Xiang Yi was completely unafraid, turning to look back at the robot that now, somehow, held a pistol.
"Shi Tie."
Obeying the command Xiang Yi had issued via Spiritual Power, Shi Tie reached out and slammed its fist into the roll-up door that had just closed.
The grayish-black arm punched through the metal sheet, its fingers digging into the torn edge. The metal shrieked with a horrifying, twisting sound as brute force ripped open a passageway in the roll-up door large enough for Shi Tie to fit through.
Du Bingtian's heart pounded with fear as he watched. Although the other robot's expression was unreadable, the way it froze in place indicated that its operator was far from calm.
"I could have just walked away, but now, I think I'll collect some interest."
Under Shi Tie's protection, Xiang Yi walked straight up to the robot and effortlessly took the pistol from its hand.
