Chapter 79: ing Sword Case

  “Thank you, Boss.”

  After receiving the invitation, An Jing did not hesitate in the slightest. He could tell that the owner of this recyg hut possessed te-stage Qi Refining strength—seventh hth yer at least—and also had the advantage of a formation. His power seemed formidable, and he likely enjoyed siderable bag.

  Because of that, Huo Qing was naturally safe for the moment, and An Jing’s own pns also found a pce to unfold.

  Despite its archaic exterior, the interior of the recyg hut acious and bright. Shelves lihe spa a , orderly manner, filled with all sorts of goods dispyed in tidy rows—enough to soothe anyone’s obsessive streak, and it made An Jing feel surprisingly fortable.

  Perhaps owing to the spirit pnt formation, the air inside was wonderfully fresh.

  At a gnce, An Jing saw a vast array of Magical Artifacts, firearms, bullets, and talismans, spanning everything from raw materials to finished products. Everything he might need seemed to be in stock.

  Seeing this, he rexed. He felt fident he could purchase everything he needed right here.

  When Iron Hauro the hut, he immediately began tending to Huo Qing’s injuries.

  “Every bit of this pain is what you deserve!”

  His words were merciless, and he applied the medie with as much force as possible, making Huo Qing nearly cry out. But Huo Qing only gritted his teeth in silence, which soothed Iron Hand’s mood somewhat. “It looks like you’ve made some progress—grown tougher and stopped being the same muddleheaded fool.”

  “Back then, I had Daqiang bring you into the gang so you could figure out what you truly wanted. In many ways, it led you astray—but at least it jolted you awake.”

  “Uncle, actually I—ow!”

  Huo Qing had been about to expin that he never gained much from joining the gang, and that his true awakening came from Uncle Daqiang’s betrayal and Brother An’s help. However, Iron Hand’s heavy hand nearly knocked him out again, sileng him mid-sentence.

  From where he stood, An Jing could tell Iron Hand’s earlier kid sp had hit precisely the spot on Huo Qing’s shoulder that had been shot. His cultivator healing had partially me, but there would have been a hidden injury. Iron Hand’s rebreaking and then reapplying the medie would e healed properly.

  As for that powerful blow… it urely out e, not worth further mention.

  After administering the medie, Iron Hand spoke to Huo Qing in a low tone. “You’ve betrayed the gang itself, and not even I protect you now. As for Daqiang, that sdrel led you astray and tried to pihing on you. He’s let down your parents and the galess and unjust…”

  With those words, he lifted his steel left hand. A vine shot from his index finger and pierced straight through Daqiang’s spihe excruciating pain jolted Daqiang awake with a bloody cough, only for him to pass out again moments ter.

  The bloodstained vihdrew into the prosthetic limb, and Daqiang’s cultivation was instantly crippled. Iron Hand’s expression darkened. “You did well not to kill him immediately—death would be far too quick for him. I’ll soon send him to the Day?Tiger Gang. Boss Deng will repay a favor by fisg his assets, then subject him to the worst punishment as a warning to others. That’ll settle things.”

  “But Huo Qing, you ’t go bato town now. Acc to official records, Daqiang already killed you. , I’ll set you up with a new identity. You’ll stay here in the junkyard with me, help out, and properly hit the books!”

  “Y?yes, Uncle… I uand…”

  Though Huo Qing had matured somewhat, he still stammered before his domineering uill, he gritted his teeth, enduring the pain and the salve’s stinging itch, and turo An Jing. “But this friend helped me immensely—he rescued me from the wastend, defeated Uncle Daqiang, and saved my life.”

  “I owe him my life, and that’s a debt I’ll repay on my own terms. But Brother Ao sell his spoils. He’s a barbarian without even a chip. I was hoping to use my dist to help him sell his gear—ow!”

  Iron Hand flicked him on the forehead yet again. “What dist could you have? That was just pocket money I gave you!

  “Now get to the bad dress those wounds before I lose my temper again!”

  As Huo Qing shot An Jing a helpless gnd limped off, Iron Hand turo the young man standing before him.

  His tone became more courteous. “My barbarian friend, I have to thank you. Huo Qing is the only desdant my brother left behind, and although he’s nothing special, knowing he’s still alive eases my heart.”

  “So, what are you looking to sell? Lay it all out. I’ll purchase everything at a disted market rate.”

  “That’s perfect,” An Jing said, exhaling in relief. He shrugged a bulging backpack off his shoulders and started ying out items o a time. “I’ve got a det haul here. Think you ma?”

  “Also, if you have one, I need a le firearm—a hunting rifle that bring down savage birds.”

  “On top of that, I need Purified Five Metals—mystic iron, violet tin, and crimson copper if possible.”

  “Sure, I easily handle all that. As for a le firearm, I definitely—”

  Iron Hand, about to thump his chest in guarantee, abruptly froze when he saw what An Jing pulled from the backpack. His eyelid twitched. “Wait—what’s that?”

  “A ‘ing Sword Case’ from 【Luofu Group】?! How did you eve a military model like that?!”

  At first, Iron Hand simply watched as An Ji out various “Spiritlight Guns.” An Jing had taken them from dead bodies and looted them from Daqiang’s group. The sheer number was notable, but hardly enough to faze a seasoned recycler used to seeing sedhand firearms and spoils of war. Altogether, they might be worth a few hundred merit points—nothing too special.

  But when he spotted An Jing lifting an old Spiritlight Gun from the bottom of the pack, his eyes went wide with disbelief. He rushed over to i it, then exhaled sharply, visibly shaken. “By the heavens—this is genuine military-grade gear from years ago… and it’s still operational!”

  “Luofu Group? ing Sword Case?”

  An Jing, still rummaging in his bag, arched an eyebrow in mild surprise. He g the Spiritlight Gun. “Is it that special? I found it in the wastend.”

  “Picked it up?” Iron Hand echoed skeptically, as if suspeg a lie. He stared at the sword case in An Jing’s hand. “This is a special-issue sword case for Luofu Group’s direct troops. Its power output is about thirty-five pert higher than standard sword cases on the market, and it supports both double-shot and trag modes.”

  “You already have a ing Sword Case—why are you buying…?” He trailed off, realization dawning. “You’re serious about finding it just lying out there?”

  “Truly,” An Jing said with a sincere nod. “I found it with a bunch of rotted corpses.”

  “There were seven ht sword cases, but only this one seemed to still be in w dition.”

  “I haven’t even fired it. I’d guess it’s maybe y… well, sixty pert funal at best!”

  (End of Chapter)