High-Speed Micro-Machine Knuckle Duster

"Urgh, urghhh..."

Beside the Kusarigama Hunter 430, Black Rose frowned as she watched Little Finger vomit on the ground, utterly devoid of dignity.

It turned out that being a simp wasn't easy either. When this latest heavy motorcycle from the Nightless City accelerated to 350 kilometers per hour in 2.3 seconds, he had already completely forgotten what that slender waist felt like.

And when the Kusarigama Hunter 430 reached half the speed of sound thirty seconds later, Little Finger had entered heaven in a daze.

Seeing the suspicious yellow stain on the back seat, the corner of Black Rose's eye twitched violently.

"Dare to ride my bike next time and I'll kill you!"

With that, Black Rose went straight into the old metal recycling station.

Just as Gao Gong knew where Black Rose's garage was, Black Rose also knew the location of Gao Gong's secret base.

After all, the two of them had secretly met in both places.

However, Gao Gong's recent string of actions had made Black Rose feel somewhat unfamiliar with him.

Was he giving up on himself? Or striving to improve?

Neither seemed quite right.

This unfamiliar feeling, this sense that he was slipping beyond her control, annoyed her somewhat.

The only thing she knew was that this little man had somehow gotten hold of a huge sum of mechanical coins recently and had gone on a major spending spree at the military warehouse.

"Wait, wait for me." Little Finger came running over, drenched from head to toe. Hearing the familiar "vrrrr" sound, he immediately flew into a rage.

"You little punk, you really are messing around with my operating table! Does he know how expensive this thing is? There isn't a second one in the entire Automobile City!"

Black Rose walked familiarly to the metal shed and saw Gao Gong, bare-chested, holding a scalpel in his left hand. His patient, however, was his own right hand.

Half of his palm had been cut open, exposing titanium finger bones. The nerves in his palm were tangled over each finger bone like electrical wires.

Gao Gong seemed to be performing a delicate nerve-adjustment operation. Apart from his left hand, the three mechanical arms on the operating table were also in motion: one held a blade, one held a needle, and the last sutured muscle. The three arms swayed so quickly that they dazzled the eyes.

Black Rose opened her mouth, but Little Finger suddenly became serious and pressed a hand against her shoulder, saying solemnly:

"Before an operating table, the first rule is to avoid making loud noises."

Then his expression collapsed. His face filled with disbelief as he muttered, unable to understand.

"This is impossible. How is it possible? There are more than fifty modules in this operating table, and he understood all of them in less than a week?"

"And he's operating all three arms at once! I've performed augmentation surgeries for more than ten years before I could control three surgical arms simultaneously. What gives this kid the right?"

"What's embedded in the center of the palm bone? A neural regulator?"

Black Rose said nothing. Instead, she began walking around the room.

A mobile sterile room, sensory isolation equipment, a neural suppressor—these were all military medical devices.

An electromagnetic cutter, a miniature forge, a high-temperature press, magnetic resistance stone, chromium iron, military fireproof cloth...

One item caught Black Rose's attention: a black glove. The glove's outer layer seemed to be made from the hide of some radiation beast, while its inner layer was lined with the soft fur of another. Putting it on felt like slipping one's hand into cold cotton—except the palm was somewhat hard.

Each of the glove's four fingers had a circular connector, indicating that the glove was only half of some piece of equipment. There was another half—

Black Rose soon found the other half. It was a chainsaw-shaped knuckle duster—or perhaps a knuckle-duster-shaped chainsaw.

The four connectors on this "knuckle duster" fit perfectly onto the backs of the glove's fingers. Black Rose now understood what the hard object in the palm was, too.

It was a miniature energy board.

A woman who liked heavy motorcycles was, deep down, fond of violence. Black Rose looked around, wanting to find something to practice on.

"Bzzzt, bzzzt—"

After the neural accelerator was successfully implanted, Gao Gong let out a sigh of relief. He tapped the operating table a few times, and the three surgical arms withdrew. Two small suturing arms moved in, stitching the palm with the precision of old tailors.

With his mind intensely focused, Gao Gong hadn't noticed anything happening outside. Normally, no one came to this place.

The moment he relaxed, however, a bald head poked over.

Before Gao Gong's consciousness could react, his newly operated right hand responded. It shot out like lightning, five fingers clamping around the other man's neck like pincers and lifting him into the air.

"You... cough, cough... let go!" Little Finger's face turned visibly red, then blue.

"Oh, sorry. Muscle memory, muscle memory. Tsk—"

The sutures between his fingers burst open in a spray of blood again. Gao Gong sucked in a breath and hurriedly grabbed a sterile cloth to cover his palm.

"How do you keep appearing out of nowhere? Don't you know you should announce yourself first?"

Watching Gao Gong blame the victim, Little Finger couldn't help rolling his eyes. But he had no time to argue. Grabbing Gao Gong by the shoulders, he demanded urgently, "It worked? How did you do it? How could it possibly work? What surgical plan did you use?"

A cybernetic doctor's surgical plan wasn't merely a series of surgical procedures. It also included the design and calibration of the prosthetic, its integration with the human body's systems, and even the development and implantation of its programs.

