"Didn't you say these things wouldn't attack us on their own?" During a dangerous exchange, Yu Sheng narrowly dodged a "plastic" baton that swept past his face, then turned and shouted at Little Red Riding Hood, who was directing the wolves' counterattack nearby.
The baton in the plastic guard's hand struck the wall beside them. A string of dazzling sparks flew, accompanied by the sound of iron and stone colliding.
Yu Sheng twisted around, seized the plastic guard's arm, and slammed it to the ground. He then forcefully snapped its arm, but did not break it in half or twist off its head as he had before.
That was because, during their brief clash, he had noticed a pattern. Once these plastic mannequins were beaten into a pile of parts or suffered a certain degree of damage, they immediately triggered their "repair" function and returned to normal within seconds. Simply breaking their limbs and crippling them, on the other hand, greatly reduced their threat without triggering repairs.
"I don't know what's going on either!" Little Red Riding Hood and the wolves fought while retreating, finally steadying themselves in a corner of the exhibition hall. As she defended against the "Entity—Guards" constantly charging in, she shouted quickly, "I can guarantee that we haven't violated any of the museum's rules along the way. Under normal circumstances, these guards shouldn't appear at all!"
Yu Sheng opened his mouth, about to say something else, when he suddenly heard another burst of hurried footsteps coming from the passage at the far end of the exhibition hall.
One comical, staggering figure after another ran out of the passage.
Eileen's black "spider silk" had just restrained two charging plastic mannequins. Before she could catch her breath, she heard the commotion from the passage and turned to look.