Namo Gatling Bodhisattva

The business was still in its initial startup phase, far from the point of being wealthy and influential, so every penny had to be saved where possible.

"Deal!"

"Great, Mr. Chu Men, love you!"

Chu Men shuddered as he read the final private message Anna sent, goosebumps breaking out all over his skin.

This foreign woman was far too bold; she couldn't actually be a real fan, could she?

Less than half an hour later, the shipment from A-Zheng arrived as well.

They were all basic materials, with bulk discounts applied.

As for Anna, she hadn't even asked for a deposit and had shipped the goods directly—she was full of sincerity!

Chu Men opened the crates to take a look, and good heavens!

Diazepam tablets, phenobarbital tablets, scopolamine hydrobromide...

In any case, they were all controlled substances where he recognized the characters but didn't know the names!

The weaponry was even more exhilarating!

The first weapons crate contained the famous Gatling gun!

The six 30-inch chrome-plated barrels shimmered with a cold, deep blue light.

The ammunition belt box was half a person's height, with golden bullets packed densely together, radiating a lethal luster!

Relying on his physique as a Spirit Ancestor, Chu Men grabbed the handle and hoisted it into his hands, clicking his tongue in admiration:

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, purifying the six senses with depleted uranium rounds. Three thousand six hundred rotations per breath, showing great mercy to all living beings!"

"Huh? Where did my sunglasses go?"

[Holy crap, streamer, you're asking for a prison sentence! You even got a Gatling gun!]

[It's over, I'm starting to worry about Sister Erlong now. What do we do? Can the Fire Dragon Battle Armor we designed withstand this?]

[Streamer, take it easy! If you let off a burst of that, your wife will be gone!]

The mood in the livestream room instantly did a 180-degree turn!

They had all been there to watch Chu Men make a fool of himself, but now they were all urging him to stay calm!

Six barrels and thousands of rounds of ammunition perfectly illustrated what a carbon-based lifeform destroyer looked like!

Power cables, flexible ammunition feed chutes...

Especially that trigger—why did he want to pull it so badly?

In an instant, Chu Men understood why Liu Erlong felt compelled to unleash that destructive sword strike once she donned the Fire Dragon Battle Armor!

Just like him right now, holding the Gatling gun, he found everything unsatisfactory and wanted to give them all a taste of a metal storm!

Wasn't this thing ten times more powerful than Tang San's Pear Blossom Needle of Torrential Rain?

Just how strong it was would depend on tomorrow's practical results!

Reluctantly putting down the Gatling gun, Chu Men picked up the Barrett anti-materiel sniper rifle from the crate next to it; this one was much lighter.

It featured a matte-textured body, a scope with a green glow, and a length of a full meter and a half.

It possessed immense single-target lethality!

Taking a head from a thousand meters away!

If he got the chance another day, he would try it out on Tang Hao's dog head!

Beyond that, there were four pitch-black RPG-7 rocket launchers lined up, their barrels sporting a matte finish and the wooden grips showing clear grain.

One look and you could tell they were top-tier goods!

A crate of olive-green egg-shaped grenades, their safety pins glinting with silver light.

And another crate of yellowish-brown C4 explosive blocks, along with the matching fuses and remote controllers.

There were countless other firearms and ammunition.

So that's how it is.

A mere Liu Erlong—he would take her down!

[The streamer has enough firepower here to fight a war!]

[Sister Erlong is about to suffer domestic violence! Is this the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?]

[Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west! Do not bully a young man because he is poor! Hahaha!]

Carried by this wave of excitement, Chu Men piled all the supplies he needed from the system warehouse onto his workbench.

Rows of white medicine boxes were arranged neatly, batteries were stacked like a small mountain, and bulletproof steel plates were piled in a heap...

Livestream points, random entries, black-tier entries!

His points plummeted like flowing water, and one entry after another popped up on the items on the table, with Chu Men using the Inversion Pen to modify them from time to time.

The efficiency was off the charts!

A box of sleeping pills, with the black entry "Forced Dormancy" altered by the Inversion Pen, transformed into "Potent Felix Felicis"!

Reinforced Kevlar Aramid Fabric, cut into a makeshift bulletproof vest, gained the black entry "Flame Immunity."

