Bai Ye twirled a strand of her hair around his fingers and casually said, "We're already this close. What's wrong with touching your head?"
An Xiaotong rolled her eyes at him and said nothing more.
"By the way, how's your wound? Take off your clothes and let me check it."
"You'd better actually be checking my wound."
"Xiaotong, would I lie to you?"
"You've lied to me plenty of times."
"Nonsense, I was just..."
Bzzzt...
The piercing sound of electric static cut Bai Ye off, and the television screen abruptly turned to snow.
An Xiaotong frowned slightly and picked up the remote to change the channel, only to find that every channel was filled with static.
"Perfect, the TV's broken too. Let's check your—"
Just as Bai Ye reached out, the television screen suddenly lit up.
A matte-black robot filled the screen.
Its cold mechanical body, paired with metal prosthetic eyes flashing scarlet, gave off an indescribable sense of oppression.
"It's the Mechanical God Cult!" An Xiaotong's expression turned grim. She abruptly stood up and stared fixedly at the television screen.
Bai Ye's hand froze in midair, his face dark as the bottom of a pot. Iron Hub, you've brought death upon yourself!
He recognized the figure on the television at a glance. He had seen intelligence on Iron Hub during his time in Satellite City No. 2.
One of the Mechanical God Cult's Ten Machine Lords—the Iron Hub Machine Lord!
He was also the mastermind behind this assault on Dawn City.
A cold electronic voice came through the screen.
"Humans of Dawn City, the Mechanical God Cult has no intention of becoming your enemy, but you have sheltered a traitor of the Cult. This is a grave provocation against the Cult.
This broadcast is the Mechanical God Cult's final