Meng Yixin and the other were still discussing how to deal with Meng Huai, their bane, when someone was already planning to teach the shop a lesson that very night.
"Boss, are we really going?"
"What nonsense! Are you chickening out?"
At this moment, in a small dark room, a group of men were squeezed together, discussing something.
One man sheepishly rubbed his head, "Heh heh, it's just that this is my first time doing something like this!"
The leader of this group, clearly accustomed to mischief, smacked the person who had just spoken on the head, making his ears ring.
"You useless wretch, you're just supposed to smash the shop, not kill or set fires. What are you afraid of?"
The man, covering his ears, said with a face full of helplessness and pity, "I'm just... I'm just afraid someone will call the police?"
"Don't worry! We have connections with the police!"
Hearing this, the man finally felt at ease. He put on a fierce look to psych himself up, "Let's go get 'em! She blocked our way to making money, let's show her!"
This group was the same gang who helped Shang Pingying snatch the quotas. They were originally in the business of 'scalping'. This was their first time failing, and it happened at this new shop.
They had thought it would be a lucrative business, but the buyer had demanded a refund. Under pressure from the buyer's influence, he had no choice but to return the money.
"I thought this money would be easy to earn, but to lose out on the very first try."
The boss thought it was just a fluke, but when all their accounts were blacklisted, they knew they couldn't earn this money!
The leader of this small gang couldn't stomach the humiliation and vowed to teach the shop a lesson that very night.
However, on the street of mecha parts, it was difficult to cause trouble in broad daylight. After all, there were too many people during the day, and it was inevitable that someone would call the police.
Although he had connections, openly breaking the law like this was still not appropriate.
So, they planned to resolve the matter at night. At night, all the shops would be closed. No one would meddle in their affairs, and they could smash the shop without anyone seeing.
Thus, the young men, carrying their tools, arrived at the street late at night and went straight to the medicinal cuisine restaurant.
Seeing the sturdy door, the leader signaled one of his subordinates to deal with the problem.
The man approached and looked at the system on the door, "Boss, give me a few minutes."
The leader frowned, "Hurry up!"
The man fiddled with the door for a long time, sweating more and more. He had been full of confidence, recognizing the system. But as he worked on it, it felt different. Just when he thought he was about to crack it, new obstacles appeared.
After repeating this operation several times, these men had been standing there for a quarter of an hour.
The leader's patience was completely worn out. He stepped forward and kicked the person trying to unlock the door, "Can you still do it or not!"
"Almost, almost!"
Meng Huai was in the backyard. The unlocking attempt alerted the formation. She watched these people being blocked by the main door, their impatience growing. Meng Huai, meanwhile, sat down and began to drink tea.
The door's system was like the unlocker's state of mind, the latest system. But in the man's eyes, it was just a matter of time before he could unlock it.
But could Meng Huai's shop be that simple? Of course not!
She had added an illusion array. The problem itself remained the same, but to the man, the visual elements were jumbled, making it impossible to unlock.
It was like he wanted to choose 1, but what he saw as 1 looked like 2. With such a puzzle, he might not be able to open it even by morning.
Meng Huai found it quite boring watching them struggle with the puzzle, so she deactivated the illusion array. A "beep!" sound echoed.
The man who was unlocking exclaimed excitedly to the group, "It's unlocked!"
To them, it seemed the door lock was open, and they could begin their 'work'. The group, carrying their tools, rushed towards the shop, about to smash the things in front of them.
But at that moment, on the counter directly facing the entrance, a small figure in a mecha automatically activated.
It was the middle of the night, and the shop was unlit. However, the eyes of the small model on the counter glowed, startling the group.
"What is that!"
"What is that thing!"
In this environment, someone's legs turned to jelly – it was the one who had expressed fear during the day.
The boss, seeing his cowardly subordinates, was furious.
He turned on his flashlight, finally allowing the others to clearly see that the glowing object was a small model, and they breathed a sigh of relief.
"This little junk scared you all like this! Don't you dare say you're my Yong Ge's subordinates when we go out!"
But as Yong Ge finished speaking, he saw the model raise its mecha arm. The mecha was transforming, its hand becoming a small cannon.
Before Yong Ge could react, he was hit by a shell fired from the cannon. Fortunately, the mecha was small, and the shell's power was limited. However, due to the force, Yong Ge was blown right out the door.
His subordinates were startled by this, and no one dared to move.
But soon, someone ran outside to help Yong Ge up.
"Boss, how are you? Are you alright?"
Who would have thought that the small model could actually attack people? Yong Ge spat out a mouthful of blood, and his upper garment was torn to shreds.
But since they had come this far, they couldn't be scared away by such a thing, or what would become of his authority!
Yong Ge, propped up by his subordinates, pointed at the object on the counter and said, "Smash it! Smash that little thing first!"
None of Yong Ge's subordinates dared to move. While they hesitated, Yong Ge said again, "Are you not going to move! Don't you want your wages?!"
Hearing their wages threatened, these men gritted their teeth and were about to smash things.
The small mecha figure then fired shells at them one by one. Although the thing was small and the shells weren't powerful, they were numerous.
All of them were hit and injured, and no one dared to advance further.
They all ran towards the door, leaving in a sorry state. They wanted to retreat like this, but was this a place they could just come and go as they pleased?
To Meng Huai, who was drinking tea and watching the spectacle, the answer was naturally no...