However, Cao Xianming had been quietly running calculations all along the way...
He hadn't used his Sequence Two analyst ability, only the most basic probability calculations.
Since he hadn't raised any objections, that meant the Survival Convoy probably wouldn't encounter any fatal danger for the time being.
Yang Yong received a key card marked "303" and headed upstairs.
Mang Dabiao and Hu Xian'er had actually each been assigned separate rooms as well.
That was rather unexpected. Mechanical City seemed to treat immortals like Mang Dabiao as independent individuals, rather than keeping them tethered like pets, as some places did.
With his key card in hand, Yang Yong passed through several steel doors along the way.
Every door was as thick and heavy as a bank vault door, closing with a dull thud that made his eardrums itch.
He couldn't help wondering: where had Mechanical City gotten all this steel?
He pushed open the door to Room 303.
Yang Yong looked inside...
A bed.
Other than that, there was nothing.
The four walls were bare, their metal surfaces a dull gray, without so much as a stool.
A sickly white energy-saving light was set into the ceiling, buzzing, its cold light enough to give him goosebumps.
Yang Yong stood frozen in the doorway for three seconds.
Was this a hotel or a prison cell?
He stepped back out and glanced down the corridor, only to discover something even more unsettling...
There were cameras everywhere.
Tiny black lenses were embedded in the corners of the corridor ceiling, directly overhead, at the stairwell entrance, and even in the gaps along the baseboard of the opposite wall. They were packed densely together, providing full, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree coverage without a single blind spot.
Red lights flickered dimly inside those lenses, like so many prying eyes.
Yang