You promised steampunk martial arts, but you've got an internal combustion engine in your chest

The person who walked in was a woman dressed in a light blue outfit.

The moment she stepped into the house, a strong smell of engine oil and high-pressure steam hit her.

She scanned the room and said in a deep voice:

"The Boss has ordered that no one is permitted to lay a hand on Baili Jing! From now on, the Boss will personally make the arrangements!"

Master Tian was about to draw his knife when he was suddenly stopped, which made him furious. However, when he heard the words "Big Boss," the curse that was about to come out of his mouth was swallowed back. He was a little embarrassed and said in a muffled voice:

"The chief personally gave the order? Then... even I can't do it?"

The woman in green stared intently at Master Tian, ​​her tone completely calm:

"The boss specifically instructed that Master Tian is skilled and has profound expertise, and is indeed a first-class craftsman in Shanghai. However, your problem is that you are inflexible and do not know how to adapt. Baili Jing's blood and constitution are special. If you open the furnace according to your old rules, he will surely die. Therefore, it cannot be handed over to you."

"you……"

Master Tian's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He, the top furnace master in Shanghai, had never received such praise before. But these words came from that big boss, and he didn't even have the confidence to utter a single word in rebuttal.

The four young apprentices beside them kept their heads down as low as they could, wishing they could disappear into the ground, and dared not look at their master's face.

Hua Xiangrong recognized the woman. Her beautiful eyes flashed, and she stepped forward, asking, "Huanhuan, what are the chief's considerations? What should we do next?"

The woman in green, named Huanhuan, uttered a few words crisply and clearly:

"Have someone carry him up and come with me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and walked away without saying another word.

Hua Xiangrong was stunned for a moment, but knowing the leader's ruthlessness, she didn't hesitate at all. With a flick of her delicate hand, she shouted sharply, "Guards! Bring the bed!"

At her command, a large group of White Flower Hall disciples who had been waiting outside rushed in.

Ignoring the scorching heat of Bailijing, the men gritted their teeth and worked together to lift the large iron bed, struggling to follow Huanhuan as they jogged outside.

This series of unexpected events left Baili Jie completely bewildered. He followed closely behind, asking anxiously, "Pretty sister, where are we going?"

On the iron bed, Baili Jing was also completely bewildered. He groaned in pain and weakly spoke:

"W-what...what are we supposed to do...? Aren't we supposed to disembowel me and install a fan...?"

Hua Xiangrong followed closely beside the iron bed, walking quickly while explaining in a low voice with some worry:

"Young master, bear with it for now. Before she fell seriously ill, the chief was the top mechanical master in the entire city of Shanghai. If she takes action herself, perhaps you can really be snatched back from the jaws of death."

Baili Jing was already delirious from the fever, and upon hearing this, he could only groan twice, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Baili Jie, standing nearby, sensed a flaw in Hua Xiangrong's words and couldn't help but ask, "Pretty sister, you said the Boss was at her strongest 'before' she got sick. Now that she's sick, can she still be effective?"

Before Hua Xiangrong could answer, Huanhuan, who was leading the way, spoke impatiently, her tone as cold as ice:

"Why ask so many questions? If you keep rambling and wasting time, you'll only have your own fault if the food is completely burned!"

Baili Jie was so frightened that he shut his mouth and dared not say another word.

As they spoke, the group had already left Baihua Hall.

When they arrived on the street, everyone was taken aback.

In the middle of the street, a steam-powered cart was parked quietly.

Baili Jing forced his eyes open a crack, glanced around groggily, and was instantly jolted awake, muttering to himself:

"Holy crap... a locomotive?!"

What appeared before them was not an ordinary horse-drawn carriage, but a giant steel object resembling a steam locomotive.

Its entire body is dark brown, covered with countless brass pipes and rivets as thick as an arm. However, instead of pulling long carriages, there is a bloated structure in the middle of the locomotive, which looks particularly strange.

Huanhuan stood beside the carriage, pointed at the steam engine, and coldly gave the order:

"Carry him up."

"What?!"

One of the disciples of the White Flower Hall immediately exclaimed, looking troubled: "No, Miss Huanhuan, his body is too hot. If he's not placed on this iron bed, he'll burn wherever he goes. There's simply nowhere to put him."

Huanhuan turned her head and said quickly:

"The boss said this car... needs to be burned to start! Throw it into the furnace!"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell silent; everyone was completely stunned.

Baili Jie stammered, grabbing protectively in front of the bed: "Burn...burn my brother?! You're murdering him!"

Baili Jing lay weakly on the bed, groaning in despair: "I...I don't want to...Why are they going to cremate me right after this fight...?"

However, Master Tian seemed struck dumb at this moment, staring intently at the modified structure of the large vehicle, his eyes gleaming, and he blurted out:

"Brilliant! Using the human body as a superheated furnace, and utilizing the high-pressure circuit of this vehicle, the excess heat, pressure, and vital energy that the body cannot release can be directly extracted and channeled into the vehicle's power?! But... this power circuit is too intense, won't it drain him dry and burn him to death?"

Huanhuan said urgently:

"If the boss really wanted to kill him, would he need to go through all this trouble?! Hurry up, or he'll really die!"

Hua Xiangrong gritted her teeth and made a decisive decision:

"Trust the boss! Get out of the way!"

She pushed through the crowd and yanked open the black iron hatch in the middle of the carriage.

Inside the door, a strangely shaped steam furnace was revealed. The furnace chamber was filled with a layer of black crystals that resembled coal but emitted a faint, eerie blue glow.

After opening the door, Hua Xiangrong raised her right mechanical arm and lifted the scalding hot Baili Jing up. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she accurately shoved him into the large steam furnace with a "bang".

"Brother!!" Baili Jie exclaimed.

Before he could even get nervous, Huanhuan had already stepped onto the dashboard and pressed a large lever.

Click! Rumble!!

The gears inside the steam engine began to spin wildly, and the entire steel vehicle began to tremble violently.

The next second, Baili Jing felt a suction force coming from all around him, and then... the violent heat in his body, as if it had found a breach in the dam, began to be sucked away in large gushes through every pore!

"Hoo... Oh..."

Baili Jing's tense body suddenly relaxed. Although he was still in pain, most of the extreme burning sensation that had been driving him crazy was gone in an instant!

"Awesome! So awesome!"

He couldn't help but shout.

At the same time, the truck started moving.

Ugh!

With a whistle, white steam billowed out from the truck's exhaust pipe, reaching a height of several meters. The wheels began to spin, screeching wildly across the ground and splashing up a lot of mud and water.

Huanhuan stood in the driver's seat and sternly ordered everyone:

"This boiler can temporarily remove the heat from his body, making him feel better, but it's only a temporary solution. The underlying health issues are still there. Everyone, get on the bus!"

She jerked the control lever:

"Let's go, let's save his life!"