"I can't afford to use them. I really can't!"
Yang Yong waved his hands repeatedly, shaking his head like a rattle drum as he instinctively tried to push the two Curio firearms back.
He still hadn't caught on. All he could think was that these two weapons were death warrants; modifying them hadn't even crossed his mind.
Cao Xianming grew furious at the sight. He stepped forward, raised his hand, and delivered a vicious knock to Yang Yong's head.
"Damn! Old Cao, why'd you hit me?" Yang Yong clutched his head in pain and glared at him.
Cao Xianming stamped his feet and cursed, "Are you stupid? If their attributes don't match, can't you throw them back in the furnace and remake them?"
"You're an Artifact Refiner yourself. You and Mechanics just take different paths to the same destination!"
"The firearms they make might be hard for you to build from scratch, but surely you can modify and adjust them?"
Those words struck Yang Yong like a thunderbolt, bringing sudden enlightenment.
"Fuck! You're right!"
A blazing light instantly burst from Yang Yong's eyes. He stared fixedly at the Fantasy Sniper Rifle and Flesh-and-Blood Submachine Gun in Chen Gen's hands, his Adam's apple bobbing as the blood and vital energy throughout his body stirred.
The sight made him itch to act. He wanted nothing more than to throw the two Curios into the Ten-Thousand-Forging Primordial Furnace immediately and hammer and temper them into deadly weapons he could use.
In the end, under Old Cao's persuasion and encouragement, Yang Yong finally agreed to complete the exchange with Chen Gen.
His true goal.
Wasn't just the two Curios. More than that, he wanted a glimpse of how the firearm-specialist Mechanic Sequence actually crafted supernatural objects.
The methods of a Mechanic like Chen Gen