Liu Dezhu sat blankly on the ground, looking at the agile Zheng Yuandong in front of him and his sophisticated mechanical limbs, suddenly feeling a strong sense of security.
Actually, Liu Dezhu hadn't seen many mechanical limbs. Initially, when he was transferred to Prison No. 18, he hadn't gotten the chance to appreciate the mechanical civilization before he was taken away to solitary confinement.
But he could tell at a glance that the mechanical limbs on Zheng Yuandong's body were different.
The arms were no longer exposed hydraulic tubes, but completely covered in alloy skin, with blue light strips like blood vessels on his arms, the purpose of which was unknown.
Compared to Prison No. 18, this was what the Outer World had once fantasized about as cybernetic limbs.
Seeing Liu Dezhu silent, Zheng Yuandong turned and walked toward the overturned black business vehicle, his arm ejecting a dark red blade and slicing through the car body with a swing of his hand.
