This is Miss Su Lin's Great Victory!

In Night Sin City, District 12, Liu Fatty's Home-style Restaurant.

If you were to ask which industry has declined the fastest in this era, it would undoubtedly be the mass catering industry.

This is also the general trend—to reduce living costs and improve work efficiency, more and more people have given up the right to eat, converting their digestive systems into mechanical devices that only require nutrient paste to maintain bodily functions.

Coupled with the influence of the "Rust Fog," the average lifespan in Night Sin City has been decreasing year by year, causing this small shop hidden in an old residential area to see its business decline year after year.

From the outside, it looked dim and gloomy, with only a few patrons. The few employees present sat around listlessly, exuding a dispirited aura.

However, in the kitchen, it was a completely different scene.

An old man wearing a chef's hat was working furiously, but he wasn't stir-frying dishes. Instead, he was holding various high-precision tools, disassembling a cube-like instrument in front of him.

"Uncle Luo, how's it going?"

The waiter from the front desk walked in and asked, "This thing has been here for two days, can you replicate it?"

"It's not that easy, do you think it's like playing with building blocks?"

The old chef replied without looking up, "It will take at least another week and a half."

"That long?"

The waiter pouted, "But Leader Shen is urging us. Won't this be a bit..."

"I know he's in a hurry, but tell him to hold on."

The old chef took off the magnifying glass from his eyes and shot him an annoyed glance, "Developing this kind of precision equipment alone takes who knows how long. If it were you, you wouldn't be able to do it even with ten years."

"This... alright, alright. Just hurry up."

"Are you rushing me? By the way, ask Little Shen if he wants me to make a mechanical arm for Lei Song while I'm at it?"

"I got it."

The waiter paused, sighed, and left.

Having worked with him for so long, he still couldn't quite get used to the old man's temper.

Or rather, he didn't understand why Leader Shen took such good care of him, not only buying this shop specifically for him but also arranging so many elites to be the old man's bodyguards.

In his opinion, such actions were meaningless.

We're gang members, why bother making our own equipment when we can just snatch it? Why spend so much effort building it ourselves?

However, if he knew the old man's true identity, perhaps he would... perhaps he wouldn't change his opinion of him.

Even though the old man's true identity was truly impressive.

Luo Zhikang, one of the elders of "Spark," and one of the few mechanical engineers in the organization.

His specialty was turning decay into magic; scrap metal and discarded parts could become deadly weapons in his hands.

For the three years since "Spark" was founded, he had been providing equipment support. Most of the damaged items captured were revitalized under his reconstruction.

Many of the equipment he modified were even better than the original versions.

And before that, his name was already legendary.

Chief Engineer of the "Tianhe" conglomerate.

To hold such a high-ranking position in the former Night Sin City hegemony, the old man's personal capabilities were self-evident, and countless corporations had tried to poach him with high offers.

However, after "Tianhe" was destroyed, he also disappeared.

Most people believed he had died, but they didn't know he had simply gone into hiding, working as the head chef in a small restaurant.

And in secret, in this manner, he continued to serve his former employer.

The waiter naturally didn't know much about these secrets. Fortunately, despite the old man's eccentric temper, the job of looking after him was quite easy; he mostly slacked off every day.

The food he made was also good, making one feel that not modifying their mechanical stomach was a wise choice.

As he was muttering to himself, the restaurant door creaked open, and a short-haired woman wearing sunglasses walked in.

The waiter was stunned. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before... but he quickly snapped back to reality, greeted her with a smile, and approached her, "Welcome, what would you like to eat?"

However, what greeted him was a black gun barrel. In a daze, she appeared behind him, took out a silenced pistol from her waist, and cleanly pulled the trigger aimed at his temple.

Pfft.

A headshot. The waiter fell to the ground amidst a spray of blood, not understanding what had happened even in death.

"...What the hell?!"

Seeing this, the others were immediately startled and drew their weapons in unison.

"Kill her!"

This was one of "Spark's" safe houses in Night Sin City. On the surface, it was an ordinary small restaurant where you could order food.

But most of the time, it was deserted. From the waiters to the cashier, including those customers who seemed to be dining, they were all bodyguards assigned by Shen He to Luo Zhikang.

They were not ordinary gang members either, but skilled fighters, "Ascendants," each possessing formidable strength far beyond the average.

It had to be said that Shen He was very aware of how precious talent was.

However, facing all this, Su Lin simply took off her sunglasses and then, unconsciously, curved her lips.

Finally, Xia Wuyou wouldn't have to do this.

One minute later.

The fight in the front hall hadn't reached the highly focused Old Master Luo.

It wasn't until he saw Su Lin walk into the kitchen with a gun that he realized something was wrong.

Something had happened!

His first instinct was to activate the defense system here, but as soon as he reached out, the other party's pistol was already against the back of his head. "Don't move."

"...Who are you?"

Luo Zhikang gritted his teeth and helplessly raised his hands.

The fact that the other party could break through to this point proved that she had already dealt with all the bodyguards in the front hall.

He wasn't good at fighting and had no ability to resist.

"The Young Master wants to see you, so he sent me to invite Mr. Luo."

Su Lin answered a question with a non-sequitur, narrating expressionlessly.

"Young Master...?"

Before Luo Zhikang could react, a sharp pain shot through his neck.

Under the effect of the potent tranquilizer, he lost consciousness within seconds.

After tucking the "Sea Crane" from the table into her pocket, Su Lin dragged him out the back door, stuffed him into the trunk, and then drove away.

It was clear that Miss Su Lin was in a very good mood. Not only was she smiling, but she had even specifically chosen some of her favorite music to suppress the restlessness in her heart.

See? Wasn't it much more efficient for me to do this than that guy Xia Wuyou?

But speaking of which, how many fish had she caught with this single bait?

The Young Master's planning was truly thorough to be able to make such arrangements.

Meanwhile, someone was responsible for cleaning up the front hall. In less than half an hour, the corpses and mess inside had completely disappeared.

The rolling shutter was pulled down and a "Prime Location for Sale" sign was hung. To outsiders, it was just another small restaurant that couldn't keep up with the times.