On My Turf, You Have to Listen to Me~

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

Kraft's words struck Fatty Liao like a bolt from the blue.

"Why?!"

Fatty Liao, spittle flying, pointed at Kraft's nose and jumped around.

"Don't tell me you, with your imposing eyebrows, have improper thoughts about your own sister?!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Kraft pushed Fatty Liao's large head away, his face dark. Just as he was about to explain, a group of people armed with weapons rushed in.

"Damn it! Fatty, you really picked the worst time to show up!"

Using Fatty Liao's body as cover, Kraft quickly activated his wrist guards and pulled him behind him.

"You unlucky guy, you've run into trouble the moment you arrived!"

"No, no, no, we specifically followed this child in."

The leader, sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, explained slowly, looking completely in control.

This group of intruders was far more sophisticated. Unlike common thugs, they weren't covered in miscellaneous items and wore matching uniforms – all black suits, clearly influenced by watching too many Godfather movies.

"So... the stray dogs and homeless people from a while back were your doing?"

Shortly after they moved into the studio, a stray dog had broken in and been stunned by the preliminary defense system Kraft had built. More dogs had appeared sporadically afterward, and finally, a homeless man. After being stunned by the studio's defenses, Alice had thrown them all back onto the street.

He hadn't paid much attention at the time, but thinking back, the absence of attackers for so long was unusual. It turned out they had been testing the defenses beforehand.

Kraft pursed his lips. These calculating opponents were much harder to deal with than the previous thugs...

Fortunately, this was his home turf now.

"As expected of the genius boy Stark took an interest in," the slick-haired man lightly clapped his hands. "After all, the previous people sent failed, so it's always good to be careful."

"Uh... Kraft, did I cause you trouble?"

Fatty Liao asked weakly.

"Mhm," Kraft grunted in response, then comforted him, "But it's not a big problem."

"Oh? You have other tricks up your sleeve?" The slick-haired man smirked, thinking Kraft was bluffing. "Is it the so-called 'kung fu'? But we're not unarmed football players."

The slick-haired man displayed the Beretta M92F in his hand, subtly revealing he wasn't completely ignorant of Kraft's capabilities.

The men in black suits behind him also looked relaxed. It made sense; a dozen armed adults against three defenseless kids? They'd have them in no time.

"Brother, what should we do?"

Alice tiptoed to Kraft's side and asked in a small voice. Although Kraft had equipped her with new gear, she still looked on the verge of tears.

So the personality adjustments I made for her were completely useless?

Kraft stared at Alice, who looked like a startled hamster, his face a mask of exasperation.

"Don't worry! I'll protect you!"

Fatty Liao, blinded by infatuation, ignored the armed thugs surrounding them and patted his chest to impress Alice.

Alice looked uncertainly at Kraft, then at Fatty Liao, before giving him a polite yet awkward smile.

"Alice, Haro, prepare for battle!"

Kraft grabbed Fatty Liao and retreated behind Alice, shouting loudly.

"Battle commencing! Battle commencing!"

A green spherical ornament on Kraft's desk suddenly opened two circular wings and emitted a mechanical synthesized voice.

Following Haro's voice, steel walls rose around the studio, trapping everyone inside. Then, several openings appeared at the top of the walls, and over a dozen machine guns extended, all aimed at the slick-haired man's group.

"De-Defense mode!"

Alice, shielding Kraft and Fatty Liao, let out a soft cry. The back of her body suddenly opened, and several steel plates and bulletproof glass quickly formed a large riot shield in front of her, protecting all three of them.

After removing Alice's useless wind-up mechanism, the device on her back used to wind it naturally became redundant. Kraft dismantled it, freeing up considerable space. He had learned several rapid assembly techniques from a bearded man named Rory Swann in his dreams, which he applied to Alice.

In fact, most of the rising steel walls and machine guns were also based on Swann's technology, but Kraft had handed over control to the AI, Haro.

"Th-this this this..."

The situation changed too quickly, leaving Fatty Liao so astonished he couldn't speak clearly.

"I already told you, you have no future..."

Kraft shrugged at him helplessly.

"Is this the time to say that?!"

Fatty Liao, having regained his ability to speak, excitedly grabbed Kraft's shoulders and shook him violently.

"You guy, you've secretly mastered such terrifying black technology!"

Although seeing Fatty Liao's astonishment gave Kraft a sense of accomplishment, it wasn't the time to show off. He broke free from Fatty Liao's grasp and looked at the slick-haired man, who was breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Now do you know what I'm capable of?"

"Hehehe... I think there might be a slight misunderstanding between us."

The man with the slicked-back hair quickly put away the Beretta M92F in his hand, pulled out a white handkerchief, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Then, he roared at his subordinates behind him in Italian, "What are you doing?! Put your weapons away, now!"

