At this moment, several small warheads suddenly popped out from behind the robot, targeting Yan Jue and bombarding him.
Yan Jue's figure suddenly disappeared into thin air again, and in the next second, he was above the robot.
At the same time, the robot quickly adopted a defensive posture.
Yan Jue slashed down with his sword, and the robot was once again smashed heavily onto the ground.
This time, it directly created a large pit.
Yan Jue's long sword flew out of his hand and stabbed fiercely into the robot's body.
The robot twitched twice, then emitted a puff of smoke, and became still, completely disabled.
Yan Jue stepped forward to pull out his sword and curiously examined the robot.
"What material is this made of? It's so hard?"
Unfortunately, the robot was just an empty shell, and Ye Fengxing was not inside.
Just then, a rumbling sound came from afar again, and Yan Jue immediately became alert.
In no time, a sports car sped towards them.
With a beautiful drift, Tang Xiaomin's face appeared in the car.
As soon as Tang Xiaomin got out of the car, before she could even process what had happened, she was shocked.
The reason was that from her direction, she saw a red light flashing from under the wreckage of the robot.
"No! A bomb!"
Boom!
With a loud explosion, the already precarious branch office was instantly engulfed in thick smoke.
...
In the hospital, Yan Jue, covered in blood, waited awkwardly outside the emergency room.
Although he knew that Tang Xiaomin was only slightly injured and not seriously hurt, he still felt guilty.
Lu Xing was farther away and was not injured.
Zhong Li had not gotten out of the car and only sustained minor injuries.
"Mr. Yan, you should get your wounds treated first. Your blood is dripping onto the floor."
Unknowingly, a pool of blood had formed at his feet, flowing from a seven-to-eight-centimeter-long wound on his arm.
"Miss Tang will be heartbroken when she sees you like this.
"And, given your condition, you shouldn't be smoking."
Under the hesitant glances of several nurses, Yan Jue silently extinguished the cigarette in his hand.
After all, smoking was not allowed in hospitals.
Shortly after, Lu Xing brought a male doctor, and Yan Jue's arm wound was sutured outside the emergency room, making it less gruesome.
After waiting for half an hour, Tang Xiaomin was pushed out of the emergency room.
The moment before the explosion, Yan Jue had thrown himself over her to protect her.
However, they were too close to the bomb. With their current flesh and blood bodies, it was a miracle they weren't blown to smithereens.
"Minmin, how is your foot?"
"It's a bit fractured. The doctor has put it in a cast, so I can't move it for now."
Every time Tang Xiaomin got injured, Yan Jue felt it was his fault.
"I've hurt you again."
The man, covered in blood, completely disregarding his own injuries, confessed his apologies before her.
Anyone would be moved by his plea.
Tang Xiaomin's heart warmed, and she couldn't help but worry about him.
"You should check yourself first, look at your condition, and go get bandaged quickly."
Several nurses pushed Tang Xiaomin to a ward, and Yan Jue followed closely behind.
Tang Xiaomin looked at him curiously.
"Why haven't you gone for bandaging yet?"
Yan Jue said something that almost made Tang Xiaomin fume.
He said, "The nurse who's going to bandage you is a woman. How can I let any woman other than you touch me?"
He would rather bleed to death than be touched by another woman.
"Then what do you want?"
"I just don't allow any woman other than you to touch me."
...
When Lu Xing came in with scissors, gauze, and disinfectant,
Yan Jue took off his tattered shirt, which was stained even darker with blood.
If you didn't look, you wouldn't know, but a glance was shocking.
On his back, there were over a dozen wounds of various sizes.
The smaller ones had already scabbed over. In the larger ones, black foreign objects could be seen embedded in the flesh, and the torn skin was slowly bleeding.
Tang Xiaomin silently treated the wounds on his back.
After living too comfortable a life, her sense of crisis had been eroded.
Finally, Lu Xing had to ask a doctor to come. It was a female doctor, and after much persuasion, Yan Jue reluctantly agreed to be bandaged.
Afterward, they both stayed in the hospital for one night.
It was quite cold. Yuan City was a small city, and the hospital conditions were not comparable to first-tier cities like Modu.
The next day, they took a helicopter back to Modu.
They had originally planned to go on vacation abroad.
Unfortunately, plans had to change, and they had to stay in Modu to celebrate the New Year.
In the office, Tang Xiaomin looked at the combat footage that Lu Xing had captured on his phone.
Looking at the robot, her expression was unprecedentedly solemn.
In her memories of her previous life, she did not recall Ye Fengxing having such abilities.
Or perhaps, she had overlooked it.
This reminded her of the superheroes in European and American science fiction movies.
Lu Xing said, "Miss Tang, this robot is extraordinary. It can analyze Mr. Yan's combat patterns in a short period and devise a counter-strategy."
Tang Xiaomin also noticed this and nodded.
"It is indeed powerful, but unfortunately, it couldn't calculate Yan Jue's strength."
"It truly exemplifies the saying: the poor rely on mutations, and the rich rely on technology."
Tang Xiaomin closed the computer.
Lu Xing said worriedly, "Miss Tang, if such robots are mass-produced and deployed in combat, how will we cope?"
"Your concern is not unfounded, but you've overlooked an important issue."
"What issue?"
"The blueprints for nuclear weapons have long been released, and most people can build them. Why are there only a limited number of nuclear weapons in the world?"
"It's not because humans love peace, but because the materials are simply too scarce."
"I don't believe Ye Fengxing can mass-produce those robots. At most ten, and it would probably cost him all his fortune, not including the assets of the Ye Corporation."
Lu Xing breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good. Otherwise, fighting against such a robot army, even our undead legions might not stand a chance."
*Bang!*
Yan Jue slammed the table.
"I've decided! We'll expand the headquarters of Xianfu Group into the Pentagon!"
Zhong Li excitedly chimed in, "That's right, that's right! If we're going to expand, let's build something formidable. Let's see who dares to oppose us!"
...
Tang Xiaomin and Lu Xing looked at the wildly imaginative Yan Jue and Zhong Li with strange expressions.
They really dared to dream, the Pentagon.
"Cough cough... Let's go to sleep early. You'll have everything in your dreams."
Lu Xing said helplessly, "Mr. Yan, the Pentagon is magnificent, but it requires a lot of money. With our current income, I'm afraid we can't afford it."
Yan Jue snorted.
"If we don't have money, then let's list Xianfu Group on the stock market! Arrange it now!"
Lu Xing wanted to say more, but Tang Xiaomin gave him a look, and he left.
Only the two of them remained in the office.
Yan Jue had been dispirited these past few days and hadn't spoken much.
When he finally spoke, it was astonishing.
"Do you know what the Pentagon is used for? Do you want to go to war?"