The guards of the entire Grand Theater were now fully mobilized.
The host’s career had just met its Waterloo. The fury of being made a fool of, like a tidal wave, threatened to drown him completely.
His voice pierced through the entire hall, carrying a bone-chilling coldness: “Get out, clown! This is not your stage.”
A single stone stirred up a thousand waves.
The guests suddenly realized that the grand entrance of that distinguished personage had been stolen by a clown!
Oh my black hole!
Was the clown insane? Under the wrath of that distinguished personage and the Grand Theater, he would surely find life unbearable and death unattainable!
In the top-tier VVVIP box, from the ceiling to the floor, everything was covered in a layer of frost.
The crystal butler was frozen into an ice block and fell to the floor.
A group of people knelt at the door, ice and snow creeping over every inch of their skin. Their mechanical prosthetics completely malfunctioned under such extreme cold.
They shivered uncontrollably. Death had already seized them by the throat, and the vast starry sky would become their burial ground.
“G-Great One, please give us a chance to atone. The Broken Blades of the Deep Sky Barrier will bring the clown before you, for you to deal with as you wish.”
“Hah, bring him before me? He’s not worthy. You have ten minutes. My performance can only be delayed by ten minutes.”
The group received this as a pardon, stumbling and scrambling to arrange personnel to capture the clown.
The Grand Theater manager roared furiously: “Catch him! Let the Broken Blades catch him! Double the hiring fee!”
Fang Tunan, the captain of the Broken Blades, swallowed a candy piece in his mouth and said nonchalantly, “Don’t waste time. Pull your mecha squad out. The Broken Blades alone are enough.”
“Tsk tsk, Captain, you’re too late. They’ve already charged up.”
Fang Tunan shrugged: “What a pity. Our double commission is gone.”
On the floating stage, the skinny, petite clown stood in front of Lin Jingqiu, facing the oncoming enemies with a fearless posture.
Lin Jingqiu recognized that the clown before her was her little sister.
She grabbed the clown’s oversized suit jacket, opened her mouth, and urgently made soundless exclamations.
Go! Little sis! Don’t worry about me!
Lin Xiaohe helplessly turned her head and coaxed, “Second Sis, don’t cause trouble. I’m about to start fighting.”
Lin Jingqiu’s eyes welled up with tears, the worry in them almost palpable.
Little sis, do you even hear what you’re saying? Thirty mechas are about to charge over!
You, a flesh-and-blood body, going up against thirty mechas—do you call that fighting?!
Lin Xiaohe paid no mind. When she said she was going to fight, she meant it.
What’s the big deal about mechas? So what?!
Originally, she had resigned herself to being a high school dropout with no prospects.
She had also accepted her sick mother, disabled father, mute sister, mentally ill brother, and elderly grandparents.
She was even willing to live the life of a farmer again, toiling under the sun!
“You’ve gone too far! You forced me into this!” Lin Xiaohe spread her arms and shouted, “Doudou!”
At the critical moment, Doudou didn’t drop the ball.
Its figure whooshed and enlarged, becoming almost as tall as Lin Xiaohe.
The flowerpot transformed into a heavy, black-gleaming base, while the withered wooden stick inside became a directional firing button.
Thick vines twisted and wove together, finally forming a cannon barrel shape.
Smaller vines hung with clusters of plump pods. The pods turned transparent, revealing beans spinning at high speed inside.
Doudou chuckled proudly: [Xiaohe, that over 1 million wasn’t wasted, was it!]
Lin Xiaohe was utterly stunned by Doudou’s super transformation. Was this still the same sorry, mutated pea that had brawled with her?!
Xinbao excitedly clapped: [Doudou’s awesome!]
Lin Xiaohe gulped. Truthfully, she had come to the Grand Theater with a mindset of mutual destruction.
Now it seemed, maybe they didn’t all have to be destroyed.
The Grand Theater head of security was momentarily stunned by Doudou’s appearance but quickly snapped back: “Brothers, charge! It’s just a fancy toy, don’t be intimidated! Our mechas are standard-issue Star Ring Patrol models, capable of space combat!”
“That’s right! There isn’t a weapon on this entire Wasteland Star that can break our armor!”
“Everyone, charge together! Don’t harm the leading lady.”
Thirty mechas, like a giant net, pounced towards the stage from all angles, sealing off the clown’s escape routes.
The guests huddled uniformly into the safe zones, watching this scene with curiosity and tension.
“The clown is done for. It’s thirty armed mechas!”
“If they weren’t worried about the leading lady, a single long-range barrage would vaporize the clown instantly!”
Brother Thunderbolt stared fixedly at the stage, cold sweat pouring down. Even he, without any weapons, couldn’t escape this—it was a death trap!
Struggle flashed across his face. One hand hovered over the emergency call button. Should he press it?
Both he and Old Black had given Lin Xiaohe 500,000 Star Coins. For the sake of that money, he couldn’t just let Lin Xiaohe die like this.
Brother Thunderbolt racked his brains, trying to come up with a reason to press the button. Just as he was about to do it, the scene before his eyes shocked him senseless!
Lin Xiaohe chuckled: “Villains die because they talk too much. The novels don’t lie.”
Thanks to the security chief’s blabbering, Doudou got three seconds to charge up.
“Power Burst Rampage!”
Three thousand peas poured forth from the cannon barrel!
Not wanting to waste a single pea, Lin Xiaohe maneuvered Doudou, spinning it 360 degrees to ensure every mecha enjoyed an intimate encounter with the peas.
Lin Xiaohe wasn’t entirely confident. She didn’t know what level an attack power of 200, as calculated by the system, actually represented.
However, after one Power Burst Rampage, she understood!
Thirty mechas—standard-issue models reportedly requiring battleship-grade firepower to breach their armor—were completely wrecked after experiencing one Power Burst Rampage.
Like tattered rags, riddled with holes, they plummeted straight down from mid-air.
At this moment, the entire Grand Theater fell into deathly silence.
Everyone was terrified by the battle that ended in half a minute, including Lin Xiaohe herself.
So an attack power of 200 was comparable to battleship-grade artillery!
Doudou, I really wronged you. With such awesome combat power, and it only cost a little over a million… you really live a frugal, hardworking life! I could cry!
In the safe zone, Brother Thunderbolt’s emergency communicator clattered to the floor. His mouth hung open wide enough to fit a duck egg.
At this moment, only one sentence echoed in his mind: This is the power worth an annual salary of a million! If Xiaohe is willing to join Iron Fall, even the stingy captain would be willing to spare no expense!
The other guests in the safe zones looked at the arrogant clown on stage as if they’d seen a ghost.
Since when did such a formidable figure appear on Wasteland Star?!
His torn-looking, bright red lips no longer seemed funny but sent a chill down everyone’s spine! That wasn’t an ordinary smile; it clearly mocked everyone, mocked their overestimation of their own abilities!
The theater manager, still in the throes of his roar, hadn’t even had time to compose himself before witnessing this horrifying scene.
A cold voice sounded in his ear: “You have nine minutes left.”
