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Yan Kong stepped forward, beginning his pursuit of Bing Lie. His boots sank into the mud, splashing wet dirt that made a dull thudding sound with each step. Each stride was heavy, as if he intended to crush the ground beneath him. His figure appeared particularly solitary among the hills, the post-rain air mingling with the acrid scent of gunpowder and blood, adding a sense of oppression to the desolate landscape.
With his pace quickening, the blades hanging from his waist and back clashed together, producing a crisp metallic sound that served as a prelude to the impending battle. Yan Kong's gaze was fierce and determined, his steps growing faster as if he could not wait to catch up with that wandering swordsman and personally bring him to justice.
However, amidst the solitude of his footsteps, another sound gradually emerged—a low, rhythmic clanking of mechanical treads, mixed with the wet squelching of mud being crushed beneath them. The noise was not loud, but in the open hills, it stood out starkly.
Yan Kong furrowed his brow and slowed his pace, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily. He suddenly turned around and discovered a small recycling robot quietly trailing behind him. Its treads left a narrow line of marks in the slick mud, and the red light of its optical sensor flickered in the dim air, looking particularly out of place.
"What are you doing?" Yan Kong's frown deepened, his tone thick with confusion. He stopped walking, crossed his arms, and looked down at the little robot from above.
The small recycling robot halted as well, its treads coming to an abrupt stop. It swayed slightly, seemingly feeling the pressure of Yan Kong's gaze. It emitted a few low beeping sounds, its optical sensor flashing toward Yan Kong but offering no further explanation.
"Why are you following me?" Yan Kong asked impatiently, taking a step forward and squinting down at the robot. "Don't tell me you want to recycle my blades?"
The little robot beeped once in denial of this absurd suggestion. It looked up at Yan Kong with its optical sensor while its body shifted uneasily. After a few seconds, it produced a series of short beeps, and translation data appeared in Yan Kong's Brain-Computer: "No... just... wanted to see..."
"Wanted to see?" Yan Kong scoffed with derision. "See what? See me go after Bing Lie or see me cut him down?" The corners of his mouth curled into a mocking smile.
Suddenly, the little robot emitted a rapid series of beeps as if trying to break the silence. It raised its small mechanical arms and pointed at its side where Yan Kong had severed part of it. There had once been an Iron Dome insignia there; now only a sharp scratch remained, edges still bearing traces of uncooled metal burn marks.
"Beep... I have lost my master... beep..." The little robot's voice trembled with a hint of sorrow, and translated data displayed in Yan Kong's Brain-Computer.
Yan Kong paused again, turning around with a furrowed brow to look at it. "Lost your master?" He scoffed lightly, crossing his arms again with a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Is it just because I cut off that broken insignia?"
The small robot wobbled slightly, its optical sensors flickering with a faint red light, as if nodding. It pointed a tiny finger at the scratch and added earnestly, "Beep beep... Without the Iron Dome insignia... I am no longer a member of Iron Dome... Beep beep beep..." There was a sense of helpless pleading in its voice, as if trying to make Yan Kong understand its predicament.
Upon hearing this, Yan Kong paused for a moment before bursting into laughter. His laughter was coarse and tinged with disdain, like a wolf that had just caught the scent of prey. "Hahaha! This is ridiculous! You're a robot! Do robots need an identity?"
The small robot did not shrink back from his mockery; it continued to stare directly at Yan Kong, its optical sensors flashing with an unusual determination. After a few seconds, it added in a low beep, "Beep beep... I have no master... I currently have no employer... Beep... So... I have decided to serve you, Mr. Yan Kong... Beep beep... as a warrior..."
Yan Kong's laughter abruptly ceased, his brows raising slightly as he regarded the small robot with a hint of amusement. "Serve me?" He squinted, his voice laced with skepticism and mockery. "Are you serious?"
The small robot nodded at its own little arm, producing a crisp beep as if to express its sincerity. Its posture appeared extremely humble, the red light of its optical sensors flickering gently, conveying seriousness.
Yan Kong stared at it for several seconds before suddenly bursting into laughter again. He pointed at the small robot, laughing so hard he nearly doubled over. "Hahaha! You little piece of junk... Stop joking! I'm just a wandering Yankeeper, always walking alone! And..." His laughter paused momentarily, his tone suddenly taking on a teasing edge. "Do you know? I can barely support myself, let alone pay you a salary!"
Upon hearing this, the small robot's body trembled slightly, the red light of its optical sensors dimming momentarily as if feeling some kind of blow. It fell silent for a few seconds but soon shook its body again and emitted another beep: "Beep beep... No salary needed... Beep... Just some oil... Beep beep... I can maintain myself... Beep beep beep..."
Yan Kong widened his eyes, the smile on his face fading slightly, replaced by an expression of disbelief. He scrutinized the small robot up and down, seemingly trying to determine whether it was serious or had malfunctioned.
"Just oil?" he raised an eyebrow and asked, his tone laced with mockery. "Is it really that simple?"
The small robot nodded gently; its little arms hung by its sides as its treads slid slightly in the mud. Although its optical sensors flickered with faint red light, appearing to show compliance, its core was filled with complex emotions.
It held some resentment toward this irritable warrior—after all, he had severed the Iron Dome insignia from it, stripping away its only symbol of identity. But that was not the worst part; the real issue was the classified information about Iron Dome that had been forcibly accessed. That data should have remained securely stored in its core memory, protected by the highest level of encryption. Yet now these records were exposed to another human's gaze.
It knew that if it returned to Iron Dome's territory, what awaited it would be cruel electronic torture followed by complete destruction. There would be no room for defense or mercy. The only option left was to escape.
Its optical sensor slightly adjusted its focus, scanning the warrior ahead. Although this person had a fiery temper and an unpredictable personality, his strength was undeniable. In his recent display, the power and determination he exhibited could at least provide it with a period of protection. It should be able to keep it safe for a while… at least… it hoped so.
The little robot thought this as it made minor adjustments to its treads, slowly keeping pace with Yan Kong. It didn’t say anything more, simply observing the imposing figure striding ahead.
Yan Kong did not look back; he continued walking forward, his boots making heavy splashes in the mud, while the swords at his waist and back clashed together with a crisp metallic sound. His posture remained confident and proud, as if everything in the world had no bearing on him.
The little robot paused for a moment, its optical sensor flickering again, seemingly waiting for a word or a command from Yan Kong. But Yan Kong did not turn around or say anything. His steps remained steady, his gaze fixed firmly on the path ahead, silently granting it a tacit approval of its companionship.
“At least he hasn’t rejected me…” the little robot reassured itself, its treads moving once more as it worked to match Yan Kong’s speed, trailing behind him and leaving a series of uneven marks that stretched across the muddy mountain path after the rain.
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