"Additionally, if you need cybernetic prosthetics, we can provide those, too, up to A-minus grade," said a Quenching Fire Gang member. "Our gang has professional cybernetic physicians."
Gao Xin passed the screen to Luo Yan. Such minor tasks were not worth his personal attention, and he had no skills in design.
However, he exclaimed in surprise, "A-minus grade? That's equivalent to a young elephant, right? You can actually manufacture cybernetic prosthetics of that level?"
Suddenly, a burly man barged into the room, laughing, "Haha... it's not exactly manufacturing, but cobbling together some AI creations to assemble a set of prosthetics is no problem."
The newcomer was the man who had gone to greet the Grey Mist earlier, now dressed in the impressive Fiery Fire Mecha.
"Is that so? Seems like Yamaguchi Village is a real crouching tiger, hidden dragon," Gao Xin said with a faint smile.
The one-eyed man stood up and said, "Gang Leader..."
