"Boss, are you listening to me!!!"
Hanging Street, No. 3-301.
Gao Gong sat on the sofa, one hand supporting his knee, the other rubbing his brow.
Opposite him, Xiao Yu was gesturing a big circle, her eyes wide open.
The Mechanical Armor Soldier leaned against the wall, like an armored statue.
Gao Gong was a Transmigrator, not an omniscient and omnipotent god. To be honest, after the Mechanic said the last sentence, he was really somewhat shaken.
He was even considering whether to give up this task.
If the Mechanic was the new one, this was clearly a trap.
If the Mechanic was the old version, then why say these words?
To be honest, he was previously very certain about the Mechanic's identity.
The reason was simple, the Mechanic was the Mechanical Main Brain, and the style of a Mechanical Main Brain was closely related to the development path of the Mechanical City it dominated.
