"Modify the brain?" Jillian exclaimed in shock, "Are their brains becoming like machines?"
Fatty nodded, a fleeting thought suddenly flashed through his mind but then vanished, unable to be grasped. As he pondered, he said, "We've captured quite a few Judgers, the earliest was caught on Mars, and we are currently studying them."
"What's the average hand speed of the Bandit Army mecha pilots?" Jillian pursued further.
Fatty's words were a blow to her confidence. You must know, her hand speed had barely broken fifty movements, and she was already quite pleased with herself. At least in this circle, very few could match her. But if faced with a Judger, they're simply like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, not to mention compared with the Bandit Army.
Although the information gathered from various channels showed that Fatty did not lie, Jillian still found it difficult to accept. She had always thought these legends were just that, legends.
