You Have No Future

"Won't Uncle Martin be back again?"

Alice placed the steaming hot dishes on the dining table and asked Kraft, who had just finished a phone call.

"Yeah... I guess he thinks you can take care of me."

Kraft sat down at the table grumpily, muttering, "He must have been tired of me being a burden for a long time. Who knows, he might be having fun at a nightclub right now!"

"Huh? N-nightclub?"

Hearing such a stimulating word, Alice's face quickly turned red, and her hands holding the dishes started to tremble.

Why are you so shy for a robot!

Kraft glanced at Alice speechlessly, then saw the wobbly soup bowl in her hand.

"The soup's going to spill!"

Reaching out in time to steady the soup bowl in Alice's hand, Kraft bared his teeth and placed it firmly on the table.

"Hot, hot, hot!!!"

After putting down the soup bowl, Kraft yelped and shook his hands. He didn't have a rag to protect him like Alice did.

Why are you afraid of getting burned for a robot!

Even though he had built Alice himself, Kraft still couldn't understand her operating mechanism.

"S-sorry!"

Alice dropped the rag in her hand and hurried to get the medical kit.

"Sigh..."

While applying a cold compress to his hands with the rag Alice had dropped, Kraft sighed helplessly.

He was almost used to Alice's clumsy behavior. Although it was a bit troublesome, it really made Kraft feel like he had a sister.

It's actually quite heartwarming.

"Brother! I got the medicine box! ... Oh no!"

Watching Alice trip on flat ground and fall with a "splat" right in front of him, scattering the medicine box she was holding all over the floor, Kraft sighed again.

I must have been out of my mind to think it was heartwarming just now.

"Wuwuwu..."

Alice rubbed her nose and looked up at Kraft with teary eyes.

"Martin actually thinks you can take care of me..."

Kraft, sighing for the third time, pulled Alice up and began tidying up the spilled medicine box with her.

"Ah..."

Alice, feeling guilty, let out a mournful cry and retorted unhappily.

"But if it weren't for me, no one would cook for you."

"That's right, that's right," Kraft chuckled and reached out to pat Alice's head, then winced again as he touched the burn. "Our Alice is the most important."

"Don't treat me like a child!"

Alice protested, waving her fists fiercely but cutely.

Although Martin Li, the irresponsible parent, was never home, Kraft's life was still full of interest.

This made him completely forget Martin's previous warning.

At first, Kraft had been a little wary of any strangers around him. But after more than ten days with no activity, Kraft had put the matter out of his mind.

"Bang!"

A sudden impact sound interrupted the "siblings'" playful bickering. Fragments of the window, mixed with broken glass, ruined the untouched meal on the dining table.

Kraft stiffly turned his neck and looked at his own damaged window.

Several ruffians were climbing in through it.

"Yo, there's a little girl here too?"

One of them, who had a row of lip rings on his lip, looked around the room and then gave Alice a lewd smile.

"Don't cause trouble!"

The burliest of the intruders slapped the lip-ring guy on the back of his head and hissed.

"Hurry up and finish the boss's task. It'll be troublesome when the police arrive!"

"What did you do to someone else's dinner, you bastards!"

Kraft, in a fit of rage, turned the knob on his wrist to the maximum and grabbed a medicine bottle nearby, hurling it at the group of thugs.

The moment the hammer's subordinates showed a hint of disdain, they heard a shrill whistle. The medicine bottle thrown by the target person instantly appeared before them, hitting the lip-ring guy's nose with great force.

The lip-ring guy didn't even have time to scream before he was knocked unconscious. The small medicine bottle, carrying his body, flew out through the gap in the window again.

"Damn it! The target isn't an ordinary person!"

The burly man in the lead drew a pistol from behind his back, and the other intruders also took out their weapons, spring-loaded knives, pipes, chains, and the like, which was quite fitting for their delinquent identities.

"If you don't want to get hurt, just be good... huh?"

The burly man in the lead raised his pistol and aimed it at Kraft. Just as he was about to utter some harsh words, he saw Kraft holding his left hand flat, pointing his watch at him. Before the man could even question it, he felt a prick on his forehead, and a wave of drowsiness washed over him.

"Ah? Ugh..."

As his eyelids rapidly drooped, the man's grip on the gun loosened, and it fell to the ground. Then, he collapsed as if all his strength had been drained.

"Alice! Finish them off!"

Kraft snapped his watch shut and shouted at Alice.

"Huh? Huh?"

Alice, who had been completely bewildered the entire time, finally snapped back to reality at Kraft's reminder. She raised her hands and aimed them at the panicked intruders.

"R-Rocket Fist! Hya!"

With Alice's sharp cry, a puff of white smoke erupted from her wrist, launching a pair of fists. As they smashed into the noses of two thugs, they also revealed the Gatling gun barrels on her wrists.

"Da da da da da da—"

Modified by Kraft, Alice's wrist Gatling guns no longer fired beans, but tranquilizer darts filled with Professor Agasa's special anesthetic.

Soon, the thugs, riddled with tranquilizer darts, lay sprawled on the ground.

"You bastards! This is outrageous! Do you think this is Hell's Kitchen?!"

