"Da da—"
Looking back, wow, there were also work robots and eight-armed chef robots.
Sang Ning was puzzled. She wasn't surprised that the person in charge had come, since the captain of the starship was the person in charge.
As the captain of a ship, it is essential to have information about all the crew members.
It can effectively and quickly respond to all emergencies.
Therefore, Sang Ning expressed her understanding regarding the person in charge bringing security robots and medical robots.
But then work robots and chef robots showed up too, which is just ridiculous.
Departure from your posts, my buddies! Do you want to quit or what?
Is it appropriate for a robot to have such a strong sense of curiosity?
Sang Ning and Bessimo stared at the work robot and the chef robot.
Work robots are all animal-shaped robots, with a fluffy appearance that is as cute as possible. Chef robots have a humanoid appearance, but they have eight arms, which looks very incongruous.
Noticing their gazes, the adorable work robot grinned at them with a unique, warm, and comforting fluffy smile.
Sang Ning was in a great mood after seeing this.
The chef robot was a bit of a mixed bag. Noticing their gazes, he raised his eyelids and said coolly, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me? I know I'm handsome, but let me tell you, don't fall in love with me!"
"No results!"
He pulled it out with a human touch on his face.
Sang Ning's lips twitched, and she silently looked away from him. It was too much to bear.
If this guy didn't have eight hands, she would applaud his good looks.
However, these eight hands were beyond her aesthetic sensibilities; she simply couldn't appreciate them.
Bessimo got goosebumps and asked the person in charge, "Aren't you going to do anything about these robots?"
The person in charge pursed his lips and said quietly, "Perhaps I didn't explain things clearly beforehand, which caused you to misunderstand these robot employees. Now I feel it's necessary to tell you the truth."
Pointing to the robots, he said, "They have employee contracts, not subsidiary employee contracts, you know what I mean?"
Emmanuel and the others understood, but Sanning did not.
"Is there a difference between these two?"
She asked.
"have."
Bessimo explained, "The employee contracts mean that these robots enjoy the same rights as normal intelligent life forms."
"In other words, as long as they don't violate the rules and regulations, the person in charge can't control them."
“The contract with an employee is different; the robot does not have rights, but is a tool.”
"They are tools; how they are used depends on the people who are assigned to them."
Sang Ning suddenly realized that her sparring session with Bessimo today was destined to be watched by all the intelligent and artificial intelligent beings present.
That should be fine.
She didn't care anyway, since she couldn't possibly be the one to lose.
So she asked Bessimer, "Do you mind if they watch?"
The implication is whether or not to continue practicing.
Bessemer, who had successfully grasped her point, didn't like being watched like a monkey, but he felt uncomfortable if he didn't practice.
After a moment's thought, he nodded decisively, "Practice!"
"Oh, shall we begin?"
Sang Ning asked.
"Um."
Bessemer nodded.
So, Sang Ning adopted a Baguazhang (Eight Trigrams Palm) stance.
Bessimo smirked and adopted a standard fighting stance.
It's always like this.
Last time I lost because I caught him off guard. This time I want to beat him as easily as last time.
Well then, I'm sorry.
There's no such thing as a free lunch.
His goal today is to defeat Sang Ning so he can get a good night's sleep.
Just as the two got into position and were ready to go, the onlookers held their breath.
"Wait a moment!"
Sang Ning suddenly shouted.
Bessimo looked confused. "What's wrong?"
"Do you want to set some rules or something?"
Sang Ning said sincerely, "There should be rules for any competition, otherwise..."
"No rules, no exceptions!"
Bessimo said confidently, "Don't worry, you definitely can't beat me."
Sang Ning said "Oh," and that was fine.
She looked up at the top of Bessimmer's head. "Old Bessimmer, I just realized today that your hairstyle is kind of cool."
Um?
Compliment his hairstyle?
Really?
Bessemer instinctively reached out to smooth his hair to make himself look better, but Sang Ning moved, and a whooshing sound came from behind.
Holy crap, this guy has no sportsmanship either.
Seeing the fist hurtling towards him with a piercing whistling sound, Bessimor, who already had a psychological aversion to Sang Ning's fists, instinctively wanted to retreat and dodge.
But Sang Ning was too fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to retreat.
Bessimo, who had considerable practical experience, was a ruthless man. He thought to himself that since he couldn't avoid it, he might as well confront it head-on.
So he decisively hunched over, covering his head with his hands to protect it.
He absolutely cannot let Sang Ning hit him in the face this time; he has a lot to lose.
"hiss···"
Mo Nai Nai and the others gasped as they watched Sang Ning's attack moves, their eyes shining like light bulbs.
"Wow..."
Emmanuel and the others all brought their legs together, gasped, and froze.
"That's ruthless..."
The person in charge and the robots all stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.
At this point, everyone felt that there was no need to continue the competition.
What a joke! The outcome is already decided, and Bessimo is in agony.
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