"Are you telling me you look like the Clan Leader of the Rothschild family? I might as well be the commander of the European Space Agency!"
"What are you doing, I really am the Clan Leader of the Rothschild family. Just wait till my people arrive, you'll regret it!"
"Oh, really? Let me show you first..."
"Ugh!"
Sounds kept coming from the side, Elliot's brow twitched, feeling annoyed: still checking out the beauties, suddenly the hottest European short video blared from beside him.
The person watching seemed like a worker too, wearing a Beijing Power System uniform, looked like someone responsible for Prosthetics after-sales, not sure who he was helping to maintain their Prosthetics.
Typically, Elliot harbors goodwill towards his "fellow men," but this old guy, this old guy not only refused to use the visual neural system, insisted on using a terminal to control the system, and kept watching these short videos on the terminal, with the sound on!
