Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Ah Qi huddled in the corner.

I had already become somewhat numb from Lin Bai's mental torment these past two days.

But when he saw Ah Ya appear, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide, his face full of shock.

Lin Bai walked up to Aya with satisfaction, reached out and tapped the heavy breastplate, making a crisp "clang".

"Give it a try?" Lin Bai pointed to a scrapped heavy machine tool next to him.

A-Ya is unable to speak.

He simply raised his right hand, covered in jagged steel, and the hydraulic rod compressed sharply, emitting a humming sound as it charged up.

The next second, he threw a punch.

There were no fancy moves, just pure, violent straight punches.

"boom!!!"

A loud bang shook the entire underground workshop, sending dust flying.

The cast iron machine tool, weighing several tons, slammed into the concrete load-bearing wall more than ten meters away with a piercing whistle the moment it made contact with the fist.

Most of the fuselage was embedded in the wall.

The once-solid wall instantly cracked, revealing a huge crater several meters in diameter, with debris flying everywhere.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Aya slowly retracted his fist, and a red overload light shone from the gaps in the armor, before quickly cooling down.

"This power... is incredible!"

Lin Bai's eyes reflected the steel demon, and the smile on his lips grew wider.

"How about we test the defense again?"

Logan's voice rang out as he walked over, carrying a heavy machine gun.

No sooner had he finished speaking than flames erupted, and bullets rained down on Ah-Ya like a storm.

"Ding ding ding ding—"

A series of impacts rang out.

But when the bullets hit Aya's armor, they only sent up a string of sparks and left tiny white marks; they couldn't penetrate it at all!

Logan walked over with satisfaction, patting the armor on Aya's body with obvious delight.

"How extravagant. Using Yaman metal, a precious metal sold by the gram, to forge a full-body armor."

"His physical defenses are maxed out; ordinary firearms are like tickling him!"

After saying that, he casually hung the machine gun on the pre-reserved slot on Ah Ya's back and clapped his hands.

"Completed!"

Lin Bai looked at the masterpiece in front of him, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a crazy smile.

Externally, it possesses ferocious mechanical armor that provides physical damage immunity and extreme destructive power.

It contains the immortality and rapid regeneration granted by the Crimson Bloodline.

They also have telekinesis as a trump card!

As for the sacrificed agility?

Agility is a joke in the face of absolute defense and power.

The current Aya is a tireless, painless killing machine.

Although it hasn't been tested in detail yet, we don't know exactly where the combat power limit is.

But it's clear that it's definitely beyond the scope of Sequence 9!

Fifty thousand gold coins?

Worth it! This was an absolute steal!

Is this the joy of being a pay-to-win player? It's so good!

......

Iron Fist Fighting Arena, two basement floors.

The fermented, sour smell in the air was almost tangible, drilling straight into your nostrils and making your head throb.

The old incandescent bulb overhead hissed and cast a pale, flickering halo of light.

In the center of the aperture, on a greasy, long iron table, lies a mutated carrion rat that was just pulled out of the sewer.

This thing is as big as a calf, its belly has been cut open, and the red and white parts inside are hanging on the table.

"vomit......"

A suppressed retching sound broke the deathly silence.

Standing on the small stool was a short, stocky man with a full beard, skin as black as charcoal, and a height of about 1.5 meters.

He was wearing an ill-fitting, greasy apron, and he held a delicate scalpel in his hand, which was trembling violently.

This is Ah Qi.

To be precise, it's Aqi's face after being re-customized using the alchemical item [Formless Noodles] given to him by Gu Canglan.

The original silver-haired strongman disappeared, replaced by a rough-looking butcher who could be easily lost in a crowd in the black market.

"Mr. Lin..."

That shout is nothing short of spiritual pollution.

Beneath that dark, Li Kui-like face came a soft, childlike voice, tinged with tears.

This extreme tearing apart of sight and sound is enough to make anyone with poor mental fortitude break down on the spot.

"This is...this is disgusting...the intestines are coming out...and they're moving..."

Ah Qi stared at the rat with his eyes brimming with tears of fear, while desperately gripping the soles of his shoes with his toes, trying to suppress the urge to run away.

On the high stool, Lin Bai crossed his legs, flipping through Gu Canglan's "Basic Alchemy Material Science" without even lifting his eyelids.

"Bear with it."

Lin Bai's voice was calm and devoid of warmth.

"Ah Qi, remember this, your name is now 'Ah Biao'. Your persona is that of a veteran butcher who has been slaughtering pigs and sheep on the black market for ten years."

"If you are exposed outside, I will cut off your tongue and soak it in wine before the enemy even has to lift a finger."

Ah Qi shuddered, and tears flowed even more fiercely, even leaving two white streaks on his dark face.

But he dared not stop wielding the knife.

Although he was terrified, driven by Lin Bai's tyranny and his body's instinctive obedience, his knife skills became surprisingly steady and terrifyingly precise.

"laugh--"

The blade slid across.

The tough outer skin of the mutated rat was neatly cut open, revealing the dark red muscle texture underneath.

"Keep your hand steady," Lin Bai said lazily, turning a page of his book.

"That's a lung below, not a balloon. If you pop it, the putrid fumes inside will spray all over your face, guaranteed to be a pungent experience."

"what?"

Ah Qi was so frightened that his hand trembled, and the tip of the knife stopped less than a centimeter from the surface of the alveoli.

His face was deathly pale—though it wasn't noticeable through the fake skin.

But those glassy eyes were already filled with the words "help".

Just when Ah Qi was about to have a mental breakdown.

Suddenly, a chaotic commotion arose overhead.

Lin Bai closed the book, a smile playing on his lips.

"Alright, let's call it a day."

"Wash your hands clean, stop being so fussy. Come on, I'll take you upstairs to see a great show."

......

The lobby on the first floor of the fighting arena.

The training ground, which was usually brimming with testosterone, was now eerily oppressive.

Dozens of elite gang members were packed together, but no one spoke.

All eyes were fixed on the man sitting in the armchair in the center of the hall—Fuzuma.

Fuminuma looks several years older than he did a few days ago.

His usually slicked-back hair was a little messy at the moment.

A few stray hairs fell across her forehead, obscuring her bloodshot eyes.

He was holding a thin sheet of paper in his hand.

The piece of paper seemed to weigh a ton, pressing down on the powerful figure who commanded influence in the outer city, causing him to stoop.

"Is everyone here?"

Fuzuma's voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed a handful of rusty iron filings.

No one answered; only a few heavy breaths echoed.

"You can probably guess why I'm here."

Without wasting any words, Fuminuma slammed the letter onto the table.

"Something has happened at the Cloud City ruins; numerous strange domains have overlapped. The bigwigs above have said that all the major forces in Blackrock City must send personnel to form a joint exploration team."

"hiss--"

A collective gasp filled the hall.

Cloud City Ghost Realm?

Is that a place for trash like them to go?

I've heard that if someone goes there and manages to return with a whole corpse, that's considered a stroke of good fortune. As for coming back alive?

Not even one-tenth!

"Our Iron Fist Fighting Gym has been allocated ten spots."

For some reason, Fuzuma's voice sounded somewhat downcast.

"This is not a negotiation, it's forced conscription. The list is already on file, and anyone who doesn't go will have their entire family punished."

After saying that, he picked up the paper and began to read out the names.

"Scarface Liu"

In the crowd, a burly man with a scar on his face suddenly collapsed to the ground, his knees buckling.

His face was ashen, as if his soul had been ripped out.

"Wang Lao Er".

"Chen the Mad Dog".

......