Yandere Erii, stop tormenting Lu Mingfei!

Old Tang looked at Lu Mingfei, his eyes stinging and his nose tingling. This is what a true brother is! Even if you were to fight against the brutal and tyrannical South American gangs, he wouldn't even blink an eye and would go through fire and water with you.

For this favor, if anyone dares to touch Lu Mingfei again, I'll fucking kill them!

Old Tang said emotionally, "Mingming, sob sob! This brother is truly worthwhile! From now on, when we play StarCraft, I'll give you five workers at the start!"

"Who asked you to give way!" Lu Mingfei felt humiliated. Didn't this guy know that he was the one who had been giving way to Lu Mingfei all along?

Seeing that he had no choice but to go and cause trouble for the gang, Fingel yelled in desperation, "The four of us are unarmed, going to gang territory to demand someone? Are we tired of living? Even though I, Fingel, am wise and mighty, one fist can't fight four hands, and even a hero can't withstand a gang fight!"

"Your Majesty, please reconsider!" he said to Lu Mingfei.

"Who told you we're unarmed?" Old Tang wiped his face, his usually honest and likable face suddenly changing. His expression turned serious, and a chilling killing intent flickered in his eyes. "Come with me."

He led the three to his rented apartment, opened the door, and without saying a word, crawled under the bed and pulled out a huge aluminum alloy box.

The box looked heavy, and it made a screeching sound as it was dragged out onto the floor.

Old Tang squatted down and pressed his finger on a hidden groove on the side of the box.

"Click".

The lid popped open.

Lu Mingfei, Finger, and Erii all looked over at the same time with curious eyes.

Then, Lu Mingfei's eyes widened.

The box was very advanced in design, with several layers, each lined with black shock-absorbing foam. Various weapons were neatly arranged in the grooves of the foam, making it practically a small armory!

Cold weapons:

A military dagger with a bleeding groove.

Two uniquely shaped, poisoned short swords with blades that gleam with an unnatural, eerie blue sheen.

The world-famous Nepalese kukri.

Hot weapons:

Two modified pistols with noticeably longer barrels.

A shotgun with a rugged design.

The classic design of the AK submachine gun.

There were many magazines filled with bullets, and several cylindrical objects stuffed in the corner. Lu Mingfei suspected that they were hand grenades.

These are the ones that Lu Mingfei could recognize with his limited military knowledge; the actual number and variety are far greater than this.

"Holy crap!" Lu Mingfei gasped, pointing at the box, stammering, "Old Tang! Where did you get all this stuff?!"

Although I know that the United States has the right to bear arms, the fact that it has both submachine guns and grenades seems to far exceed the scope of legal gun ownership.

Old Tang scratched his head, a slightly embarrassed yet bitter smile appearing on his honest face.

"Mingming, I'm sorry to have kept it a secret for so long, but I'm actually a hunter."

"hunter?"

"Yes! I take on jobs on a very mysterious website. My main job is to go to all sorts of godforsaken places, dig up ancient tombs, and find ancient ruins. For example, the South American rainforest, the African desert, and the uninhabited areas of Australia."

"These weapons are for dealing with other hunters who are competing for the job, as well as some more troublesome creatures, such as zombies that have lived for hundreds of years, fire-breathing lizards, and giant human-faced spiders—terrifying monsters that only appear in novels. Without some tough stuff, I would have died eight hundred times over."

He paused, looked at Lu Mingfei, and his smile grew even more bitter: "This is also why I've never dared to confess to Maria. My job is like a death knell; I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I might just die in some corner during a mission. How could I possibly hold a girl back?"

The room was silent for a few seconds.

"I see." Fingel suddenly spoke, his nonchalant expression vanishing, replaced by one of inquiry and understanding. "Old Tang, you're a half-breed, you didn't know that, did you?"

"A mixed-race person?" Old Tang was taken aback, his thick eyebrows furrowing. "What's that?"

Fingel smiled and said, "You have mixed human and dragon blood. We call people like that hybrids. Only hybrids are qualified to take on jobs on the hunter website. Otherwise, they would have died long ago."

Old Tang, oblivious to everything else, said, "Sounds like Fu Rui? But I don't have claws or dragon scales."

He accepted this premise in an instant, after all, he had seen too many strange things when he was on missions.

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched. What the hell? Fury is a half-blood! Does that mean Kassel College is Fury's headquarters?

