"Watch yourselves. Don't damage anything on the streets, and don't provoke those drones."
Wang Jixuan shouted directly.
There was no helping it. The radios had no signal, and transmitting voices required spiritual sense. They were being completely suppressed now.
Then Wang Jixuan had Amina carry him forward for a stretch and watched as Nierda Tamon was locked inside a small room by the street.
The drone flew away at once.
Nierda Tamon darkened and was about to tear apart the railing when Amina promptly warned him:
"I advise you not to."
Amina reminded him with a smile:
"The technology here completely restrains us, and there are defensive measures everywhere. If you attack this city, something even more terrifying than these little drones will jump out."
Wang Jixuan clicked his tongue. "Who would have thought, brother, that even you would one day find yourself in prison?"
Nierda Tamon smiled bitterly.
He asked in a low voice, "How can I get out? I was only testing things just now."
"Let me think," Amina said, seemingly searching through the relevant knowledge in her memories.
Soon, she offered a suggestion.
"You might as well rest here for a while. As long as you don't act aggressively, this city won't show hostility. There are no living beings left here."
Nierda Tamon said, "Can't the walls here be damaged either? I didn't sense any psionic fluctuations from them."
"Better not," Amina said. "But if you want to conduct a physical experiment for us, we would naturally offer you suitable gratitude and encouragement."
Nierda Tamon said nothing and turned back toward the small bed in the confinement room.
The moment Nierda Tamon sat down, something like a Projection Screen appeared on the wall. A Barbell Drone was displayed on it, asking in a gentle synthesized voice:
"Hello,