Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 227 Roller Coaster

Qu Tong naturally noticed Ma Xianhong's actions, but she simply shook her head slightly, her tone tinged with helplessness, and said, "There's no need to be so nervous."

She spread her hands to indicate that she had no real 'malice', and then continued, "If I had gone to all this trouble to come here just to fight you, then... there would be no need to waste so much time talking to you, we could just start fighting."

As she said this, Qu Tong unconsciously raised her neck slightly, then raised her hand to rub her temples—a subtle gesture that revealed a hint of fatigue.

This is not hard to understand. Since the Dual-Handed Technique itself does not consume much 'mana', the will to 'descend' can therefore be maintained for a long time based on the carrier's Qi.

To prevent the 'clone' from accidentally slipping out of control or being controlled, Qu Tong set a very short action time for the 'clone'.

Now, due to Jin Yong's delay, Qu Tong, sitting opposite Ma Xianhong, doesn't have much time left to "split her into two." After all, persuading Ma Xianhong is destined to be troublesome and a waste of breath.

Perhaps to lend credibility to her words, 'Qu Tong' then went on to say, "Not to boast, but after the fight with that gang of 'Na Du Tong,' I've heard that all you have left are a few... odds and ends, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong was taken aback at first, then his brows furrowed instantly. His eyes were full of doubt, as if he hadn't expected Qu Tong to know even this, and he asked directly, "How did you know?"

Qu Tong patted her head lightly and shook her head, her tone laced with sarcasm, as if mocking Ma Xianhong's naivety: "Don't always say such silly things. Of course, I also have some connections within the company."

She paused, then changed the subject, becoming more direct, and said, "But that's not the point. The point is—without your equipment, you can't beat me at all."

This statement was made without any attempt to conceal its meaning, conveying absolute confidence and control.

Qu Tong's eyes were calm, yet they seemed to be stating an undeniable fact: "I don't mean to show off anything to you, I just want to communicate with you in as 'harmonious' a way as possible, so as not to waste any more time."

After saying that, she straightened up and gently swayed her body, which was unexpectedly stiff.

Then she sighed again, her tone tinged with impatience, but she still patiently said, "Well... let's get back to the point and continue with the important matter?"

At this point, she closed her eyes, frowned, and twisted her brow before saying, "Xianhong, no matter what, as your 'older sister,' having 'raised' you for so long, I must have some feelings for you."

Her tone softened again, as if she were appealing to his emotions, "I came all the way here just to ask you, can we 'be destined to be together'?"

"Yes, you heard right, just the two of us."

Upon hearing the words "receiving blessings" from Qu Tong, Ma Xianhong frowned and narrowed his eyes.

His gaze was fixed on Qu Tong's face, trying to find the true meaning of "receiving fate" from her expression.

After a long while, or perhaps because he really couldn't see anything, he slowly lowered his head, his voice so deep it seemed to roll out from his throat, and asked directly, "Accepting a connection?"

Qu Tong nodded, a faint smile on her face, trying to lighten the mood, and said, "Don't look at me like that. I know what you're thinking. It's just collecting favors, nothing serious."

She took a step forward, getting closer to Ma Xianhong, and softened her voice, saying, "It's fine to tell you directly—this is my condition. If you're willing to 'accept' me, I can tell you about your family."

"Of course, I only maintain the most basic concern for your close relatives; I don't care about the other members of the 'Ma' family."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong was stunned for a few seconds. His eyes were filled with disbelief, as if he hadn't expected Qu Tong to make such a request.

He loosened his grip on the magic weapon slightly, but still couldn't quite believe it, and said, "You can be so kind?"

Qu Tong shrugged slightly, her tone frank, and said, "Kindness? No, it's just that circumstances are beyond our control."

Her fingertips lightly traced her cuffs. "Although it was my initial request to have you construct the Body Refining Furnace and bring it to perfection, ... we already have a certain prototype, so there's no need to pursue perfection too much."

"If you're not up to the task, we can simply find another craftsman to work with you."

"certainly……"

She paused abruptly, her eyes becoming serious as if emphasizing the importance of what she was about to say, before continuing, "My method of receiving offerings may be more direct, and there's no need to invite others to witness the ceremony."

Ma Xianhong's heart began to race again. He sensed that Qu Tong's next words would be crucial, so he held his breath and waited quietly.

"Instead, I will handle it myself to ensure that you and I have no further connection afterward."

Qu Tong's voice was soft, yet every word fell clearly into Ma Xianhong's ears.

Ma Xianhong pondered for a moment, his brow still furrowed. He looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of thoughtfulness and wariness: "What do you mean by 'operation'?"

Seeing that he had finally asked the question, Qu Tong smiled again, this time with a hint of "finally getting it" in her smile, and said, "Yes, it's the way you want to do it—delete all the memories in your mind about 'me' and 'us'."

These words were like an electric current, instantly coursing through Ma Xianhong's body. His pupils dilated sharply, and his breath caught in his throat once more.

Erasing memories of his "sister"? This was a possibility he had never considered, yet it inexplicably stirred his heart—if he could erase these manipulated memories, could he also find his true self?
But he could also feel his anger. If he could just 'delete' it, what would his life have been like? A life of loneliness and despair, a life lived in lies. Who would he seek revenge on?
Perhaps sensing Ma Xianhong's hesitation, Qu Tong took a deep breath and, after waiting for him to regain his composure, continued:

"Of course, as an additional, non-transactional compensation, I will return the memories you previously 'stuck' with me."