Taking the opportunity, Fingel gave Old Tang some basic knowledge, then said, "We're all hybrids! But we can discuss academic issues later; let's get the equipment sorted out now!"

Fingel, looking rather smug, rubbed his hands together and approached the box.

He first grabbed a pistol, weighed it in his hand, then picked up a miniature sniper rifle. "It's modified, isn't it? These things must have cost a fortune!"

Lu Mingfei also started picking out weapons, picking up a shotgun to get a feel for it.

Erii stood alone to the side, looking adorable and innocent, like a delicate Barbie doll.

"Sister-in-law, why don't you pick one that suits your taste?" Old Tang said.

Erii moved her rose-like eyes and swept her gaze over the layer of cold weapons. She then pointed to one of the most ordinary-looking silver-white short swords, which showed no signs of being poisoned.

"This?" Old Tang picked up the short sword, sheath still attached, and handed it to her. "That'll do, for self-defense. But in a real fight, a gun is still more useful..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Erii gripped the short sword, drew it from its sheath, and then flicked her wrist lightly.

boom--!!!

A blinding silver-white light burst forth from her hand, enveloping the short sword, and like an electromagnetic cannonball being fired, it instantly tore through the air and slammed into the wall at a speed that was impossible for the naked eye to perceive!

The entire building shook violently.

Then, a hole half a meter in diameter appeared in the wall, and broken red bricks were scattered all over the ground. Although there was no steel reinforcement in the wall, wasn't the visual impact terrifying?

The power of a single strike is so great that it can penetrate a wall as easily as drilling through tofu.

Old Tang: "..."

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his neck, and for some reason felt a strange fear, as if Erii had just hit him and sent him to the afterlife.

He suddenly realized that the giant anaconda he had encountered in the Amazon rainforest, capable of swallowing a wild boar whole, was nothing more than a docile and adorable little reptile compared to the seemingly harmless and beautiful girl in front of him.

Fingel swallowed hard, chuckled dryly, and gave Erii a thumbs-up: "My goodness, you're fucking awesome!"

Lu Mingfei coughed lightly and said calmly, "Basic stuff, don't be silly."

……

……

The top floor of an unremarkable three-story warehouse building in Queens.

In the lavishly decorated office, a burly Latino man with a menacing spider tattoo on his neck and wearing a floral shirt is pouring drinks for a white man in a suit sitting opposite him with a broad smile.

The white man was dressed in a suit and tie, his hair was neatly combed, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses; he looked like a Wall Street elite.

He gently pushed the wine glass away.

"Carlos, you've been doing a great job lately! That man is very satisfied with your goods!" The white man's voice was flat and even, but a cunning and sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Jones, it's all thanks to your patronage. Otherwise, I couldn't have handled such a large deal all by myself." The gang leader, known as Carlos, rubbed his hands together. "A few fresh pizzas arrived last night, absolutely top-quality. My men loaded them onto the ship and delivered them to the island in the middle of the night. They're sure to satisfy that gentleman!"

Mr. Jones gave him a cold glance. "Very efficient. Keep it up."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Carlos nodded repeatedly, a smug smile on his face.

At this moment, Mr. Jones picked up a black briefcase from beside his feet, placed it on the table, and opened it.

Inside were neatly stacked Franklins.

"This is what you deserve." He smiled slightly. "However, for that gentleman, those pizzas are still too few. Not enough. Make more. The gentleman has been having a good appetite lately and is looking for some delicious pizzas to enjoy."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the entire building suddenly shook violently without warning!

Dust fell from the ceiling in a flurry, like rain.

"boom!!!"

Immediately afterward, a muffled explosion came from downstairs, the glass windows rattled and shattered. Then, intense gunfire, screams, and roars erupted like firecrackers, continuous and rapidly approaching.

"What's going on?!" Mr. Jones's expression changed drastically. He reacted with lightning speed, ducking under the heavy solid wood desk with a practiced ease that was almost painful. "Federal Police? FBI? Or have the Russians attacked?!"

Carlos was startled, but being a seasoned gang leader, he quickly drew his pistol, his face ashen. "Damn it! I'll go check! Mr. Jones, you stay here!"

Mr. Jones hid himself very well, after all, he was of noble status and could not afford to die easily.

However, not long after, he heard another huge explosion outside the building, and Carlos let out a heart-wrenching scream, as if he had died.

Mr. Jones was stunned, cold sweat pouring down his face. Suddenly, he burst into tears, disregarding his image.

"That lord wouldn't want to silence us, would he?"