Since Raphael has spoken, Pei Yan had no concerns and looked around, soon spotting a set of pitch-black armor mounted on a stand at a corner of the dining room. He casually pointed at it, "Can we use this as a target?"

"Of course, we can!" Raphael followed Pei Yan's finger and immediately agreed. This piqued the interest of everyone present, including the waiters and guards, all looking at Pei Yan.

Pei Yan raised his large hand without any apparent motion, and with a bang, the sound of a gunshot echoed through the dining hall. Afterward, a muffled thud resonated in the room. Seeing Pei Yan had finished his demonstration, Raphael waved his hand, prompting two guards to jog forward, lift the armor stand, and bring it to the side of the dining table.

Everyone stood up and gathered around to view the armor. Upon seeing a small dent on it, they all displayed disdain, with Casro, standing beside Raphael, blurting out contemptuously, "This force could be achieved by any of our adolescent kids throwing an iron pellet."

Of course, Pei Yan saw the dent on the armor as well. To be honest, he found this result a bit surprising. Although the previous shot seemed casual, he had actually used a specially crafted bullet propelled by electromagnetic force. In the Foundation Plane, any armor of equivalent thickness would be easily penetrated, yet this armor merely showed a dent. Pei Yan couldn't believe this world's smelting technology surpassed his own plane, so it must be enhanced either by raw materials or added magic. This intrigued him greatly, leading him to stand up, circling around the armor for a closer inspection.

As for Casro's remark, Pei Yan paid it no mind. He was fully aware of the differences between individuals from different planes. The same weapon, if given to any youngster on the Foundation Plane, could fire just as effectively, and the youngster wouldn't be affected by the Red Cataclysm after solving the drunken-oxygen problem. Are the people of the Hell Plane capable?

Naturally, Pei Yan wouldn't bother explaining this to the others. Since they were so arrogant, he decided to let them remain so.

Seeing Pei Yan circling the armor with a sullen face in silence, Raphael thought Casro's words might have provoked him. He coughed twice to signal his brother to shut up, while Sifuer, on the side, stepped forward with great interest, saying, "Mr. Shitang, I've read about the Foundation Plane in the current atlas. Was the weapon you just used called a musket?"

Pei Yan was taken aback upon hearing this, raising his head to look at Sifuer with curiosity, "You have an atlas with information about the Foundation Plane here?"

"Yes, I can get it for you!" Sifuer said, touching her horns atop her head. With a gentle glow, an old atlas appeared in her hand, which she then solemnly handed to Pei Yan.

Receiving the atlas from Sifuer's hands, and seeing its worn cover and the yellowed pages, Pei Yan knew this book had been around for quite a while. Carefully flipping through, although the text was completely unreadable to Pei Yan, the illustrations attracted his interest. The author's drawing skill was impressive, with each illustration vividly depicted. Looking at the characters' antiquated attire and the patterns of flintlock guns and old-style breech cannon, Pei Yan could almost determine the author visited the Foundation Plane sometime between the eighteenth and nineteenth century.

Closing the book, Pei Yan returned it to Sifuer with a smile, "Our weapons are developed on this basis. However, after so many years of advancement, the power, firing rate, and range have improved."

During the conversation between them, Raphael chimed in at the appropriate time, "So what Mr. Shitang casually demonstrated earlier was a minor display of skill, right? I thought so too. I wonder if you could demonstrate the level of attack you'd deploy in a battlefield scenario?"

Pei Yan was too lazy to say much, casually pointing at another armor stand. His arm instantly mechanized, a blue light flashing as an electromagnetic cannon shot forth, then he aimed at another target, his arm transforming again as a mini Gatling gun unleashed a stream of fiery bullets in a rapid barrage.

After the smoke cleared, Pei Yan, ignoring the shock on everyone's faces, sat back in his chair, drawing a cigar box from his storage ring, took a cigar, and struck a match to light it up.

The group gathered around to view the scattered wreckage and damaged walls. Raphael and Casro exchanged heavy looks. After a brief whispering, Casro signaled several trusted guards to discreetly exit the banquet hall. Seeing the disappearing figures of the guards, Sifuer cast a complex glance at Pei Yan, who, sitting in his seat, moved in peculiar ways.

Once everyone resettled, Raphael glanced at Pei Yan, who had begun puffing smoke, just about to speak when Pei Yan interrupted, saying, "Mr. Raphael, as tonight's banquet is nearing its end, shouldn't we proceed with some real business? I think, whether for your side or ours, the current situation is urgent, and it's in both our interests to quickly exchange information, don't you agree?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Raphael coughed lightly, cautiously eyeing the item in Pei Yan's hand. From the magic screen, he already knew this person possessed gas-based magic attacks. He wasn't sure if this thing was one of his attack methods, so for safety, he activated his defense measures before smiling and replying, "Urgent, truly a fitting word. Yet the situation has reached such a point that urgency cannot be rushed any further. Mr. Shitang, I saw you deploy multiple Steel Puppets on the battlefield, causing great harm to the enemy. I'm curious if we might see these puppets now?"

Upon hearing this, Pei Yan flashed a look of impatience in his eyes but didn't say much. Following Raphael's words, his left arm lowered as a stream of iron continuously flowed out, quickly solidifying into two mechanical avatars standing behind him.

Raphael's eyes gleamed at the sight of these targets he had fantasized about for days. He stood up and meticulously examined them from all angles. Sifuer was also eager to approach for a closer look, but Uncle Bailang reached out to stop her, and seeing the concern in her uncle's eyes, she returned to her seat, understanding its meaning.

Time flowed slowly as Raphael engaged in a Q&A with Pei Yan regarding the combat abilities of the mechanical avatars. Meanwhile, Sifuer also noticed the growing murderous intent between Pei Yan's brows, causing her to shiver unconsciously and lean back slightly.

"Ah, truly a perfect war machine. Its formidable combat power and the fact that it's unaffected by the Red Cataclysm makes it incredibly significant for us. Mr. Shitang, would you be willing to part with a few such Steel Puppets to enhance our dire combat environment?" Raphael asked, sitting back and smiling at Pei Yan.

"Before answering this question, may I ask Mr. Raphael one?" Pei Yan flicked the ash from his cigar with a calm expression.

"Please, go ahead and ask!"

"The original owner of this residence, Mayord, is that the name? I don't know how names are given in the Hell Plane, but I presume it's a man's name. Where is this gentleman now?"

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