Simply put, designing a surgical plan required a team that included a mechanic, a rehabilitation therapist, and a neural augmentor.

An ordinary cybernetic doctor could install a hundred prosthetics of the same type and still wouldn't dare claim they could come up with a complete plan.

He had been a cybernetic doctor for nearly twenty years, yet he only had three surgical plans he could truly present. The others either contained design flaws or suffered from some "unknown problem."

While wiping his palm, Gao Gong checked the results of the operation on the system panel.

[Completed one neural system augmentation. Neural system augmentation rate +1%]

Among the eight major systems, every 1% increase in augmentation rate granted 20 health and 10 stamina.

Manual Neural Flow Accelerator: Adjusts the neural network in the palm to accelerate neuron transmission, making it more suitable for wielding weapons. Perception +1. Attack speed with melee weapons +10%. Critical hit rate +5%.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you," Gao Gong suddenly said.

Little Finger froze. "You'll teach me?"

Does this idiot have any idea how precious this 'plan' is?

"Oh, right. I still owe you six thousand mechanical coins, don't I? Card or cash?"

Little Finger was shocked again. This kid actually wants to pay me back?!

I knew it. How could this surgery possibly have succeeded?

It even changed his personality. The side effects of this surgery are terrifying!

Just as Gao Gong was about to say something, a tremendous "boom" rang out. The noise sounded like a shell had landed near the recycling station.

Under the two men's stunned gazes, a wall at the edge of the recycling station first developed a spherical bulge as large as a water tank. Then, with the bulge as its center, countless cracks spread outward. The cracks grew wider and wider until they covered the entire wall.

The next moment, the wall collapsed with a roar, revealing Black Rose behind it, wearing the glove.

Holy crap, that strength is over 30, right?!

Gao Gong stared at the scene in shock and remained silent for a long time.

No wonder she could keep this two-flower red staff as her kept man. Sister Rose is pretty badass.

Black Rose rubbed her slender wrist as though the monstrous strength had never existed. She walked over to the two men and tossed the glove over.

"Calibrate it. Use better materials, increase the output, then bring it to me."

"Uh... no problem."

Gao Gong really wanted to refuse, but he didn't want to die. Fortunately, he had prepared two sets of materials beforehand, so making another one wasn't a big deal.

Still, looking at the warped saw teeth on the "Micro-Machine Knuckle Duster," he couldn't help wondering what kind of superior material would be needed to withstand violence like hers.

Name: High-Speed Micro-Machine Knuckle Duster

Type: Mechanical Gauntlet

Quality: Excellent

Weight: 4.4 kg

Base Attributes: DPS: 120 Attack: 24 Attack Speed: 5 attacks/sec Attack Range: 0.7 meters

Additional Mode: High-Power Mode

Plugin Slots: None

Remarks: You must have been a delinquent as a child to come up with something like this.

High-Power Mode: Also known as Chainsaw Mode. In this mode, Attack +15, Armor Penetration Rate +40%, Critical Hit Rate +25%, and a 60% chance to inflict bleeding.

Remark 2: What is Saw compared to this? You're the true flesh cutter.

It was obvious that the system liked this thing. Otherwise, it wouldn't have added two remarks.

Some extremely law-abiding player had no idea how they'd come up with this thing. Mounting a chainsaw on one's hand could only be described as spectacularly eighteen-plus.

The "Red Unicorn" was useful against large radiation beasts. But once it encountered medium or small targets, its high attack speed left this heavy greatsword flailing uselessly.

A gauntlet that could both penetrate armor and protect the wearer was the perfect self-defense tool.

"What are you two talking about?"

Little Finger came back to himself and hurriedly said, "This kid's surgery failed. His brain suffered severe damage. Not only does he want to repay me, he also wants to teach me that surgical plan for free."

Gao Gong's face darkened. He nearly couldn't resist punching him.

Black Rose, however, saw through the situation at once and said directly, "Tell me what you want."

Gao Gong shrugged and took a glass case from the drawer below. Inside was a synthetic eyeball that looked exactly like a real one.

"An upgraded version of my old prosthetic eye. It has an aiming function, as well as night vision and infrared imaging."

"Replacing your own eyeball is pretty difficult. I'm no Xiahou Dun."

Unfortunately, no one understood the reference.

Black Rose looked at Little Finger. "Deal?"

Little Finger was still somewhat unwilling. "Organize the plan first. I'll check whether there are any problems."

"The blueprint—no, the surgical plan—is in the drawer. Go look at it yourself."

"How did you actually do it?"

"Do you think he'd tell you a secret like that?" Black Rose twirled the key in her hand and suddenly smiled. "Come on. I'll take you for a ride."

"Sure." Gao Gong shrugged, then naturally draped his left arm around Black Rose's waist. His five fingers pressed down, sank slightly, and bounced back. It was remarkably supple.

"Don't look at me like that." Facing Little Finger's blazing gaze, Gao Gong glanced at the other man's crotch, where the outline was extremely obvious.

"You had your chance, and you blew it."