In a seemingly messy room, a middle-aged man with stubble on his face was playing with a metal Rubik's Cube in front of the table. This Rubik's Cube was all silver, but it looked very dim compared to real silver.
Despite its silver appearance, it cannot conceal the faint black color emitted by this Rubik's Cube. It seems that under the cover of silver, it is filled with countless black lines.
"What a strange piece of metal. A metal of such a size seems to have many lines carved into it." The middle-aged man picked up the metal block that was only half the size of a fist with one hand and pointed it at the light. You can see where the light from the side is refracted. There are not many densely packed textures.
After watching for a while, the middle-aged man put the metal block directly on the workbench, took out a dagger from his waist, and stabbed it hard. As the man's arm exerted force, the tip of the dagger touched the metal block, causing sparks of metal collision.
With the sound of "ding, ding", the dagger actually pierced the workbench along the side of the metal block, leaving a deep mark on the workbench.
There was a numbness in the arm. The man looked at the metal block and saw no change at all. However, the vibration that came to his hand at the moment of contact made the entire arm numb. The ability to leave deep marks on the workbench shows the hardness of the dagger and the strength used, but the metal block did not leave any traces.
From the feeling of holding it in his hand, the man felt that the metal was not very dense, nor did he feel that it had a hard appearance, as if it could leave a mark with just a light stroke. But just now, I felt as if I had touched an extremely hard stone, hard enough to withstand all external forces.
There were clearly small lines on it, but it didn't look like a natural texture. What kind of external force could leave such small lines? The man who couldn't figure it out simply threw the metal block aside and continued to repair his sidearm.
The man quickly repaired the tip of the dagger in his hand, inserted it into the sheath on his waist, then picked up a pile of parts on the workbench and started assembling it.
Soon all the parts were assembled into a wristband in the man's hands. Although many parts of the assembled wristband still looked like they had a metallic luster and were all newly replaced, the main structure of the wristband was not. It was dull, covered with scratches of varying depths and lengths.
The man picked up the assembled wristband, put it on his left wrist, and pressed an inconspicuous metal button on the wrist. The entire wrist began to shrink and fit perfectly on his left forearm.
The man looked at the perfectly fitting wristband and took off his old work clothes, revealing his strong muscles and the scars all over his body. The longest one was more than sixty centimeters long, scratched directly from his back to his left shoulder. To the right armpit.
The man who took off his work clothes picked up a black tights on the hanger and put it on, then picked up a coat and put it on, and picked up the metal Rubik's Cube placed on the workbench, "Maybe we can sell it for a good price. "Put it in your hand and bump it.
On the bed outside the man's studio, Lin Zihan slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He didn't see anyone else, but there was a sudden noise. Lin Zihan quickly got out of bed and half-crouched against the wall. .
The man opened the door of the studio, and the light shone from the studio into the originally dark room. Seeing the open door, Lin Zihan didn't hesitate at all, quickly jumped up, and kicked the person who opened the door with a flying kick. The man who opened the door did not expect that Lin Zihan had woken up, but when he saw Lin Zihan's leg kicking towards him, he quickly crossed his arms to block the kick.
Lin Zihan kicked the man's arms hard, and then used the force of the man's push to turn over and widen the distance between him and the man. When he kicked the man's arms, he felt obvious strength. The gap, if he chooses to fight, once he is caught, the huge power disparity, the man can subdue him in an instant.
With no advantage gained through sudden attacks, Lin Zihan decisively chose to distance himself so that he could still escape if the situation went bad.
"If you wake up, then leave here. Just pretend we have never met." Seeing Lin Zihan pull away, the man did not choose to fight back. He flicked away the dust that Lin Zihan kicked on his body with both hands and ignored Lin Zihan.
"Give me back that piece of metal, or I will make you pay the price." Lin Zihan saw the metal piece in the man's hand, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the man.
"I'm a bounty hunter, shouldn't I get some reward for saving you? You just wasted five bottles of sedatives on me!" The man was very disdainful and continued to play with the metal block in his hand.
"I can give you the money and you give it back. It is of no use to you. If you want to sell it on the black market, I'm afraid you will be hunted." Lin Zihan pulled away the hidden clothes on his sleeves. Zipper, take out a card and show it to the man.
"There's fifty thousand in it. If it's not enough, I'll give it to you when I get back." Lin Zihan said, throwing the card on the table beside the man. The man glanced at the card and was surprised.
This card is a gold card from the Imperial Government Exchange. Each gold card only has a card number and amount. No information about the cardholder or user can be found. Most of the people who have gold cards from the exchange are hidden behind the scenes. The consortium or the military, who are unwilling to leak relevant information, will use gold cards for transactions, and gold cards are universal throughout the Hoshino Empire.
"If you like it, you can use this gold card to trade in your bounty hunter's dungeon or go to the black market in the future." Lin Zihan knew that if the bounty hunter got the gold card, he would trade in it in the future. Will save a lot of trouble.
"My name is Feng Ren, I think we can talk." The man threw the metal to Lin Zihan, put the card into the compartment of his belt, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Of course, Blade is not the man's real name. It should be his name in the Hunter League. After all, few people would use their real name in the Hunter League unless he wants to attract pursuit. It's not that Blade doesn't want to be honest, but because this is a habit in this industry, bounty hunters never use their real names.
Sharp Blade wants to talk to Lin Zihan, not because Lin Zihan has a gold card and is afraid of anything. Even if he kills Lin Zihan, no one will know about it. What he wants to contact is the forces behind the gold card, whether it is a consortium or the military. Fang, there is definitely a force behind Lin Zihan supporting him, otherwise he would not be able to have a gold card.
Lin Zihan naturally knew what Blade wanted. He also knew that Blade might have the idea of obliterating him. He should be worried that the forces behind him would retaliate. What Blade wanted was to get in touch with the forces behind him. But Lin Zihan is now alone, and this gold card may be his last encounter with the North.
"I may disappoint you. I have no power behind me. This gold card is the last thing I can give you." Lin Zihan didn't cover up anything deliberately. He picked up the water on the table and took a sip.
"I'm borrowing this card from you. I'll return it to you when I have my own gold card." Sharp Blade didn't press for anything. Sharp Blade knew even through Lin Zihan's eyes that he wasn't lying. Now Lin Zihan should There really is no support behind it.
Perhaps it was out of sympathy for all the lonely people, or maybe it was the arrogance in Sharp Blade's bones that he didn't want to accept this gold card. Since Lin Zihan has no power behind him, this gold card should be Lin Zihan's last capital. Although he is a bounty hunter, he disdains this kind of taking advantage of others.
"Maybe I won't need it in the future." Lin Zihan drank the water and sat on the bed, leaning against the wall. Although he woke up, his body was still very weak. In addition, he had moved too much just now, which made his body even weaker. Fortunately, the blade did not make things difficult for him. Otherwise, whether he could successfully run away would have to be another question.
Since the edge didn't embarrass him, Lin Zihan simply took a sip of water and began to adjust his condition.
