Xiang Shan skillfully approached a thug, hacked into his prosthetic body, forced it to open, then removed the storage device, and connected it to the data interface on his own wrist.
"Hmm, I didn't kill the wrong one."
As he said this, Xiang Shan crushed the thug's biological brain.
However, while he was doing this, he felt a tinge of annoyance.
--Speaking of which, shouldn't I be a scholar? Why can't I just stay in my laboratory and contribute to society? What exactly has this world done to me? Why did that gentle scholar from 28 years ago turn into what I am now?
Xiang Shan couldn't help but fall into deep contemplation.
While thinking, he also dealt with another member of the Green Forest.
Then, he pushed a motorcycle that had tipped over, caught up with another one that was still going forward, and brought it back next to "the donkey."
"OK, let's refuel a bit." Xiang Shan dropped two bloody batteries and sighed.
