I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey Chapter 126: One Sword Stroke

"Stop, thief!"

Hood realized that extracting knowledge was a form of thievery as well. And before he could even react, his face paled. Sh*t, he already knows our objective.

They were exposed before their operation even began and the battle was over before it even started.

In actuality, Lin Jie’s consciousness was still in the dream and his body, still immersed in swordsmanship, had acted on instinct. Only when the blade was pressed against the intruder's neck did he finally fully awaken. Of course, Lin Jie’s astonishment wasn’t shown on his face. The other party was a robber that had broken in and he couldn’t afford to be careless.

At the moment, Lin Jie had already taken the opportunity to take a proper look at this intruder.

Only now did he realize that the 'strange attire' were in fact black steel frames, similar to the mechas in movies, just that it was coarser and more gaudy.

All kinds of complicated patterns were engraved on the metal frame with faint flickering lights. It seemed non-mainstream... Not to say it was ugly, but Lin Jie was more used to seeing clean hard lines.

It was also a little difficult to give a comprehensive description of this contraption, and there was even some exposed wiring, making it seem as if it was a violent combination of magic and technology. And also very... chuunibyou-ish.

What person in the right mind would carve such haphazard patterns onto a mecha? Perhaps it is a self-made 'indigenous mecha'? Lin Jie came up with a name for this grandly delusional outfit.

However, the outfit wasn't the main issue. Lin Jie's eyes noticed the gun in the intruder's hand.

This gun seemed even more menacing than that indigenous mecha.

It was also the reason why Lin Jie had determined that this was an armed robbery rather than simple theft. The intruder had brazenly broken in with a gun and even intended to enter the bedroom. He definitely had something malicious planned.

With this thought in mind, Lin Jie inched his sword forward, pressing it against the intruder's throat, as if ready to slit a

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