In the room next door.
Zhao Lin stared in horror at the enormous, gear-shaped chunks of iron that had smashed straight through the entire room.
An iron chain linked the gears through their centers.
With a series of rattles, the chain dragged the gears back.
"What happened?"
Ye Qiyan came into the room and couldn't help frowning at the sight.
Through the hole smashed in the wall, he could see a man wearing a mechanical construct controlling a chain, making seven gears circle around him.
"Fan Huo! Surrender!"
"..."
Fan Huo. With an uncommon name like that, if his guess was right...
From another angle, in front of that man, a man with a cigar in his mouth and black sunglasses stood atop a fighter jet.
"Sloth's lackey. You think you can catch me?"
The man controlling the gears looked grim. He swung the chain, sending several gears spinning toward Fan Huo again.
"Don't you dare insult my lord!"
The gears whirled through the air, only to be blocked by a Hexagonal Shield before they could hit Fan Huo and deflected in other directions.
One of them happened to fly toward Zhao Lin again.
The girl's face went deathly pale. Watching the scene before her, she couldn't move, as though her feet had been bound.
"Tch."
Bang!
The room was completely destroyed.
Zhao Lin trembled, looking fearfully at Ye Qiyan, who had pulled her out of the room.
"Q-Qiyan..."
"Can you walk?"
"Yes..."
When they walked out of the Hot Spring Inn, quite a few people had already gathered on the street. The innkeeper stood off to one side, wanting to cry but unable to shed a tear.
"Damn you, couldn't you take your fight out into the wilderness?"
"Sir, do you know what's happening up there?"
Ye Qiyan walked