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Han Ming went to see Fang Shanshan off.
Xiao Qiang, feeling aimless, picked up the remnants of Karl's body and began to fiddle with them. Unconsciously, he inserted the Bionic Core that Han Ming had placed aside into Karl's head, feeling it wasn't enough, and quickly connected the power supply.
Then he squatted there, resting his chin on his hand, staring blankly at Karl's remains.
Han Ming insisted on sending Fang Shanshan back, and the two cars drove away from the Slum, maintaining a distance from each other.
Nighttime belonged to humanity. Generally, around eight o'clock in the evening, robots had their commands canceled by their owners and returned to their respective areas to recharge or were collected by companies for repairs if damaged.
NS-3 began its operation, allowing Kabo Corporation to make another hefty profit.
Loud and flashy projection advertisements continued to blare repeatedly about NS-3. Interspersed ads showcased glamorous three-point models, posing alluringly as if they were stepping out of a dream onto the projection screen.
The streets were filled with dazzling neon lights. People walked in small groups along the brightly illuminated streets, with young men and women occasionally whispering to each other or glancing around curiously.
This was the nightlife that humanity had grown accustomed to throughout history. Despite the changing times, this habit remained deeply rooted. Among them were some elderly men over fifty who loved to gather in bars, discussing the latest news with great enthusiasm.
Some complained that their household robots seemed off lately, even mistreating pets.
Others recounted how robots would fish out the fish from their aquariums and throw them to cats.
The roads at night were also vibrant and colorful, with various luxury cars flashing their lights as they zoomed past. Han Ming and Fang Shanshan maintained their distance through a system link.
Fang Shanshan lived in a luxurious apartment. Upon learning of her return, Nair had already come out to wait at the door for her and to catch a ride.
As the two cars appeared before Nair, her smooth synthetic skin mask revealed eyes that rolled excitedly as she approached them, seemingly delighted to see them get out of the vehicles.
Fang Shanshan's car smoothly entered the private wall-mounted garage under Nair's operation.
Han Ming embraced Shanshan, greedily inhaling her familiar yet unique woman's fragrance. As his lips moved closer,
Fang Shanshan unexpectedly turned her head and whispered, "Don't."
"What's wrong with you?" Han Ming asked, puzzled. She had never acted like this before. His awkwardness had once annoyed her, making her say he was like a wooden man. Now that he had finally found a hint of romance, she was rejecting it!
What a buzzkill, Han Ming thought, lowering his head in disappointment.
Fang Shanshan could sense his unhappiness.
She reached out to Han Ming, helping him straighten his rolled-up collar. Leaning close to his cheek, she gently pecked him and whispered in his ear, "Nair is watching."
Nair was a birthday gift designed by Han Ming himself for Fang Shanshan. Although Shanshan's mother dismissed it as inferior to the robots from Kabo Corporation, Shanshan cherished this special gift and took Nair with her to work, allowing it to fully integrate into her personal space.
Han Ming glanced at Nair.
Nair stood there expressionless, oblivious to their presence.
Shanshan was just making excuses. Han Ming felt displeased but maintained a gracious facade as he said, "It's fine. Have sweet dreams." He kissed her cheek in response and waved at Nair before returning to his car, only leaving after watching Fang Shanshan enter the apartment.
Once inside, Fang Shanshan activated the UX1200D business video phone and initiated the integrated camera system. The phone screen displayed multiple video messages, most of which were inquiries she needed to address with Kabo Corporation regarding the cumbersome issues arising from the deployment of the Newborn NS model 2 robots.
"Tomorrow is going to be busy. What should I do?" she muttered to herself as she prepared for a bath and some rest.
As Fang Shanshan entered the bathroom, unwrapping the towel, she was oblivious to the pair of sinister eyes that had been watching her from behind the curtains for quite some time.
Meanwhile, Han Ming returned to his little sanctuary, burdened with thoughts. Xiao Qiang was curled up on the sofa, fast asleep, surrounded by a chaotic mess of parts that had been dismantled from Karl.
His face darkened as he glanced at the sleeping Xiao Qiang. Jealousy flickered in his eyes as he clenched his jaw. He reached out a hand and shook him gently. "Hey."
Xiao Qiang was lost in a beautiful dream, envisioning himself battling aliens alongside Lin Yu.
Lin Yu swung a large blade, swiftly slicing off the alien's deadly tentacles. Green liquid gushed from the severed ends, and wherever it splattered, wisps of smoke quickly rose.
The liquid oozing from the alien's tentacles had corrosive properties, similar to sulfuric acid.
The air was thick with the smell of sulfuric acid, and amidst the haze of gunpowder, Lin Yu wielded his blade with impressive agility. Truly worthy of being called Metal Slut.
Suddenly, a massive alien charged at Lin Yu, wrapping its thick tentacle around him. Xiao Qiang screamed, "Lin Yu..."
Han Ming jumped at the sound of his shout and instinctively took a step back. Seeing Xiao Qiang drenched in sweat, as if he were fighting someone in his sleep, he felt puzzled and thought to himself that he had seen many patients with sleepwalking issues but had never encountered anyone who dreamed like this.
He cautiously approached Xiao Qiang again, shaking him more vigorously while calling out, "Hey, Xiao Qiang."
As consciousness returned to Xiao Qiang, everything around him faded away. His mind was still foggy as he slowly opened his eyes. The blurry scene gradually came into focus. "You're back?" he exclaimed, sitting up abruptly and scanning his surroundings in confusion.
"Are you looking for someone named Lin Yu?"
"You..."
Han Ming wore a cold expression and said, "I heard you calling Lin Yu."
"Oh." Xiao Qiang looked awkward, scratching his head. "I just had a strange dream." He glanced down at the mess he had made. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain.
Han Ming inspected Karl's body, his face growing increasingly dark. "You connected the wires incorrectly; Karl is completely burnt out."
Xiao Qiang was startled, realizing he had caused trouble. He scrambled to his feet. "This, I..."
Han Ming abruptly stood up, raising a fist that landed squarely on Xiao Qiang's unguarded face, striking the handsome features that he found so irritating.
Xiao Qiang covered his mouth, feeling his lips and nose shift painfully. In shock, he looked at Han Ming and stammered, "You... you..."
Han Ming laughed heartily. "If I don't hit you this time, I won't feel balanced." As he spoke, he took out a special medicine and grabbed Xiao Qiang's hand, insisting on checking where he was hurt.
In truth, Xiao Qiang covered his mouth and nose to hide his self-healing ability. Seeing Han Ming's insistence, he reluctantly moved his hand away.
Han Ming was taken aback and instinctively looked at his palm. There was a red mark on it, clearly the result of the punch he had thrown. But why wasn’t Xiao Qiang injured? His straight nose was still intact, and his lips remained perfectly shaped, exuding an alluring charm.
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