Liu Dezhu sat blankly on the ground, looking at the agile Zheng Yuandong before him and the man's sophisticated mechanical limbs. Suddenly, he felt an intense sense of security.
In truth, Liu Dezhu had not seen many mechanical limbs. Back when he had crossed over to Prison No. 18, he had barely had time to admire the Mechanical Civilization before being taken away and thrown into solitary confinement.
Yet he could tell at a glance that Zheng Yuandong's mechanical limbs were different.
There were no longer hydraulic tubes exposed to the air on those arms. Instead, they were covered entirely in alloy skin, with strips of blue light running across them like blood vessels. He had no idea what they were for.
Compared to Prison No. 18, this was the kind of cybernetic prosthetic the Outer World had once imagined.
Seeing that Liu Dezhu remained silent, Zheng Yuandong turned and walked toward the overturned black business van. A dark red blade sprang from his arm, and with a casual swing, he sliced open the vehicle.
The steel body dissolved like a candle meeting a red-hot knife.
As they moved, several black SUVs closed in from both directions. Lu Yuan jumped out of one of them. "Boss, turns out this really was the place you predicted they'd make their move."
Zheng Yuandong looked at the four unconscious men inside the van and gave Lu Yuan a slight nod. "Liu Wenqin, Xin Qiouze, Cui Qiang, Huang Hanyi. They're all registered. It looks like Liu Wenqin was the one who brought them together. Remove their mechanical limbs and take them back. Call someone to tow the vehicle away, quickly."
As the person in charge of Kunlun spoke, he seemed to know something about these men and had even identified the mastermind.
"You really