Lin Mo turned his head. It was Zhao Kexia.
They were both young, so Lin Mo saw nothing wrong with being called by name. In fact, he was more used to it, without so many formalities.
He pointed at the Pangu Mecha parked nearby and said:
"Don't worry. It's in great shape, no problems!"
Zhao Kexia's eyes lit up:
"Does the mecha need any improvements?"
Lin Mo shook his head:
"No, I'm very satisfied."
Zhao Kexia smiled, her eyes curving into crescents:
"That's good!"
She flicked her ponytail and ran toward the mecha:
"This battle should have given us plenty of data."
"Time's tight. Talk later! I still have to do maintenance on it, replenish its ammunition, and all that."
Watching Zhao Kexia leave as quickly as she had arrived, Lin Mo shook his head helplessly.
Meanwhile, inside the Portal.
Transport trucks drove out one after another, loaded with all kinds of equipment.
Disassembly tables, refining furnaces, energy storage tanks...
The combat engineers worked deftly, finding an empty patch of ground and quickly putting up a temporary factory building.
In less than two hours, a basic Demon Clan Processing Plant had sprung up.
Qian Zhenhua and Liu Chengen were both there, running system checks.
Lin Mo, Long Zhan, and Zhao Gang walked over, surveying everything curiously.
"Phew, the system checks are done. We can get ready to start!"
Liu Chengen let out a long breath and clapped his hands as he spoke.
Hearing this, everyone gathered around a massive disassembly table, their eyes fixed on the conveyor belt.
The first Demon Clan corpse was brought up.
It was a fourth-order demon, as large as an ox, its body covered in black scales with scorch marks from the battle still lingering along their edges.
Liu Chengen pushed up his glasses, his