"So, it's the Italian mafia... No wonder they're acting like the Corleone family..."

Kraft curled his lip. It was a shame they showed their true colors as soon as they were at a disadvantage. He really couldn't expect anything from these gangsters.

"We sincerely apologize for disturbing you. However, we are merely doing a job for money. If we had known Mr. Kraft possessed such strength, we would never have gotten involved in this mess."

After wiping his sweat, the slick-backed man had somewhat recovered his former composure. However, the situation was clearly not in his favor, and he humbly placed himself in a subordinate position.

"Then, who is the one who actually wanted to cause trouble for Martin? And why target him like this?"

Kraft inquired curiously. Martin refused to tell him, so Kraft wouldn't pry, but it didn't hurt to get information from others.

"We usually just take jobs and don't pay attention to our employers' business..." The slick-backed man spread his hands helplessly, but quickly added, "However, I know the person we dealt with. He's a key operative of the Magia Gang, known as 'Black Wolf.' I heard the Magia Gang has been heavily targeted recently. Perhaps it's related to your father?"

"Magia Gang?"

Kraft blinked, then a bright smile spread across his face.

"Then I know what's going on. Thank you for clearing things up."

After nodding his thanks to the slick-backed man, Kraft clapped his hands and gave a command to the small green sphere on the table.

"Haro, switch to tranquilizer darts."

"Tranquilizer darts ready! Tranquilizer darts ready!"

Haro flapped its wings, emitting electronic sounds. The machine guns on the wall also responded with the sound of magazine changes.

The slick-backed man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He adjusted his collar and gave Kraft a wry smile.

"The Gambino family will remember your friendship."

Then, along with his subordinates, he drifted off to sleep.

"Battle ended! Battle ended!"

Under Haro's electronic command, the machine guns on the wall retracted, and the steel walls sank into the ground.

"Brother, these gangsters are so scary~~~"

Alice retracted her riot shield, her eyes filled with tears as she wailed at Kraft.

"Didn't they get taken down in an instant?"

Kraft rolled his eyes and lightly tapped Alice.

"But they're still scary..."

Alice replied with a wronged pout, which made Kraft completely abandon any plans of using her as a combat unit.

"Bang!"

The studio door was pushed open again. The same security guard from last time, along with a group of men in black suits, rushed in.

"Again!"

Fatty Liao jumped back in fright at first, then quickly regained his composure and patted Kraft's shoulder.

"Quick! Kraft! Deal with them!"

After saying that, he proactively retreated behind Alice.

"Didn't you say you were going to protect Alice?"

Kraft glanced at him with disdain, then explained, "Don't worry, these are our people."

The security chief nodded at Kraft and waved his hand at his subordinates. The men in black suits quickly carried away the other group of men in black suits and left silently without a word.

"Wait! Give Martin a message for me, tell him to come back when he has time."

Kraft called out to the unnamed security guard. Martin had actually gone to seek revenge on the Magia Gang behind his back. Kraft couldn't pretend not to know anymore.

"Kraft! You actually managed to build something this amazing!"

After the men in black suits had all left, Fatty Liao regained his usual liveliness. He picked up the small green sphere on the table and examined it, constantly exclaiming in admiration.

"Thank you for the compliment, thank you for the compliment."

Haro happily flapped its wings and said to Fatty Liao.

"Hmph... This is nothing..."

Kraft muttered under his breath. His standards were much higher than Fatty Liao's. Haro, this intelligent robot, was just a small toy. The giant humanoid mechs in his dreams were the true romance for men...

Unfortunately, he couldn't build them yet.

"Oh! It can even move freely!"

Fatty Liao exclaimed again as he watched Haro grow hands and feet and run around on the table.

Kraft's face darkened as he smacked the back of Fatty Liao's head. "Are you stupid? I can make a lifelike robot as big as Alice, so what's so special about Haro's level?"

"Oh, right! Alice is actually a robot... I'm heartbroken again..."

Fatty Liao, who had been dejected for only two seconds, suddenly jumped next to Kraft and hugged his shoulders tightly.

"Kraft! We're good friends, right?"

"Uh... I guess so..."

Kraft replied with a hint of hesitation, mainly because Fatty Liao's gaze was genuinely unsettling.

"Please, make a cute girl robot for me too!" Fatty Liao's eyes shot out a greedy, greenish light. "Having a robot maid is my biggest lifelong wish!"

"Get lost!"

Thanks to [thegazi] and [Book Friend 20170525203433891] for the tips.

Also, can't you guys pick IDs that aren't so hard on the eyes... I'm really bad at dealing with these long strings of numbers