While Grandma at Little Kitchen lamented the changing of the times and the unpredictability of the world, Chen Yu was also observing the state of Clear Spring City.
Unlike what he had imagined, as a culinary capital, Clear Spring City should have been packed with tourists and food everywhere.
But now, there were indeed many tourists wherever he looked, yet none of them seemed quite normal.
Quite a few had arrived in puppets. High-performance, limited-edition puppets could be seen everywhere. To distinguish themselves, some had even replaced their shells with pure gold and embedded them with large quantities of natural Spirit Stones.
Just as Chen Yu wondered what these people were here for, one puppet caught sight of Imperial Guard Type Eight, suddenly raised its hand, and sent a Sword Light hurtling toward Chen Yu.
Chen Yu sidestepped it, then lunged forward. Before the other party could release a second Sword Light, he smashed the cockpit with one punch, sending the massive puppet crashing heavily to the ground.
"Is something wrong with this guy? Why did he attack the moment he saw someone?"
Before Chen Yu could figure out why this man was so eager to die, another puppet charged at him.
It was a modified Hercules. The puppet, which should originally have been used for landscaping projects, extended its thick arms and tightly locked Chen Yu in its embrace.
As the puppet core roared, Imperial Guard Type Eight's already weak armor began to deform. Chen Yu would be cut in half at the waist next.
But Chen Yu merely raised his knee without any hurry. Hercules took a knee strike to the jaw, its body involuntarily deforming before it released him.
One-hundredth of a second later, Chen Yu's finger pierced through Hercules's cockpit. Black engine oil immediately spilled out,