After tragically losing two teammates, Duan Mingyuan's team saw a significant increase in average strength, and the Mechanical Maid's disdainful gaze turned back to normal.
Through control variable methods, Duan Mingyuan concluded that the Judge didn't look down on him, but rather on Mr. Norton, who fantasized about machinery.
A person filled with lewd rubbish could hardly propose any constructive suggestions for the future of the Prison Planet.
"So, Mr. Mingyuan, do you have anything else to say?"
The Mechanical Maid asked.
"I heard from the Prison Governor that you took prisoner 1721 out of his cell."
"That is none of your business."
From the Mechanical Maid's furrowed brow, it wasn't difficult to see her disdain for 1721.
This was good news, at least it meant the Judge wouldn't mix up with this sinister prisoner anytime soon.
