Card maker? No, I'm a mechanic!

Old Li sighed and patted Jiang Zhe's shoulder, his scarred hand trembling slightly.

"Our worthless lives at the bottom of society are worthless in the eyes of those people, so we should be careful not to get ourselves involved."

Jiang Zhe nodded but did not speak.

He simply picked up the shovel silently and followed Old Zhang toward the still-warm mountain of garbage.

"Be careful, don't step on those shiny things," Old Li warned without turning his head after they had walked halfway.

"You haven't been here long, so be careful where you step, especially on those red scraps. There might be a leaking fireball hidden inside."

"Understood, Uncle Li."

Jiang Zhe nodded in response, his gaze constantly scanning his surroundings.

As a qualified engineer in his previous life, he had an almost instinctive intuition about such extremely dangerous work scenarios.

Life is precious; even without a safety officer, we must be extra careful.

Just as he bent down to scoop up a metal plate.

"what!"

A sharp scream suddenly rang out.

Jiang Zhe's shovel trembled, and then he suddenly turned around to look.

The young people who had been frightened by the lightning earlier were now scrambling backward as if they had seen a ghost.

And where they were originally working, the pile of waste began to wriggle as if it had come to life.

Various colors of residual energy began to surge wildly around them, as if something was about to burst forth from the ground.

"roar!"

With a deep roar, a huge arm emerged from the pile of rubble.

The arm was very thick, and with just a little force, it dug several grooves into the cement ground next to it.

Immediately following was a hideous head.

That was a troll.

Its left half of its body is still intact, but its right half has completely disappeared.

You can even see the heart made up of several discarded cards.

Holy crap!

Upon seeing this, Old Li's expression changed drastically, and he almost dropped the shovel he was holding.

"It's a useless card resonance! The summoning card has gone berserk!"

"That's a second-tier berserk troll!"

This is exactly the kind of situation that waste card processing stations fear most.

A large number of discarded cards containing residual energy are piled up together, and once they merge and resonate, there is a very small probability that they will come back to life.

The fragments of creatures in the summoned cards are forcibly pieced together and twisted into a mindless killing machine.

In such situations, a professional security team with heavy equipment is usually needed to suppress the situation, or at least a certified Level 1 card officer must be present.

However, the original resident card dealer had been sent away by Lao Wang, just so that he could now freely consume useless cards.

"Don't the hell panic! Hold the fort!"

Old Wang, who was far away, also saw this scene, but instead of calling back the card operator, he shouted loudly through the loudspeaker.

"That's company property! Anyone who tries to run away will have their salary docked! Hey you...!"

"Those young men should kill him with shovels, before he blows up the other useless cards!"

"Go to hell!"

Jiang Zhe couldn't help but curse.

Using a shovel to fight a Tier 2 summoned beast? What's the difference between that and a sliding tackle on a tiger?!

This fatso just wants them to die here!

The crippled troll was clearly stimulated by the dense residual energy and the presence of living beings in the surrounding area.

His one intact eye instantly became bloodshot, and he roared as he crawled out of the garbage heap completely.

"Oh shit!"

Just then, an angry shout suddenly came from beside Jiang Zhe's ear.

He turned his head and saw Old Li throw down the shovel in his hand, and a long-lost glint of light suddenly appeared in his cloudy old eyes.

"Back in the day, I was at least a level two card maker! Even though my foundation is ruined, I wasn't reduced to just sitting around waiting to die!"

As he spoke, he trembled slightly as he pulled a white card, wrapped in layers, from his inner pocket.

It was a level 2 rock shield from many years ago, although the energy circuit had been worn away by time.

But at this moment, it was Old Li's last shred of dignity.

"Xiao Jiang, the rest of you, get out of here! I'll hold them off!"

Old Li roared as he tried to forcefully overdraw his remaining mental energy to activate the old card, which was as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

However, just as his mental power was about to erupt and touch the card...

A young but exceptionally strong hand firmly held his wrist.

"Uncle Li, give it a rest."

Jiang Zhe's voice suddenly calmed down.

"It would be a huge loss if you, an old man, were to break like this."

"Let me give it a try."

"you?"

Old Li was stunned. He looked at Jiang Zhe and then at the card he was holding in his other hand.

What is that...?

It was covered in patches, and the patterns were so distorted that it looked even worse than a junk card in a trash heap.

"Are you crazy? You're going to throw your life away with something like this?" Old Li asked, his face flushed with anxiety.

The scene of the two struggling was witnessed by Lao Wang, who had been watching the whole thing.

Although he couldn't see what they were doing, he still recognized Lao Li's movements.

That's the card maker's battle preparation!

Upon seeing this, Old Wang's eyes lit up instantly. He remembered that this old guy used to be a level-two card maker!

"Old Li and Jiang Zhe, what are you two dawdling about!"

He seemed to have grasped at a straw and quickly shouted into the loudspeaker.

"Old Li, weren't you so awesome before? Go for it! Jiang Zhe, don't just sit around either."

"As long as you can draw their fire, as long as you can hold him off, I'll give you double... no, triple overtime pay!"

The workers around them, who were about to accept their fate, all turned to look at them upon hearing this.

But when they saw the strangely shaped card in Jiang Zhe's hand, their hopes were instantly dashed.

"What's that? A jigsaw puzzle?"

"We're really doomed now, and that bastard's door's locked!"

"He wanted to silence them!"

……

But Jiang Zhe ignored the stares of those around him and the shouts of Lao Wang.

He simply patted Old Li's hand lightly.

next second.

"Snap!"

With a clear gear-like sound, the card transformed into a stream of light and covered Jiang Zhe's right arm.

A bulky exterior and a large exhaust pipe.

This design is ugly no matter how you look at it.

But then...

"Buzz!"

A roar of an engine suddenly erupted, even drowning out the troll's howl.

Jiang Zhe made a move.

He shot towards the enormous creature like an arrow released from a bow.

"ignition."

He felt a low urge in his heart.

The exhaust pipe behind the arm armor also instantly spewed out a half-meter-long blue-purple tail flame.

A tremendous thrust was unleashed in an instant.

Jiang Zhe felt as if he had completely lost control of his right arm, like a missile that was constantly accelerating.

"Smash it!"

Two fists, one large and one small, collided violently in mid-air.

"Bang!"

A loud bang was heard!

The air surged instantly, blowing away the surrounding waste paper and dust.

For a moment, everyone present was stunned.

The scene they envisioned of Kang Chul being slapped into mincemeat did not occur.

On the contrary, the enormous troll let out a painful howl!

His giant hand was struck by Jiang Zhe's powerful punch, which accelerated with jet propulsion.

It was as fragile as tofu, and was bent in the opposite direction by the blow!

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

But it's not over yet.

Jiang Zhe's punch had tremendous kinetic energy.

Even after breaking the troll's hand, the force of his punch remained undiminished.

With unstoppable momentum, it slammed into the troll's ugly face.

Pfft!

It was like an iron fist smashing a watermelon.

The troll's fragile head exploded instantly, splattering red and white matter everywhere.

His massive body was also thrown backward by the terrifying impact, crashing heavily back into the pile of rubble.