Soul Steel

"Let me see... twelfth floor... Room Seventeen..."

Xu Yanwu looked at the room number on the keycard, took the elevator up to the twelfth floor, and began searching for his room.

"Seventeen. This is it."

Xu Yanwu finally found his room. Room Seventeen.

There really was not even a single guard outside the door...

"Heavenly Fate is really something else. Especially Otto—couldn't he send more people to guard the Soul Steel? Isn't he afraid it'll get stolen..." Xu Yanwu muttered as he opened his door.

But the moment he opened it, he found a cannon barrel at least a hundred millimeters wide pointed straight at him.

Xu Yanwu fell silent.

The room was far livelier than he had imagined.

Several Heavenly Fate mechs were guarding the room, while one person sat properly in the center, holding an ordinary-looking suitcase.

Facial recognition in progress. Target identified.

Target confirmed. Alert lifted.

After the Heavenly Fate mechs scanned Xu Yanwu, they lowered the cannon that had been aimed at him.

"Mr. Xu Yanwu, I have been waiting for you for quite some time."

The person guarding the suitcase stood up. It was Amber, the one Otto had entrusted with the Soul Steel.

"Otto sent you?"

Xu Yanwu said, "That's what I thought. There was no way they would just leave something so valuable in a hotel."

"You jest, Mr. Xu Yanwu. The item being transported this time is valuable enough that even Heavenly Fate must treat it with caution. Besides, it has to be delivered into your hands for you to personally receive it."

Amber lifted the Soul Steel. The heavy Soul Steel was carried over to Xu Yanwu like a box, and a section on its surface lit up, just large enough for a palm. "Mr. Xu Yanwu, please place