Unlike the outside, where trash piled up like mountains, the interior was very clean and well organized, with perfect zoning which included an electronic component synthesis area, mechanical parts processing area, testing area, and shell stamping area, among others.
In the mechanical parts processing area, Yu Liang saw a burly fellow. He was turned with his back to the shop's gate, bending over a table, meticulously polishing the necessary parts.
For the sake of convenience while working, his left arm had been transformed into a cybernetic limb that housed or carried a wealth of tools, such as screwdrivers, jacks, pliers, hammers, and wrenches.
"I slapped the cybernetic body, and it stood unfazed, remaining rigid and firm,"
"Life slapped me, and I fell."
"Indeed, the cybernetic body is more fitting to be a person than I am."
At this moment, the "Mechanic" was in a good mood, chanting verses while working on the parts at the bench, utterly immersed in his own world.
