Start with iron blocks, upgrade them into armor summoners.

"I have extensive connections, and now I'm talking about..."

"Pengfei," Xing Yun interrupted him, "I know you mean well. This job... I'll try it out first, and we'll see if it works out."

Li Pengfei opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing Xing Yun's expression, he swallowed his words back.

He picked up his beer, took a big gulp, put the bottle down, and sighed, "Fine, it's your decision."

The fried rice was served, and Xing Yun lowered his head and ate a few bites.

Li Pengfei sat opposite him, poking at the peanuts in the plate with his chopsticks, but he couldn't get them into his mouth no matter how long he poked them.

"Old Xing," he suddenly said.

"Um?"

"It's just... I went to collect the money yesterday morning." Li Pengfei's voice was a little unsteady, and his eyes looked off. "I have a feeling that something happened that day, but I can't remember it no matter how hard I try. I just remember coming out after collecting the money, and then... and then I don't remember anything else."

He scratched his head: "Was I drunk? But I didn't drink any alcohol that day."

Xing Yun kept his head down so that Li Pengfei wouldn't see the change in his expression, and continued eating his fried rice.

"I don't know you, you figure it out yourself."

"You didn't go yesterday either, but I still feel something's off." Li Pengfei said, taking another sip of beer, his gaze drifting out the window as if trying to recall something.

"Forget it, forget it, I won't think about it if I can't remember." Li Pengfei slammed the empty bottle on the table, stood up, and said, "I have to go, I have things to do this afternoon. Lao Xing, if you can't keep working at that recycling station, feel free to contact me anytime."

"OK."

Li Pengfei patted him on the shoulder and turned to walk towards the door.

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly paused at the entrance of the snack shop, noticing that someone had appeared there at some point.

The man was wearing a dark red trench coat on a hot day, with his hood pulled low so his face was obscured.

After his initial surprise, Li Pengfei paid no attention, assuming the person was just playing a role-playing game, and walked past.

But Xing Yun noticed his hands; the knuckles were large, and there was something dark red embedded in his fingernails, like dried blood.

This person gave him the same feeling as the man in the suit from yesterday, exuding an abnormal aura.

Xing Yun's fingers instantly reached for her handbag.

"You're the one who ruined our plans," the man said, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping against sheet metal, his eyes fixed on Xing Yun.

Xing Yun did not answer. He slowly stood up, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the boss who had sensed something was wrong and hid. Then he quickly looked back at the person in front of him.

"The Bone of Walderley." The man took a step forward, and the lights in the snack shop began to flash. "Hand it over."

Xing Yun's hand had already touched the summoner.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Stop pretending." The man took off his hat.

His face looked like it had been burned, with uneven skin, a scar running down his left eyebrow, and cloudy eyes like broken glass beads.

The right eye was intact, but there was a faint dark red light flowing in the pupil.

"Bloody Hands?" Xing Yun asked.

Bloodhand's lips twitched into a smile: "Looks like they mentioned me to you."

"That thing isn't with me," Xing Yun said slowly, staring into his eyes. "It was taken away by the Bureau."

"You're lying." Bloodhand's voice was flat, as if stating a fact. "The relic bears my mark, and it's right here. On you."

He raised his right hand, and something glowed in his palm, dark red, like some kind of summoning spell.

Inside the system space, the Bone of Walderley, which had been discarded in a corner, flashed a red light in response to it.

"Hand it over, and I might let you die a quicker death." The bloody hand lowered its hand, and the light in its palm went out.

Xing Yun did not move.

He's calculating.

The distance from the doorway to Bloodhand is five steps.

There are three steps to get to the kitchen.

But Li Pengfei had just left, and there might still be other people in the kitchen.

You can't fight here.

"Want it?" Xing Yun pulled her hand out of her bag, clenched it into a fist, and said, "Come and get it yourself."

He turned and ran.

It wasn't towards the back kitchen, but towards the side—there was a window there, and outside the window was a narrow alley.

Bloodhand did not give chase.

He simply raised his right hand, loosely clenched his fingers, and gently pulled towards Xing Yun.

An invisible force suddenly grabbed Xing Yun's right shoulder, as if an unseen hand had grabbed him.

Xing Yun was abruptly pulled back, tripped, and knocked over a table.

The bowls and chopsticks shattered all over the floor.

Xing Yun got up from the ground, his right shoulder injury aching from the tugging.

He gritted his teeth and quickly got up.

Blood Hand slowly walked towards him, each step slow but causing the food in the snack shop to tremble.

The light bulb above exploded, the painting on the wall tilted to one side, and the chopstick holder on the table fell to the ground.

"You're just a piece of trash who's not even an Awakened One, what makes you think you can fight me?" Bloodhand's voice was laced with sarcasm. "Didn't anyone teach you not to play the hero?"

Xing Yun ignored him.

His gaze swept over the things around him.

Tables, chairs, broken bowls on the floor, beer bottles in the corner.

No weapons.

But weapons were everywhere.

Bloodhand walked to a spot three steps away from him and stopped.

"This is the last time. Hand it over."

Xing Yun's response was to kick the stool next to her feet away.

The stool spun and crashed down on Blood Hand, who raised his hand to block it.

In the blink of an eye, Xing Yun had already pounced on him.

His right fist was aimed straight at Blood Hand's face, but Blood Hand dodged it by turning his head and then struck Xing Yun's chest with a backhand.

Xing Yun took the blow head-on, grunted, grabbed a beer bottle from the table with his left hand, and smashed it over Blood Hand's head.

"Bang!"

The beer bottle shattered, shards of glass flying everywhere.

Bloodhand's head tilted slightly, but no blood flowed.

Those dark red lines writhed beneath his skin, protecting him like living things.

"You're asking for death." Bloodhand's eyes turned cold, and he punched Xing Yun in the stomach.

Xing Yun was sent flying, crashing into the wall, and as he slid down, his mouth was full of the taste of rust.

He struggled to stand up, but his legs gave way and he knelt down again.

Bloodhand walked up to him, squatted down, and reached out to grab his satchel.

Just then.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

A burst of blood erupted from Bloodhand's arm, and blue runes flickered at the wound, suppressing the surrounding dark red patterns.

He abruptly withdrew his hand and looked back.

At the entrance, Zhou Hai held a gun, followed by Chen Wan and Li Rui.

"Bloody Hand, S City is not a place for you to run wild." Zhou Hai's voice was as cold as ice.

Bloodhand glanced at the wound on his arm. The blue runes were worn away by the dark red lines after only a few seconds, and the wound was healing rapidly.

"Just the few of you?"

He stood up, and dark red mist began to surge around him.

Li Rui took a silver-white sphere out of his waist bag and threw it on the ground.

The sphere exploded, and thick smoke instantly filled the entire snack shop.

Chen Wan burst out of the smoke, her short knife aimed straight for Blood Hand's throat.

Bloodhand raised his hand, grabbed the blade, and twisted it forcefully, instantly breaking the sturdy short sword in two.