"Don't make it sound so absolute, as if you're worrying about your own life and death -- oh right, lend me some money."

"What for?"

"For nothing, just lend me some."

Amelia turned her pretty face aside, presenting a golden card. It was rare to see this air of both resentment and helplessness in a girl who usually had everything under control. Maybe it's true what they say about 'every object has a formidable nemesis.' With their contract in place, Feng Yi didn't feel guilty accepting her offer.

However, when he saw the card, he hesitated for a moment, examined it carefully, and bit it. Indeed, it was a gold card! Feng Yi gave Amelia and the soldiers a fleeting glance, a smile on his lips, and advanced toward the Mecha display room without saying a word.

Though Feng Yi appeared relaxed, everyone knew what his mission meant. He had chosen to risk his life alone on the battlefield to find the whereabouts of Big Macs' two armored infantry divisions, an act of bravery worthy of everyone's respect.

The spaceship was carrying only ten Gun Rider main combat Mechas, one of which Feng Yi quickly appropriated.

After a brief while, a surfer appeared near the wheat fields by the sea. Feng Yi originally had a rope tied to his feet but later found it unnecessary. His balance was excellent. The sea breeze dried his clothes, creating a sense of utter comfort.

Stepping onto the shore signaled that the real work was about to begin. The ground, scorched by a green flame, still seemed to hold traces of a burnt smell. Being in a four-times gravity area, Feng Yi didn't feel unusual. He first used his radar watch to scan his surroundings, finding no trace of human presence within dozens of kilometers.

The nearest town was Stan City, 170 kilometers away. His first mission was to infiltrate Stan City to gather information.

Before setting off, Feng Yi opened a virtual light screen and sent a mono-threaded target communication to the spaceship. He then switched his radar watch to OFF mode, withdrawing a Desert Eagle and a military knife from the Space Crystal, attaching them to his thighs, adjusting his physical status with deep breaths.

In this state, Feng Yi could move much faster than when hunting the Scorpio Organization. With a gust of wind encircling his body, he shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.

Shush shush shush...

A shadow dashed through the lush forest and across the mountain wilderness, pausing every few dozen kilometers. Each time, he briefly activated the radar watch to check his surroundings then turned it back to OFF mode to continue the path...

Stan City, located in the southern part of Big Macs, along the coast, was known for its local seafood. However, due to recent wars, this once prosperous city had become a complete ruin. Those people who didn't leave their homes, for various reasons, established an independent small town called Stone Garden near the city.

The name of the town suited it well. The streets, colored by the earth-yellow city walls, had an ancient and vicissitudinous aura. It seemed to be disconnected from modern civilization. Outside the city, a few guards armed with rifles patrolled, fighting off the sleepiness.

All along his journey, Feng Yi saw many low-rise buildings with a few modern ones here and there. Most men carried small defense handguns, indicating the city's ferocious spirit and readiness for battle. This was undoubtedly related to being in a war-torn domain.

A private armored vehicle sped past him, raising clouds of dust. This might be seen as a demonstration of power here.

Feng Yi quickly covered his nose, thinking over his money issue. He needed to find an ATM, withdraw money, and then get information from a nearby bar. In such a messy place, exchanging money for information was always the fastest shortcut.

Having grown up on the Colonial Planet, he was already accustomed to this way of life. Feng Yi entered the old-fashioned bar and snapped his fingers, "Boss, a bottle of XO, and two kilos of beef."

Every eye in the container followed Feng Yi... seeing the weapons on his body and the gloves with trigger scars, everyone's first reaction was that this was not a lamb to slaughter, but a skilled warrior.

Under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, the bartender quickly served the drinks and food.

"Wait." Feng Yi abruptly called out just as the bartender was about to leave.

"Do you need anything else, sir?"

"I would like to hear some intel." Feng Yi put several coins on the tray.

The bartender, a pretty girl, seemed a little excited. She hadn't received a tip in a long time, excitement crossing her usually muddled face.

Feng Yi asked, "Has there been any interstellar flight passing through here recently..."

His words were cut short as a ragtag man looking like trouble stood up and snatched the tip from the tray, "I'll answer that for her. No."

The waitress was about to say something when the man gave her a cold glare, forcing her to retreat. The man looked satisfied, seeing Feng Yi's expression as if contemplating a response.

After a few seconds, Feng Yi again called for the waitress, "Wait a minute."

"Sir... do you need anything else?" The waitress glanced at Feng Yi, then at the unfriendly man, and timidly answered.

"Here, this is your tip."

Feng Yi placed several more coins into the tray, yet they were once again grabbed by the man. Seemingly relying on the numbers, his tattooed buddies also started giving Feng Yi malicious looks. Anyone with sharp eyes could tell the atmosphere had changed, conversation dying down.

With a nonchalant attitude, Feng Yi said, "Give her the money."

The man frowned, "It's your tip; once you gave it to her, it's no longer yours."

"Yes, the money no longer belongs to me. But did you have her permission?"

"Her? Hehehe, she will agree." The man looked at the waitress, "Isn't it so?"

The waitress reluctantly looked down.

"Is that so... ?"

The man seemed content with Feng Yi's seemingly helpless expression. But his next words made everyone think they had misheard, "Give me your money."

The man was shocked by Feng Yi's words; he even thought he had heard wrong, "Huh? What did you say?"

"Give me all the money you have."

Everyone had a look of disbelief; they seemed to have encountered a joking vigilante that day. The man asked, "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"What if I say no?"

"No, I think you'll agree."

Hearing this, the man burst into cynical laughter. He had never found anything more absurd in his entire life. His knuckles cracked ominously, and the men behind him also stood up and started walking towards Feng Yi.

"Sir, I don't want the money." The waitress quickly interrupted, only to be silenced by a harsh slap from the man. The crisp sound in the bar seemed especially ear-piercing.

Feng Yi couldn't help but frown.

"Come on, let's see how you make me agree." The man's hand was reaching for his gun.

Whirr... Bang!

Before the man could finish, a gust of wind rushed past his ear. With a swift sideways kick, Feng Yi sent the man flying into the bar wall, ten meters away.

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