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... e a laboratory.
A young man with metal patterns on his skin sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his face expressionless, but his eyes were fixed straight on the experimental instrumentation ahead.
Inside the instrument, Zhao Jiadi’s face twisted in pain, his body linked with numerous special mechanical tubes, and his mechanical prosthetics shook continuously as if he was enduring immense suffering.
He roared, and cold sweat dripped down, but the glass of the instrument ...
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