"Hello." Although the other man was clearly looking for trouble, Sun Hang still greeted him politely.
As the saying went, you didn't slap a smiling face. But the second half of Sun Hang's sentence instantly shattered that courtesy—"Big guy, did you switch careers from bodyguard to security guard?"
Iron Arm's expression did not change. He steadily walked to within ten paces of Sun Hang, stopped, and waved at Yang Qi and the two accompanying personnel, signaling for them to move aside.
"I heard you can control metal. Could you let me see it?" Iron Arm asked.
His tone was calm, without anger or provocation... Sun Hang wondered if this guy was the sort of martial arts fanatic character.
"I can control metal, sure, but there isn't any metal here for me to control." Sun Hang spread his hands. Before entering Tianshu Tower, he had handed over all his weapons. The only metal items on him now were his belt buckle and the zipper pull on his jacket. And the new pants Yang Qi had bought him were one size too big... If he melted the belt buckle, Sun Hang would probably have only two choices left:
Either fight Iron Arm while holding up his pants, or fight Iron Arm bare-assed.
Neither option sounded particularly wonderful.
"Are these enough?" Iron Arm untied a thick iron chain wrapped around his wrist and tossed it at Sun Hang's feet.
Considering Iron Arm's build, the chain seemed fairly normal in size. But from a normal person's perspective, it was absurdly thick. When it hit the floor, it sounded like something massive had fallen from the sky... Sun Hang estimated that it weighed at least half a ton.
"Wait!" Yang Qi suddenly stepped forward. "You... are you planning to fight here? Sun Hang was invited