The Lu Family’s residence was quiet, as usual, that morning. Shen Luoying and Li Zhiyu were in the garden, playing with a few children.
Lu Jingteng, the current Patriarch of the Lu Family, had left early in the morning. On behalf of Lu Yun, he was visiting to offer condolences to the dead and injured from Da Xin Publishing House, as well as their families, and to ensure everyone would be taken care of.
"Old Master, a visitor has arrived. He claims his name is Luojin, and says you are his uncle-in-law."
In the villa’s living room, five men were seated on the side sofas. The youngest among them was in his thirties. Some were dressed simply, while others were still in their work uniforms.
According to them, their craft consisted of unique skills passed down through generations.
The bullet’s velocity was indeed fast. Even an expert like a Grandmaster of Huajin, who could sense danger ahead of time, would be unable to dodge it if they were caught off guard.
At this moment, they were staring nervously at Lu Yun, for in his hand, he held a new type of pistol.
A short while later, Lu Yun set the gun down and looked at the engineers, who were still in a daze.
This was the fruit of their last month of painstaking labor—from fabricating the parts to assembly, from assembly to calibration.
Lu Yun pulled the trigger. The gunshot was so powerful it made the teacups on the coffee table tremble.
’After all, the specialized steel, precision components, and quality ammunition are all hard to come by.’
Who would have thought that an older member of the Lu Family’s staff would recognize Luojin’s face at the gate and confirm that it was indeed him, no mistake about it.
"Don’t, Lord Lu!" they all cried out in alarm.
Among these talents were a mechanical genius who had returned from studying abroad, an old master skilled in metallurgy, and several artisan Masters spoken of in local folklore.
One of them, wearing a rather strange expression, hurried into the villa.
Lu Yun wasn’t surprised by this; he had already heard everything. By the time they sensed the danger, the bullet would already be upon them.
Lu Yun glanced at them with a smile, then raised his left hand and pointed the muzzle at his own palm.
It looked like a prototype of a Desert Eagle. The frame was a glossy jet-black with smooth, flowing lines. A full size larger than an ordinary pistol, it felt heavy and substantial in one’s grip.
The regional warlords, the restless foreigners, the ghouls and goblins hiding in the shadows, and even the resurrected Grandmasters of Divine Intent—Lu Yun would eliminate them all, one by one.
And yet, a bullet from it couldn’t even break the skin on Lord Lu’s hand? ’Could it be... Is Lord Lu truly an Immortal descended to the mortal realm? Is he here to maintain world peace?’
The two Lu Family guards stationed at the entrance exchanged a glance after hearing his reason for being there.
"You’ve worked hard. Continue with this standard and use up the remaining materials."
’Although it’s not as exquisite as the ones from my previous life, its stopping power is far greater than that of an ordinary pistol.’
Lu Yun slowly opened his left hand. The skin wasn’t even broken. Lying in his palm was a bullet, its tip flattened and its casing deformed.
Lu Yun ignored their astonishment. He slowly placed the bullet on the coffee table, weighed the gun in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction. "Decent power, and the muzzle velocity is quite high."
Bai Longfei, a Half-Step Grandmaster of Divine Intent, personally stayed by his side, never leaving him for a moment. A large contingent of guards cleared the path, and anyone wishing to approach had to pass through a strict security check first.
The engineers had barely left when the captain of the Lu Family’s gate guards began speaking anxiously outside the villa’s entrance.
’It’s just a shame that with the limited materials, we can’t manufacture many of these powerful pistols.’
The engineers’ eyes instantly bulged as wide as saucers. ’It’s over! Why would Lord Lu shoot himself?!’
Of course, given the cautionary tale of Lu Jingyao, security was exceptionally tight this time.
In any case, every engineer present was a talent who had undergone rigorous screening and possessed a clean background. They were all individuals Lu Yun had designated as key personnel to be protected.
They were the core engineers from Yun Port City’s only arsenal, "Shen Zhou Chen Guang Heavy Industry."
He already had a plan. Once he successfully broke through to the legendary realm of the Manifest Saint True Monarch, he would personally step in and put an end to the conflicts plaguing this chaotic era.
But a moment later, they saw the bullet strike Lu Yun’s palm and let out a crisp "CLINK," as if it had hit a sheet of iron.
The Lu Family’s servants found this strange because hadn’t Luojin, that gambling addict, had both of his legs personally crippled by his uncle-in-law, Lu Yun, several months ago? How could he now show up, alive and kicking?
They had built this gun with their own hands. It had enough power to easily pierce a steel plate and could even kill an elephant.
The others also had looks of intense nervousness, as if they were ready to pounce and snatch the gun away at any second.
Hearing Lu Yun’s instructions, the engineers finally snapped out of it and nodded hastily. "Yes, Lord Lu! We’ll return at once and give it our all."
It was time for the Daxia New Country to return to peace, and for its people to live in stability.
The living room was dead silent. After seeing his completely unharmed hand, the engineers’ minds went blank.
After the engineers from the arsenal had left, Lu Yun’s mind turned to other matters.
That was why the squad leader guarding the main gate had initially thought someone was just trying to stir up trouble. After all, who didn’t know that Luojin’s legs had been broken? For a perfectly healthy one to suddenly appear out of nowhere... who in their right mind would believe that?
Seeing Lu Yun handle it so casually, a middle-aged, bespectacled engineer couldn’t help but speak up. "Lord Lu, you must be extremely careful! That gun has enough power to kill an elephant!"
So, the squad leader guarding the gate found himself in a bind. It didn’t matter whether Luojin was real or fake.

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