Xiao Feng had been pondering a question, and that was the energy source driving Thomson's mechanical arms and other devices?

Oil?

Electricity?

Or natural gas?

Understanding that these modified components attached to the limbs were not inherently part of him, these things could not possibly rely on the body to provide energy.

So, from another angle, if the energy source could be seized, it would be equivalent to cutting off Thomson's lifeline. Unfortunately, understanding this concept was easy, but achieving it was much more difficult.

"What are you thinking about?" Thomson looked at Xiao Feng and teased, "Are you wondering how long I can operate these devices?

Indeed, the devices on me have a time limit and cannot be driven for long periods.

But, there is more than enough time to kill you."

Xiao Feng replied coldly, "Don't you think you're talking too much nonsense?"

Thomson wasn't annoyed and laughed, "Old friends, after such a long absence, it's inevitable to say a few more words, but since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll grant you your wish!"

As he finished speaking, the two mechanical arms suddenly lifted up, flipping upward like skeletal claws. Numerous small holes appeared in the palms.

"Ka ka ka ka ka..."

The familiar sound rang out again, as if a mechanism had been activated.

Although Zhao Guo'an didn't have a fear of holes, the scene before him still caused his scalp to tingle uncontrollably. He nervously asked, "Old Xiao, it can't be bullets inside those, can it?"

"Have you ever seen bullets with such a small caliber?" Xiao Feng retorted. "Get out of the way. As long as the speed is fast enough, even if they're not bullets, they can still take your life."

Zhao Guo'an nodded heavily, hurriedly picking up the phone that had fallen nearby, trying to turn it on to notify Lin Zhiyan and others, urging them to abandon coming to aid.

In fact, Xiao Feng had also speculated about what might come from Thomson's palms, concluding that whatever it was, it was at least unlikely to be bullets or any other hot weapons.

Because force acts mutually, the thrust generated by firing bullets would rebound to Thomson himself. Additionally, the high temperatures needed to ignite the gunpowder in bullets were also an unavoidable factor.

Though Thomson had turned himself into this high-tech state, he couldn't defy the most basic laws.

Meanwhile, as Zhao Guo'an picked up his phone, a series of whooshing sounds arose.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

Iron nails barely a few millimeters thick flew out from the palms of Thomson's iron claws.

After a round of volley fire, the ground where Xiao Feng had stood was riddled with holes, with the ends of the nails still protruding from the surface, likely to cause a vehicle breakdown by tomorrow.

As for Xiao Feng himself, he was now standing under the eaves of a shop on the roadside, watching the spot where he had previously stood, a trace of solemnity showing between his brows.

"Yanhuang, I remember you once said that my research achievements are worthless, something you could crack with a single finger. Why then are you now being cornered by these 'worthless' research results of mine, into such a pitiful state?"

Thomson laughed recklessly, seemingly deriving perverse encouragement from every retreat by Xiao Feng, increasingly reveling in the momentary satisfaction.

"To me, your pile of scrap metal is still a joke. If it's really as formidable as you say, would I still be able to speak now?" Xiao Feng countered sarcastically.

Listening to this, Zhao Guo'an couldn't help but feel speechless at heart. No matter what, Xiao Feng's mouth would never admit defeat.

But what's the use of stubbornness? Can one kill the opponent with just words?

The next moment, Xiao Feng lept from the eaves onto the roof, circled around to Thomson's back after a few jumps, and plunged his dagger unhesitatingly toward his opponent's neck.

Thomson didn't turn his head, but pressed at his waist, automatically increasing his height by twenty centimeters, causing the stab that was supposed to pierce his neck to reach only his spine.

For an ordinary person, the spine would also be a vital spot, but Thomson was evidently not an ordinary person. He couldn't even be called a pure human; he was a half-human, half-iron entity.

"Clang!"

Another crisp sound resonated. Xiao Feng could even feel the tip of his dagger chipping, yet no matter how hard he exerted, he couldn't drive the dagger further in.

"Damn your blasted facade!"

After cursing, Xiao Feng kicked between Thomson's legs.

However, before he could hit the target, Thomson's right leg bent backward at a completely unnatural angle and kicked Xiao Feng in the stomach first.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound echoed as Xiao Feng completed a 180-degree spin in the air, crashing heavily five meters away.

"Old Xiao!"

Zhao Guo'an exclaimed in shock. Despite knowing Xiao Feng for so long, it was the first time he had witnessed Xiao Feng being beaten so miserably.

Under normal circumstances, Zhao Guo'an might find it pleasing, perhaps even want to toast a shot in celebration.

But in the current situation, it was impossible for him to be happy. If Xiao Feng really perished, he'd be the next to suffer.

Xiao Feng sprang to his feet in a carp's leap, his face flush with unnatural redness, a clear line of blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes brimming with unhidden fury, evidently truly enraged.

Slowly turning around, Thomson said unemotionally, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Don't worry, I'll leave you a whole corpse, just enough to see if you can 'rise from the dead.'

Xiao Feng snatched up a garbage can from the roadside and hurled it over; he had lost the patience to continue bickering with Thomson, nor could he remember how long it had been since he felt so repressed.

Anger ignited the dormant volcano in his heart. As the trashcan was thrown, Xiao Feng strode forward toward Thomson, "I refuse to believe that I can't dismantle you, this inhuman creature!"

Thomson's mechanical arms shot forward again, chaining around Xiao Feng's upper body twice, binding him tightly, rendering both arms immobile.

It wasn't that the distance was too close to avoid, but that Xiao Feng had never intended to dodge at all.

Bound by the chains, Xiao Feng roared, clenched his fists, and exerted all his strength to break the chains.

"Screeech..."

A piercing sound rang out, and the interlocked chains actually began to show signs of breaking, seemingly about to snap at any moment.

For the first time, Thomson frowned and quickly raised the other mechanical arm, aiming it at Xiao Feng's abdomen...

Seeing this scene from a short distance, Zhao Guo'an felt a chill rise from his feet, knowing very well that once Thomson's mechanical arm was unleashed, Xiao Feng's stomach would be pierced with a hole.

What to do?

What to do?

Zhao Guo'an was anxiously breaking into a sweat.

Right at that moment, the large iron wok used for frying dough sticks in the nearby steel shed caught his attention.

In a critical moment, Zhao Guo'an took off his coat, wrapped it around his elbow, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and charged at the glass window.

"Crash!"

The window shattered with a gap, Zhao Guo'an reached in to unlock it, jumped inside, grabbed the iron wok, and dashed towards Xiao Feng with all his might.

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