A bulletproof steel plate, processed into the shape of a shield, was imbued with the black entry "Indestructible"!

Barrett bullets gained "Powerful Penetration"...

Soul power batteries gained "Overload Charging"...

With his live-streaming points bottomed out, Chu Men had finally completed his grand task!

Looking at the items scattered across his workbench, each radiating a reassuring black luster, Chu Men smiled brilliantly!

"Hahahaha!"

If he weren't currently live-streaming, Chu Men would have loved to shout: I am invincible!

Under the eyes of the public, it was better to remain composed!

Chu Men looked at the "Indestructible" shield in his left hand, then at the Gatling gun in his right, and smiled slightly!

"Everyone in the stream, what do you think would happen if I used this Gatling gun to attack this shield?"

The chat room reacted immediately:

[Douluo version of 'pitting the spear against the shield,' are we?]

[The streamer has some wild ideas, why not give it a try?]

[I advise the streamer not to be reckless. It would be a shame to break such a hard-earned shield!]

Chu Men rubbed his chin and withdrew the crazy thought.

It was so late, and the neighbors had to go to work tomorrow.

Better not make too much noise.

Anyway, the place where Liu Erlong lived was spacious.

If the wooden cabins in the small forest were blown to bits, it wouldn't be a loss!

It was a natural training ground; surely Liu Erlong wouldn't mind a little destruction under these six thick barrels.

"Huhahahaha!"

[Why does the streamer sound so much like a villain when he laughs?]

[Can someone who kidnapped our Xiao Wu be a good person?]

[If the streamer were back home instead of in Douluo Continent, the pile of stuff next to him would have already landed him in a police station for tea.]

Meanwhile, in the wooden cabins deep within Blue Tyrant Academy.

A highly excited Liu Erlong was wearing her Fire Dragon Battle Armor, practicing her swordplay in the courtyard.

Crimson Flame Blade Waves followed one after another, endless and continuous!

With every strike, the dragon head on the chest of her armor glowed brighter!

Boulders were smashed to dust, trees were severed into pieces, and even a nearby small wooden cabin collapsed halfway from the shockwaves.

Liu Erlong sheathed her sword and stood still, wiping the sweat from her brow as her fingertips gently caressed the dragon head pattern on her armor's chest.

Behind the surging heat lay an entry she could not see—

"Heart of the Crimson Dragon"!

Liu Erlong only knew that this armor had been crafted by Chu Men himself, and its compatibility with her Fire Dragon Martial Soul was perfect!

He had put his heart into it.

Moonlight spilled onto the dragon scales of the armor, reflecting a cold light that intertwined with the crimson flames on her chest.

They shone in harmony, a breathtaking sight!

She looked toward the direction of the Star Soul Guidance Shop, the fire in her phoenix eyes replaced by a sense of high spirits and anticipation!

"Chu Men, don't let me down tomorrow!"

The night breeze swept through the forest, picking up a few fallen leaves that drifted onto the cold light of the armor.

They were instantly scorched to ash.

Heaven Dou City, Crown Prince's Mansion, study.

The smoke from sandalwood incense rose in curls, blurring the "Heaven Dou" plaque hanging on the wall.

Xue Qinghe, dressed in black formal attire for the Crown Prince, was bowing his head to review memorials.

His handwriting was elegant and forceful, matching his usual gentle and refined image perfectly.

The door was pushed open gently, and a tall man in black walked in, his voice low and hoarse:

"Young Master."

Since he did not mention failure, it meant success.

The man nodded slightly, revealing his profile; it was the same old man holding a spear who had killed in the Light and Shadow Theater.

Xue Qinghe—no, Qian Renxue—did not look up, continuing to write on the memorial with a flat tone:

"Speak."

"The moles in the Kingdom of Barak have been cleared!"

The elder kept his head bowed and continued, "Tang Hao has been acting like a madman lately, destroying our Spirit Hall branch halls one after another. The plan to win over the Kingdom of Barak has been completely disrupted."

Qian Renxue paused her brush, a cold sneer tugging at the corner of her lips:

"Leave the rest to that Pope in Spirit City. Elder Serpent Spear, keep a secret watch on Tang Hao."

"Understood!"