied by a sonic boom, was aimed straight at Lei Zhan's face!

"My God!"

Professor Wilson gasped and instinctively covered his eyes.

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He had witnessed the power of this punch; in the test range, it had directly pierced through the side armor of an infantry fighting vehicle!

If this hits someone, their head will explode like a watermelon!

Chen Dong and Wang Yijun stood still, without moving an inch, their expressions remaining completely unchanged.

"Bang!"

A deep, muffled bang, like a muffled thunderclap exploding on flat ground.

The turbulent air currents whipped up the fallen leaves on the ground, spreading wildly in all directions.

Wilson shakily removed his fingers, but the bloody scene he had imagined did not appear.

He was stunned.

All the Westerners present were stunned.

Lei Zhan remained standing in the same spot, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot, not retreating even a millimeter.

He simply raised one hand.

That calloused, seemingly ordinary hand was now firmly enveloping Black Mamba's iron fist, powerful enough to pierce steel plates.

There is no recoil.

There was no body swaying.

It was as easy and effortless as catching a tennis ball that had been tossed to you.

"How...how is this possible?!"

The Black Mamba's sinister smile froze, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He felt as if his punch had hit a mountain.

Moreover, no matter how much he activated the hydraulic system or increased the power, the fist seemed to be welded to Lei Zhan's palm, remaining completely still.

"Is this what they call 'Titan'?"

Lei Zhan tilted his head, a deep disappointment in his eyes. "Too light."

light?

That's three tons of force in one punch!

"Fuck!"

Black Mamba roared, gathering strength in his left arm, attempting another strike.

"Too slow."

Lei Zhan's voice turned cold.

The next second, his five fingers suddenly tightened.

"Click! Click! Squeak—"

The sickening metallic creaking echoed throughout the venue.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, the titanium alloy mechanical arm under the Black Mamba trench coat began to deform, twist, and crack in Lei Zhan's palm, just like a fragile soda can.

Sparks fly!

The high-strength alloy frame was crushed flat, and the hydraulic pipes inside burst, spraying out black oil.

"ah!!!"

The Black Mamba let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

The exoskeleton was worn close to the body, and the deformation of the robotic arm directly compressed his flesh and bones.

"Too crunchy."

Lei Zhan gave his final evaluation.

He flicked his wrist slightly and pulled it into his arms.

"Sizzle—"

With the sound of tearing fabric and the cracking of breaking metal, Lei Zhan actually ripped the individual exoskeleton system off Black Mamba's body!

Black Mamba was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing heavily into a flowerbed ten meters away, his fate unknown.

Lei Zhan held the clump of sparking, dripping iron in his hand and casually tossed it aside.

"Clang!"

The scrap metal fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The entire room fell silent.

The members of the Western delegation stared wide-eyed, their jaws practically dropping to the floor.

Those bodyguards, who had previously been arrogant, were now pale as death, their legs shaking uncontrollably.

Dismantle a Gundam with bare hands?

Is this something humans can do?

That miniature hydraulic system can lift a truck!

It got crushed by a fleshy hand?

"This...this is not scientific..."

Professor Wilson muttered to himself, feeling his worldview shattered. "Is this some kind of new hydraulic clamp disguised as a hand?"

At this moment, Chen Dong walked up at the opportune moment.

He glanced at the pile of scrap metal on the ground, then at Lei Zhan who seemed completely unaffected, and a slightly apologetic smile appeared on his face.

"I'm so sorry, Professor Wilson."

Chen Dong sighed, his tone so sincere it made you want to punch him.

"This is our security team intern. They are mainly responsible for moving rice, flour, and cooking oil in the kitchen. They are not careful and have damaged your toys. We are really sorry."

intern?

Moving rice?

Do you need the strength to crush titanium alloy to move a bag of rice?!

Professor Wilson felt a tightness in his chest and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"But don't worry."

Chen Dong changed the subject, smiling as he pointed to the pile of scrap metal, "Based on current scrap metal recycling prices, this pile of titanium alloy should still be worth a few hundred yuan. We will compensate you by weight."

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.

This is not just a slap in the face; it's rubbing the industrial civilization that the West is so proud of into the ground, and then spitting on it.

"Alright, Lei Zhan, step down."

Wang Yijun waved his hand, "Don't scare the guests."

"Yes."

Lei Zhan responded and turned to return to his team.

The twenty-two team members remained expressionless, as if what had just happened was merely a trivial interlude.

But this time, no one dared to mistake them for elderly men doing their morning exercise.

In the eyes of Westerners, those twenty-three people were simply twenty-three Tyrannosaurus Rex in human skin.

"Everyone, it was just a minor incident."

Chen Dong clapped his hands, his smile still as gentle as a kind old man next door, as if what had just happened was not a violent demolition, but a friendly handshake. "It's windy up the mountain, and Mr. Li is still waiting. Let's not waste any more time."

Professor Wilson shuddered.

Looking at Chen Dong's smiling face, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Is this the essence of Eastern subtlety?

Beat someone until they are paralyzed, and then call it a "minor incident"?

"please."

Chen Dong stepped to the side and made an inviting gesture.

This time, no one dared to go first.

The twenty-two soldiers wearing cloth shoes did not follow, but instead stood back at their posts like statues.

But every member of the Western expedition team instinctively held their breath and stood on tiptoe as they passed by, afraid of waking the sleeping Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The convoy restarted.

However, after traveling less than 500 meters, a sudden change occurred.

"Sizzle sizzle—"