Kraft, whose dinner had been ruined, proceeded to kick the unconscious intruders and then pulled out his phone to call the police.

"No need to call the police, Young Master Kraft!"

A voice from outside the window suddenly stopped him. Kraft looked towards the sound and saw a Chinese man in a black suit who had appeared there at some point. Behind him, people in the same attire were dragging away the man with the lip ring.

He looked a bit familiar...

Kraft frowned as he sized up the suddenly appearing Chinese man.

"Hey! Aren't you the security guard from Martin's antique shop?"

Kraft had met him once before when he was looking for a suitable cauldron for making witch potions.

"Young Master Kraft has a good memory."

The security guard gave a stiff smile and said to him, "Leave the cleanup to us."

As he spoke, he nodded to the side, and a group of Asians in black suits filed in, carrying out all the intruders from the room. As they left, they also cleaned up the debris in the room.

"Well, we'll be taking our leave. Workers will be here tomorrow to repair the window."

The security guard, who hadn't revealed his name the entire time, nodded at Kraft and then left with the group of men in black suits without looking back.

Damn it! I've been tricked by Martin!

By now, Kraft understood everything. The talk about being short-handed was all nonsense. Martin just wanted to see what trump cards he had.

Although he was a bit annoyed, it wasn't worth getting angry over. Kraft was just a little curious...

What exactly was Martin doing? It didn't feel like he was running a legitimate business.

If it were just ordinary business competition, would there be a need for guns? The way those people acted just now didn't seem like company enforcers; they were more like the style of the gangs in Hell's Kitchen.

"Brother?"

Alice, who had reattached her hands and was done with the repairs, approached Kraft and cautiously touched his sleeve.

"Ah?"

Kraft, who had been lost in thought, snapped back to reality and smiled, patting Alice on the shoulder.

"You did great!"

"Heh heh~"

Pleased by Kraft's praise, Alice shyly rubbed the back of her head, a silly smile on her face.

The two of them tidied up the messy dining table and made two bowls of instant noodles to salvage their dinner.

"Let's go!" Kraft patted his full stomach and waved at Alice. "We're going to the studio!"

Although they had easily dealt with the intruders, judging by their actions, they were far from being mere "business rivals." And when Martin needed to be ruthless, he wouldn't hesitate to act against Kraft. Who knew if there would be a second, or even a third or fourth, attack? Therefore, Kraft felt he needed to prepare more.

Compared to his residence, Kraft felt his studio was safer.

"We'll be staying at the studio until things are resolved!"

After packing a bunch of food and daily necessities, Kraft said this to Alice.

Kraft also had no intention of going to school for the time being. What if those people went completely insane and caused trouble at school?

This was all to avoid harming innocent people; it absolutely wasn't Kraft trying to skip school!

After moving into the studio, Kraft not only installed more defensive measures but also slept constantly. Unfortunately, although he dreamed of many magical items, most of them were unusable, either requiring mystical power or special materials.

Occasionally, characters similar to Da Vinci would appear to provide comic relief, making Kraft so frustrated he wanted to spit blood.

"Kraft! Are you dead yet?!"

While Kraft was busy creating defensive tools for himself, Fatty Liao suddenly ran over and kicked open the studio door.

If Kraft hadn't already given Fatty Liao's image a green light on the surveillance system and automatically disabled the defense system when he approached, he would have been a dead fatty by now.

Seeing that Kraft wasn't speaking and was just looking at him with a disgusted expression, Fatty Liao immediately became unhappy.

"You scoundrel! After I was so worried about you! What's with that look?"

Fatty Liao lunged forward, grabbed Kraft by the collar, and shook him violently.

"Alright, alright..." Kraft broke free from Fatty Liao's grasp, straightened his collar, and said helplessly, "Didn't I tell you I had something to take care of? Don't come over so easily if it's nothing important."

"I was afraid you'd die in your studio and no one would know!"

Fatty Liao gave Kraft a light kick, clearly annoyed. Usually, when Kraft was holed up in his studio, he'd at least order takeout from home, but this time there was no activity at all. He thought Kraft's experiment had gone wrong and he'd killed himself in the lab.

"Don't worry, David. It's just that Martin had some issues, and I was worried it might involve you, which is why I told you not to come over."

Kraft knew Fatty Liao meant well, so he could only offer a brief explanation.

"Did Uncle Li's business run into trouble?" Fatty Liao couldn't help with that kind of thing, so he quickly changed the subject. "Then what do you usually eat? You haven't been surviving on instant noodles or something, have you?"

Before Fatty Liao could get a response from Kraft, the door to the inner room of the studio opened, and a cute girl walked out, someone who perfectly matched his aesthetic standards from head to toe.

"Brother, it's time to eat."

"Damn it! When did you get such a cute sister!"

Fatty Liao grabbed Kraft's collar again, then quickly let go, and instead gave him a hug.

"Brother-in-law! From today onwards, you're my real brother-in-law!"

Kraft sighed.

"Give up, you two have no future..."

Thanks to [Scorching Sun Overhead V] for the reward.

Today, the recommendation has started. It's quite noticeable on the PC version, but I couldn't find it on the mobile version...

In short, everyone, please vote, collect, and comment. Lately, I've had less time with Zhongyuan because I've been busy writing.