"Sure." Yu Liang was not opposed to such a trade.
"Hiss—" The "Mechanic" tapped the architect's transparent skull a few times, inadvertently making some noises with his mouth.
From that sound, Yu Liang knew this controller wouldn't be easy to dismantle.
"This thing plugged into the brain is not easy to handle."
Indeed, the "Mechanic" frowned and said, "I'll have to call my master to take a look."
No sooner had he spoken than he went into the room inside, calling out a skinny old man from the laboratory there.
The old man, wearing heavy wind-blocking glasses and a leather head cover, looked just like a pilot of some old aircraft. He pushed away the "Mechanic's" hand and moved next to the architect, mumbling, "I'm telling you, without a couple servings of garlic chicken wings, this isn't going to be easy."
After saying that, he lifted his foot and shined the laser from the sole of his boot into one of the skateboards in the laboratory inside.
