"He must weigh at least 400 pounds." Bubble whispered.
"Shh." Xu Cheng raised a finger to his mouth.
Cyborgs like Daniel are bound to have sharp hearing and formidable combat capabilities. Compared to them, they felt like two pitiful little beans.
The mechanical arms creaked, the bio-sensors were extraordinarily sensitive, firearms and blades equipped on his body. Bubble stood with his back facing Daniel Wu.
Hopefully, this guy wouldn't target the two of them.
"Boss, congratulations and prosperity!" The gang members of Cold Bay Seven Groups shouted excitedly, and then they began drinking and fooling around with women.
Drinking girls and partner robots rushed to join them, diving into the red sofa area, continuously making noise.
Xu Cheng turned to look at the two young, impoverished artists on the small stage. No one was watching their performance anymore. Feeling disheartened, they left the stage in disappointment.
