"Is this yours?" Bai Ye asked.
Everyone turned to look. When they saw the black chunk of flesh in Bai Ye's hand, their expressions became puzzled and strange.
A master was a master indeed. His way of doing things was different. Was he asking whether they wanted the Mutant's flesh?
Monkey scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. "Mr. Bai, it isn't ours. It's your trophy. You can deal with it however you like. You don't need to worry about us."
Bai Ye frowned slightly. The walkie-talkie really had belonged to a Mutant, but the voice coming from it just now had clearly been human. And they seemed to have decided that Lu Chen and the others were the Mutants.
Lu Chen had even revealed a black tail just now...
Well, this was getting interesting.
He did not care who was a Mutant. They were all weaklings anyway, unable to even break [Armor].
"By the way, do you know an artificial intelligence called Little Nine?"
Everyone looked utterly lost.
"Mr. Bai, there are far too many artificial intelligences. Before the Great Cataclysm, everyone had their own personal AI, and the names they gave them were all sorts of strange things. Mine used to be called—Wife."
Monkey seemed a little embarrassed. He quickly changed the subject. "Little Nine is quite a common name. There are probably tens of thousands with the same name. Which Little Nine are you referring to?"
Uh...
Bai Ye was speechless. Tens of thousands of Little Nines? Where the hell was he supposed to start looking?
"Mr. Bai, are you looking for a public-domain artificial intelligence or a private-domain artificial intelligence?" Lu Chen asked as he walked over after burying Ling Xia.
Public-domain? Private-domain?
The question touched upon one of Bai Ye's blind spots. "What is the difference