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"Young man, do you want to become a strong person admired by others?"

Mecha? Armor? Mech?

NO-NO-NO!

External forces are ultimately just external forces. In this era, you should learn how to become a spiritual warrior!

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"Young man, do you want to become a strong person admired by others?"

Martial arts? Spiritual arts? Techniques?

NO-NO-NO!

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Song Feng put on a face mask and arrived at the Ma's Company office park in the wealthy district.

All the suspended building surfaces here are playing various loan scams.

That's because the business that Ma's company does is lending.

At this moment, Song Feng, with the face of an ordinary passerby, came here to find Tao Ming.

Although Song Feng and his more than one hundred clones are all innate spiritual martial artists, they can be said to be a very strong force in Baiyun City.

Although the upper limit is only the first level of the Innate Realm, among the numerous companies in Baiyun City, very few can produce more than a hundred Innate Spiritual Warriors.

However, equipping company employees with mechs and armor, allowing them to achieve innate strength through technology, is quite common, since these things can be mass-produced.

Tao Ming managed to become the captain of the guard team at the Ma family's company, and he rarely came out during working hours.

Even if Song Feng and his clones were all at the Innate level, they wouldn't have the conditions to directly rush in and capture people.

Song Feng was waiting for Tao Ming to get off work.

Blood Brother jumped off Song Feng, holding a glass of crystal-clear wine, and looked towards the sky gate of the Ma's Industrial Park.

"Old thief, I'm telling you, Tao Ming is already married, and his son is just ten years old. We could easily kidnap his family and force him to comply. Why are we stuck here?"

"Tao Ming was the one who killed my parents; others should not be implicated."

"All right……"

"Hey? Where did you get this wine? Judging by its color and taste, it's of pretty good quality?"

"Oh? Even the old thief knows about wine. Of course, I bought this."

"Where did the money come from?"

Blood Brother's silence was deafening.

The clones immediately complained.

"Brother Xuezi embezzled public funds!"

Blood Brother and Song Feng overlapped, and he pretended to be dead.

Song Feng smiled and shook his head, not asking any further questions.

I finally managed to wait until it was time to leave work.

From the office park of Ma's company, a variety of technological creations emerged.

Flying cars, small aircraft, and airships are modern means of transportation.

For a cooler look, there are those wearing expensive individual armor, like Iron Man's full-body suit, which allows for jet-powered flight.

Of course, as one of the top forces in Baiyun City, the Ma Corporation naturally has spiritual warriors with high levels of skill within its ranks, so you can see people who ride spiritual treasures or use spiritual techniques to fly.

Song Feng and the more than one hundred clones superimposed on his body stared at the people coming and going in the park.

"This is what it's like to leave work in the new era. If Tao Ming were piloting a flying machine or wearing armor, who would know who he is?"

Song Feng was not worried about this problem.

"He is the captain of the guard team, so he should be responsible for maintaining order when people leave the park after get off work. We just need to keep an eye on those wearing guard uniforms."

Because in today's cities, the buildings in wealthy neighborhoods are all floating in mid-air.

Therefore, everyone who goes to work needs to be able to fly.

Of course, "being able to fly" here definitely refers to the kind that relies on external force.

The personnel of the Ma Corporation's security team wear uniforms equipped with jetpacks, allowing them to fly short distances.

As the crowd waiting to leave work gradually thinned out, Song Feng and the more than one hundred clones overlapping on his body focused their attention on the people wearing black guard uniforms at the entrance of the park.

"I saw him! That bald guy!"

Tao Ming, with his bald head, was still easily recognizable in a crowd.

This guy seemed quite conscientious, keeping an eye on his surroundings and arranging for his men to maintain order.

After most of the people leaving get off work had flown away, he gathered several hundred members of the security team together for a work summary meeting in front of the park gate.

Song Feng waited patiently, and as darkness fell, Tao Ming finally left the company.

He changed into his own clothes, gave a shout, and together with several members of the guard team, they boarded a flying vehicle, chatting and laughing, as if they were going to a dinner party.

"Keep up!"

Magnet Brother jumped out and conjured a sports car-shaped flying car out of thin air, and sat down with Song Feng.

"Hold on tight!"

Magnet Guy grabbed the control lever, floored the accelerator, and the car shot off with a "whoosh".

"Chief Yitong, the object you created using your Dao Body ability not only resembles the original in appearance but also possesses its functions?"

"Of course! As long as it's not too complicated, even if it's extremely complicated, I can still look cool for three seconds!"

Song Feng sat in the car, turned on the all-purpose machine, and checked the intelligence provided by the outsiders.

"Tao Ming is currently at the fourth level of the Innate Realm. His cronies are at most at the same level as him, and most of them are probably only at the Acquired Realm. With over a hundred of us at the first level of the Innate Realm, we should be able to handle him with ease."

Now, what Song Feng needs is an opportunity to make a move.

Magnet Brother drove his flying car and followed them all the way.

Tao Ming and his group had dinner at a hotel in the wealthy district, got completely drunk, and staggered onto the aircraft together.

Of course, drunk driving is also prohibited in this era.

Therefore, they used AI driving mode.

Seeing this, Magnet Bro had a sudden inspiration.

"Hey? I have a great idea."

Song Feng also thought of it, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"Your abilities are amazing."

Tao Ming and his cronies were either fast asleep or bragging about all sorts of things inside the aircraft, completely unaware that the aircraft was issuing a warning.

"This machine has deviated from its intended trajectory. Please stop the machine and perform a self-check."

"The machine has stopped, but cannot be stopped moving. Please leave the machine and check if you are being pulled."

"The machine is heading to the poor area. Please take good care of your personal belongings and valuables."

With a muffled thud, Tao Ming and his companions' aircraft made a hard landing in the abandoned square of the poor district, the very place where the Axe Gang held a funeral for their boss.

This fall woke Tao Ming and the others up.

They emerged from the aircraft in a daze.

The brightly lit neon signs and the clean and tidy cityscape have all disappeared.

Instead, there was a dark, dirty, and chaotic poor area with a strange smell in the air.

"Damn it! Where did this flying machine end up? Is this still Baiyun City? Is it bugged? I'm going to complain about the developer of this piece of junk!"

Tao Ming is no stranger to this place; he came from here.

"It seems like we've ended up in a poor area."