Qu Tong's voice continued, as if offering Ma Xianhong a final temptation, saying, "This is a choice that I made together with your family, and of course, you, from the very beginning."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong felt a jolt in his heart, as if he had been struck hard by something.

His body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from shock—he had never imagined that his current state was a choice made by himself, his family, and this 'sister' together.

He opened his mouth, his voice trembling noticeably: "Was my current... appearance a decision made by you, my family, and me together?"

Qu Tong tilted her head, a hint of doubt in her eyes, as if trying to guess what Ma Xianhong was thinking. Then she said frankly, "Although I don't know if you're just making things up, that's certainly true."

She paused, narrowed her eyes, and said with even greater certainty, "Especially you, it's absolutely confirmed."

After hearing this, Ma Xianhong felt his mind was in complete chaos.

The sight of his long-awaited family, his "sister," Liu Ke's reminder, the goal of the cultivation furnace, Biyou Village... countless thoughts intertwined, making it almost impossible for him to think.

His hand gripped the mental jammer, his palm already drenched in cold sweat; the icy metal was now his only support. But… it was useless. After all, this device could only resist external interference; how could it possibly work on a person's own chaotic thoughts?

"So, what do you say? Shall we go with this deal?"

"It's almost time!"

Qu Tong's voice rang out again at just the right moment, as if giving Ma Xianhong a final decision.

Her gaze was fixed on Ma Xianhong's face, observing every subtle change in his expression, waiting for his answer.

The air in the room instantly became stagnant.

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The quickest and most conventional way to get from LPS city to Biyou Village is to drive straight along the national highway, and after passing an unnamed mountain road, take the side road.

Along the way, there was still a lot of traffic, which effectively blocked the option of using bizarre methods—such as 'flying' over.

After all... although the Iron Man armor now has the Mirage System for concealment, it's a bit too far-fetched to 'transform' on the spot next to a national highway; it's too much of a gamble.

So, there was no way around it; Liu Ke, Zhang Chulan, and Feng Baobao ended up having to ride in the car for a while longer, and the speed wasn't much faster.

After a while, the road finally forked, and there were no more random vehicles around. Liu Ke then ordered 'Old De' to stop the car.

"Get out of the car first."

After opening the car door, Liu Ke first stretched his limbs, and then called Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao to get out of the car as well.

Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao were taken aback, but they followed immediately.

Then, Zhang Chulan scratched his head and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? We're still quite far from Biyou Village, why aren't we hurrying to get there? Could it be... that they've taken care of it themselves?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Ke shrugged and said, "Two strongmen who seem difficult to deal with have suddenly appeared out of nowhere in Biyou Village. Things are getting bad."

"Relying solely on vehicles is too slow; by the time we arrive at our destination, it will probably be too late."

Zhang Chulan nodded, rested his chin on his hand, glanced at the general direction of Biyou Village, and then looked at the road ahead.

Then he asked Liu Ke directly, "So... what are we going to do?"

Liu Ke cleared his throat first, then took a few steps back, saying as he retreated, "What should we do? Since there's no one around, we'll just have to make do!"

As he spoke, he arrived at a relatively flat area, snapped his fingers, and projected a semi-ready steel armor, then crawled directly into the armor's open shell.

Once everyone had landed safely, the four openings of the steel armor snapped shut, and in the blink of an eye, Liu Ke had completed donning the armor.

Zhang Chulan, who was watching this scene, had expected it, but he still couldn't help but blink when he saw it with his own eyes.

He asked, "Little Ke, you're too fast... And I remember, the clothes you dressed Old Ma wore yesterday, uh..."

He stumbled a little when he spoke, as if trying to use more precise words.

"No, it's just... I mean, if I remember correctly, the armor Old Ma was wearing that day... it looked a little different from yours!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Ke then spoke through the electronic voice of his battle armor: "It is different. His is a mass-produced model, capable of taking on one out of a hundred."

“My machine… is an experimental model. Anyway, the Qi is free, and the materials are top-notch. It can take on ten opponents.”

"Of course, to be more specific... in terms of model, mine is several generations ahead of his."

After saying that, he took a few more steps forward and said, "Let's hurry up and 'fly' over there together?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan blinked, then rubbed his hands together and deliberately acted like a mercenary.

He pretended to lean in and carefully massaged the shoulder module of the Iron Man suit, then said, "Little K... uh, no, my dear K, you mean we can fly too? Are you going to get one for me and Bao'er each?"

Liu Ke was taken aback when he heard this, then shrugged and said, "It's no problem if you two want to play. If you have the chance, I'll lend you my hands and let you fly around anywhere."

"However... to be honest, you two aren't very good at using it for combat, so you can only crawl into the armor and watch the combat AI control the battle."

"It felt like watching a VR movie while trapped in a hardened work suit, without any sense of real operation. It would have been better to go down and fight a match myself."

"Especially you, Lao Zhang, don't you really need practical experience?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan nodded first, then asked with an awkward smile, "So, Xiao Ke, what do you mean by letting us fly?"

"Without your armor, neither of us can 'fly'!"

Liu Ke cleared his throat and then replied, "It's nothing. You two are superhumans, so your endurance is naturally much higher."

"With one in each hand, it wouldn't be difficult for me to carry both of you out of the air."

"If you feel uncomfortable, we can conjure up a bathtub for you two to sit in."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan was taken aback at first, then twitched his lips and said, "A bathtub? Wouldn't that be like riding a high-speed roller coaster for us?"

Feng Baobao stopped, showing no fear, and said, "I've ridden the 'Crazy Mouse' before and never got dizzy, so it's fine."

(End of this chapter)