"Too fast!" While they were still marveling at the speed of the hyper-speed gunslinger in their minds, they witnessed an even more shocking scene.

The hyper-speed gunslinger's speed was already enough to astonish them, but in that brief instant of drawing his gun, just one meter away from him, the Fourth Master of the Lincoln Family wearing a demon mask actually flashed to the front of the hyper-speed gunslinger like a ghost without form or shadow.

As the hyper-speed gunslinger was just raising his pistol, Fourth Master of the Lincoln Family's finger had already tapped a spot one inch below the gunslinger's chest armor.

"How is that possible!" Charles Quinn, David Warren, and even Old Newton were all filled with disbelief, their eyes wide to the limit.

Such speed had already surpassed the limits of alloy-level speed—how was it even possible?

Old Newton was even more unable to comprehend why the unmodified Henry Lincoln could possess such speed.

"Could it be... could it be that... Little Fifth Brother had already completed the genetic modification long ago... maybe even advanced to the alloy level... he's the Lin family's hidden trump card..." The more Old Newton thought about it, the more he felt this was the only explanation; otherwise, it was hard to understand how Henry Lincoln could have such speed. This was definitely not a speed someone without genetic modification could possess.

The scene seemed frozen in time: Henry Lincoln's finger pressed against the hyper-speed gunslinger's abdomen, the gunslinger's arm hanging at an angle, his pistol pointed at Henry Lincoln. It seemed that just pulling the trigger could shoot through his body, yet nothing happened.

Charles Quinn saw that the hyper-speed gunslinger hadn't been knocked away and thought it was because Edward Lincoln hadn't used his genetic modification power and had only used one finger, so the force wasn't enough to seriously injure the gunslinger. He couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

The agreement was to subdue the hyper-speed gunslinger in one move, but neither had managed to knock him back. Although the speed was indeed astonishing, by the terms of the agreement, he had won.

"Fourth Master Lincoln, sor... ry..." Charles Quinn started to speak with a smile, but his expression changed rapidly, turning extremely ugly, and he couldn't finish his sentence.

He saw Henry Lincoln slowly withdraw his finger, not even glancing at the hyper-speed gunslinger, turning and walking away with his hands behind his back. The gunslinger, however, remained frozen in place, unable to move no matter how much Charles Quinn ordered him.

"Damn... damn... oh my god... that was just too cool..."

"I've long heard that Fourth Master of the Lincoln Family is invincible among his peers, and it's clearly true."

"This isn't just invincible anymore, it's total domination, right? Without genetic modification, his speed is even faster than top-tier speed-type modified beings. Could he have already reached the legendary crystal-gene level?"

"Such a strong guy, but too bad he's not good-looking."

"How do you know Fourth Master of the Lincoln Family isn't good-looking?"

"If he was handsome, why would he wear a mask? Clearly, it's to cover up his flaws."

"You don't know anything. I've seen Fourth Master of the Lincoln Family with my own eyes—he's really handsome."

"Then why does he wear a mask?"

"Women just have long hair and short insight. He wears a mask because he's too handsome, so he has no choice but to cover up."

"Now I'm even more confused."

"Haven't you heard of the ancient general who was so handsome that he couldn't intimidate enemies on the battlefield, so every time he went to war, he had to wear a demon mask? Fourth Master of the Lincoln Family is the same."

"I see... I really want to see what Fourth Master actually looks like..."

No matter what others were saying, Henry Lincoln didn't utter a word, afraid that if he opened his mouth, he'd groan in pain and might reveal a pained expression.

The alloy creature's body was just too hard. Even though the acupoint he struck was a relative weak spot, it still felt like hitting steel with full force. The pain made Henry Lincoln suspect his finger might be broken, but he could only pretend nothing was wrong.

While everyone was talking, Henry Lincoln had already walked back to the stands, came up to Charles Quinn, and directly held out his hand.

"Will you do it yourself, or should I help you?" Charles Quinn wanted to say something, but Henry Lincoln cut him off directly.

"I, Charles Quinn, always keep my word. This is yours, Fourth Master." Charles Quinn hesitated for a moment, thinking of the terrifying speed Fourth Master Lincoln had just displayed and the hyper-speed gunslinger still standing motionless, and in the end, didn't dare say anything more. He took a blue metal key from his pocket and handed it to Henry Lincoln.

Every genetically modified creature has a corresponding gene key. Whoever holds the gene key is the master of the creature and can obtain its absolute loyalty. Only a creature that has handed over its gene key can be called a gene pet.

Adult gene creatures almost never hand over their gene keys to humans, so most gene pets are raised from gene eggs.

Once a gene creature hands over its gene key, it no longer has any say in who its master will be.

Henry Lincoln took the key without paying any attention to Charles Quinn, walked straight to the hyper-speed gunslinger who had been immobilized, and inserted the key into the keyhole at his waist.