You believe that your gun is no match for my fist?

"Hmph!"

After the uncle and nephew finished discussing their business, Tang Liu immediately snorted and threw his cigarette on the ground.

"Come on, Zhan. Let me introduce you!"

He walked over and put his arm around the woman's waist: "This is Fengying, she sings at Xianle Palace. My..." He chuckled, "Anyway, she's a friend of your sixth uncle."

Fengying was in her early thirties, with delicate eyebrows, long eyes, and bright red lips. A pale yellow dress covered her voluptuous figure.

She leaned on Tang Liu's arm, but her gaze remained fixed on Gao Zhan, making no attempt to hide it from the man beside her.

Tang Liu wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, he smiled and released his hand from her waist, giving her a nudge on the shoulder.

"Alright, alright, what are you looking at? It's not like you've never seen a man before. I have some things to take care of, let this kid take you home."

He turned to Gao Zhan, pulled out a bunch of silver dollars from his pocket, and stuffed them into his hand: "Ten dollars, for the journey. Come find me at the dock around four o'clock this afternoon."

Without waiting for Gao Zhan's reply, he waved his hand and strode away, exuding a sense of ease.

Fengying withdrew her gaze, tidied the stray hairs at her temples, and gave Gao Zhan a charming smile: "Shall we go, Mr. Gao...?"

The two left the dock and hailed a rickshaw by the roadside.

It wasn't that he couldn't afford a taxi, but Gao Zhan had never ridden in a rickshaw before, so he naturally wanted to try it out.

Tang Liu's intention in having Gao Zhan escort Feng Ying home was quite clear.

Um, it really is just a ride home, don't overthink it.

Fengying bent down and sat down first, then moved further in, leaving half of the seat open.

Gao Zhan got into the carriage, the driver pulled it up, and the carriage bounced slightly as it drove forward.

Fengying leaned back in her chair, tilted her head, and looked at him for a while before speaking.

Her tone was casual, her eyes lingering on Gao Zhan's face as she spoke, "Your sixth uncle said you're from the countryside. Can someone like you grow up in the countryside?"

She chuckled, a hint of teasing in her voice, "You can't trust what Tang Liu says."

"Isn't Uncle Liu quite handsome?" Gao Zhan said. "Uncle Liu is also from the countryside."

"That's true." Fengying smiled gently. "I'm from the countryside too."

"In the end, we're all just country bumpkins." She laughed self-deprecatingly and shook her head.

Then, Fengying looked at Gao Zhan again and said, "You've got some nerve with what happened at the dock today."

"Of course I'm very brave," Gao Zhan replied with a smile, then extended his hand.

Feng Ying let out a soft moan, then rested her head on Gao Zhan's shoulder.

Don't misunderstand, I'm just helping to swat mosquitoes, there are a lot of mosquitoes now that it's summer.

"You're so considerate, Mr. Gao." Her voice had a slightly raspy tone at the end.

She looked up at Gao Zhan, but this time she didn't say anything. She just smiled and looked at him with a gentle, watery gaze.

Not good, changing the channel.

It was 3:30 p.m.

Gao Zhan arrived at the dock ahead of time because he was a gentleman. After seeing the other party off, he went to a nearby restaurant to eat and drink.

They really went out to eat and drink.

At 3:30 p.m., Gao Zhan returned to the dock.

The cargo ship was still being loaded and unloaded; such a large ship couldn't possibly only contain mechs.

The steel cables of the gantry crane creaked as workers moved cargo containers back and forth. Although Gao Zhan didn't know what was inside, he guessed it was probably all weapons.

After walking along the road for a while, I found a passing worker and asked him where Tang Liu was.

The man gestured towards the warehouse with his chin: "Manager Tang is inside checking the accounts; it'll probably be a while."

So Gao Zhan sat down on an empty wooden box not far from the warehouse entrance and waited for Tang Liu to finish.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the metal door of the warehouse opened, and Tang Liu came out. He was buttoning his collar as he walked, his hair was a little messy, and water droplets were still hanging on his temples.

He saw Gao Zhan sitting there, stopped in his tracks, put his hands on his hips, and glanced at Gao Zhan.

He looked at Gao Zhan, and Gao Zhan looked at him. The two stared at each other for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

No one spoke, but everything was understood without words.

"Come on," Tang Liu walked over and patted Gao Zhan's shoulder enthusiastically, "I'll show you the good stuff that just arrived in the warehouse."

Upon entering the warehouse, the iron gate closed behind me, instantly dimming the light.

The warehouse shelves stood in rows, stacked with glass jars of all sizes.

There was a dry, herbal smell in the air. Gao Zhan was a martial artist and quite familiar with herbs.

A few steps further in, a woman was standing next to an open wooden box, bent over, holding a comb in her hand, combing her hair one stroke at a time.

She was only wearing a set of underwear, a Western style, three-piece set, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and her beautiful body curves.

She looked this way, her gaze fixed on Gao Zhan's face, and gave him a flirtatious look.

Gao Zhan's gaze locked on him instantly.

Don't ask why he's so repressed, because he practices martial arts for this very reason.

This is what Tantric practices are like!

Tang Liu had already reached the end of the shelf. Seeing that Gao Zhan hadn't followed, he turned around and glanced back, only to find that Gao Zhan had started again.

"Hey!" he snapped impatiently. "Open your eyes! You'll have plenty of time to play later! Come here first, I'll show you something good!"

Gao Zhan then withdrew his gaze and strode after him.

Tang Liu stopped in front of an iron gate, took a bunch of keys from his waist, picked out one, and unlocked it.

The door swung open with a roar, revealing a corridor inside.

"Come in, change your clothes, and then disinfect," Tang Liu said to Gao Zhan. He then went into the corridor, picked up a heavy protective suit, and put it on.

Gao Zhan also put on a hazmat suit. The iron gate slammed shut, and Tang Liu pulled the lever on the wall, causing the lights in the passage to flicker.

A blue light enveloped them, followed by disinfectant. After the whole process, the door at the end of the corridor slowly opened.

"Let's go." Tang Liu's muffled voice came from inside the hazmat suit.

After entering the door, Gao Zhan looked around and paused for a moment.

A bright, pure white space, rows of shelves, and rows of glass and metal bottles.

They were all cylindrical, filling the entire room.

These bottles all have labels in foreign languages ​​on the outside.

Gao Zhan recognized the words on the label because the Albion people used English.

Although his academic performance was not good, he still knew a little English.

Gao Zhan scanned the bottles and found that many of them seemed to come from a company called "Imperial Bio".

Tang Liu walked to the nearest shelf and pointed to a silver-gray metal cylinder on it:

"This is muscle fiber densifying agent," he explained. "It's said to make muscles denser, increase strength, and the effects are permanent."

"One bottle at a time, six bottles in total, I think that's called a course of treatment?" He scratched his head. "You have to wait half a month after each treatment, and you can't work after that, you have to lie down and rest."

He moved a step to the side and pointed to a light blue glass bottle: "This is called bone calcium binder. Injecting it can harden bones."

"It's also permanent, with eight bottles per course of treatment, and each injection spaced one month apart."

"Are they all Imperial creatures?" Gao Zhan asked.

Tang Liu was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then nodded. "You understand foreign languages?"

"I know a tiny bit."