Randall and the others were most looking forward to Warehouse No. 1, since there were two brand new Yamahas there. But when they got a closer look, they were all instantly dumbfounded: the motorcycles really didn’t have engines!

Unfortunately, the most valuable part of a motorcycle is the engine. Without it, the thing is worthless.

Chapter 0013: The Bug’s New Ability

“Who bought a pile of junk? No brains and still want to play treasure hunting? You guys should go pick up dog crap!” Henry, watching the commotion outside, laughed exaggeratedly.

After three consecutive warehouses yielded nothing, Randall was fuming inside.

Henry’s mocking laughter was like a fuse igniting a bundle of dynamite. He lashed out with a kick, sending a metal toolbox on the ground flying toward David Thompson, cursing, “Blind God! Go to hell!”

No one expected him to attack. David Thompson was only three or four meters from the doorway and had no time to dodge!

The toolbox came whistling through the air. Even though he knew it was too late, he instinctively wished time would slow down so he could get out of the way.

That’s what any normal person would think when attacked, but right after he had that thought, unbelievably, the toolbox really did slow down!

It was a bit like a slow-motion scene in a movie—the metal box, which had been flying fast, suddenly slowed to half its original speed.

That gave David Thompson enough time to dodge. He darted to the side, and the box brushed past his body, then regained its normal speed and crashed with a bang into the warehouse wall.

Everyone was shocked by this outcome. A big Black guy muttered, “Shit, that Chinese kid reacts fast!”

David Thompson knew his reaction speed wasn’t that fast. It was the toolbox that had slowed down, or rather, time itself had slowed down—he didn’t know exactly what had happened yet, but he guessed it was because of the little bug. This was a new ability the bug had revealed!

What supported this guess was that after dodging, David Thompson felt extremely exhausted, just like when he’d overexerted himself controlling the bug before.

Henry, who had been watching the show, was now furious!

The sound of the toolbox hitting the wall was like a starting gun. As soon as he realized what had happened, he charged at Randall and launched a flying kick.

Randall was on guard against him, but David Thompson’s earlier dodge had been so quick it startled him.

So when Henry rushed at him, he was half a beat slow to react. He tried to dodge but still got kicked, though he managed to avoid a blow to the gut.

At this point, David Thompson was extremely fatigued. The bug’s new ability was a bit like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs—he could use the bug’s clone for five minutes, but this ability lasted only half a second!

Still, a fight’s a fight, and he wasn’t about to just stand there and take it.

He took a couple of deep breaths to recover a bit, then charged in as well, grabbing an iron rod from beside the wall and swinging it at the Black guy who was throwing punches at Henry.

The Black guy was a brawling veteran. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw David Thompson’s attack coming. He didn’t have time to dodge, so he just covered his head with both hands and took the blow on his back.

“Die, bastard!” The big guy spun around and threw a straight punch.

Seeing the fist about to smash into his face, David Thompson gritted his teeth: Damn it, slow down, slow down!

That familiar wave of exhaustion swept over him, but the Black guy’s punch really did slow down a lot.

Whether it was time slowing or something else, it didn’t matter to David Thompson. He turned his head to dodge the punch, then lashed out with his right foot, kicking the Black guy in the groin.

“Ahh, my God!” The big guy screamed, clamping his legs together and clutching his crotch with both hands, curling up on the ground like a shrimp.

There’s no toughing it out with a hit like that. No matter how much fighting you’ve done, unless you’ve trained in iron crotch kung fu at Shaolin, you’re going down!

Meanwhile, Henry was pinning Randall against a motorcycle frame and beating him up. Another Black guy was tidying up Warehouse No. 2, but as soon as he ran over, he was greeted by David Thompson’s iron rod.

This Black guy was even more skilled—clearly trained. His strong body twisted quickly to dodge the rod, then he countered with a punch.

“Slow down!” David Thompson thought silently. The bug seemed to sense his thoughts directly, and instantly, the Black guy’s punch slowed down.

He knew he didn’t have much time, so after dodging, he swung the iron rod with all his might, mercilessly striking the Black guy on the neck.

His “all his might” wasn’t much, though—using the bug’s time-slowing skill left him utterly drained.

Compared to controlling the bug’s clone, this skill’s exhaustion was only temporary.

To put it simply, the cooldown for this skill was short, while the clone skill’s cooldown was over a dozen hours.

The neck is the softest part of the body. Even without much strength, David Thompson’s blow made the big guy’s vision go black. He staggered a couple of steps and tripped over a cardboard box, falling to the ground.

Henry landed two more solid punches on Randall’s eyes, then turned around and was startled by the two Black guys lying on the ground.

David Thompson thought brawling like this wasn’t a good idea, so he waved and called out, “Let’s go, Boss Fox. As God says, after a fight, run fast!”