Ronan raised a hand in response, then headed that way.
He did not fit in here, and the men and women here did not much like him either, probably because of a "clash of aesthetics."
Someone noticed Ronan, this oddity, and people began taking the initiative to "greet" him.
As Ronan skirted the crowd, quite a few people made provocative gestures, or simply reached out with their arms—mostly Prosthetic Limbs—and struck at him, as if offering him a "warm greeting."
It could not hurt him, but the force was not small either.
There was also one Lady who seemed rather taken with him. She directly removed the Prosthetic Eye from her eye socket, held it between her lips, and pressed herself toward him, determined to give him a soul-melting kiss.
Expressionless, Ronan turned sideways and slipped past.
By the time Ronan reached the second floor, the strange cries and roars of laughter below that had risen because of him still had not completely died down.
Metal Vision occupied a vast area, and changes in one zone did not affect other locations. The second floor seemed much quieter.
There should have been some configuration like a Sound Shield here, making it a calm spot amid the clamor, with a certain unique charm.
When he saw Mo She, the latter was quite proper with his manners, and hurried to apologize the moment they met.
"I forgot that Team Leader Pu's machine core was damaged. The place I chose wasn't suitable. That was my fault."
Ronan had never told Mo She about that Domain Machine Core. Mo She had not been present at the time either, and he was not a member of North District Pressure Relief Command, so in theory, he should not have learned about it so quickly.
As an Uploader,