Ji Xian knew he had many flaws: he was naive, immature, and kind, but he would never admit that he was stupid.
So he really did think about it carefully.
It was then that he realized that Lingling had the world's most advanced chip inside her body, which could be used to communicate with the internet and so on, making her like a human-shaped computer.
Ji Xian smiled, wasted no more time, and turned to leave the room.
Head straight to the Jemoca Chamber of Commerce.
Ji Xian rushed over.
Upon arriving at a nearby deserted area, Ji Xian traveled back to the real world.
A flash.
A mech appeared out of nowhere in this world.
...
Jemoka had just woken up.
For him, it was an ordinary day, nothing special.
Take a shower, brush your teeth and rinse your mouth.
After everything was done, he sat on the sofa, filled with excitement.
At his call, beautiful music began, and seven or eight graceful dancers appeared before him, dancing elegantly.
With everything ready, Jemoka said, "Bring the contents of my safe number 7!"
"Yes!" The two female slaves behind him turned around and went to the wall to open one of the safes.
What was taken out was a can of oranges that had been eaten halfway.
Jemoka took a shower and washed up early in the morning, all for the sake of this meal.
He didn't eat all of the sample Ji Xian gave him that day; he saved some to savor slowly.
This kind of food should be eaten with caution.
The canned food was placed on the table, along with a porcelain plate and cutlery.
Jemoka forked off a slice of orange, put it on a small plate, cut it into smaller pieces with a knife, and then put it in her mouth with her fork.
In front of him, dancers performed songs and dances, and beautiful music filled his ears. Behind him, female slaves would massage his shoulders and legs from time to time.
Jemoka looked thoroughly enjoying himself.
Enjoying it so much, I couldn't help but hum: "Eating oranges while watching song and dance, even the emperor can't compare to me~"
Immersed in the delicious food.
Suddenly, I heard a commotion outside.
Then a female slave wearing a slave collar rushed in, saying, "Master, something bad has happened! Someone is looking for you."
Jemoka yelled, "If you want to see me, then see me! You stumbled in and ruined my fun!"
"But they've come with ill intentions!"
No sooner had she finished speaking than a figure rushed in from outside the door and crushed the female slave's chest with one foot.
The female slave died after vomiting blood.
This is a muscular man with his upper body bare.
Jemoka was shocked and stood up: "Who are you, daring to touch my slave?"
"I am a clone, number 3661."
According to the clone's programming, it will answer any questions asked.
Then another shirtless man walked into the room: "I am number 3662."
Jemoka asked in surprise: "A clone?"
Clones are produced to replace slaves, and Jemoka has used many clones to work for him.
Their status was similar to that of slaves, or even worse.
Now, these inferior clones are actually bullying him, and Jemoka is immediately enraged.
He pointed at the two clones and said, "Kill them!"
The dancers who had been graceful and charming, as well as the female slaves who had been massaging his shoulders and legs, suddenly turned serious and abandoned their gentle demeanor, all attacking the clone.
These dancers and female slaves were all carefully selected by Jemoka, and their abilities were enhanced at great expense.
They all appear to be delicate women, but in reality, their overall physical attributes are five to six times stronger than those of ordinary people.
3661 said, "You're asking for it!" and immediately rushed into the crowd.
However, the female slaves, whose overall physical strength was five or six times that of ordinary people, were no match for these two clones.
The two clones moved like tigers among sheep, ruthless and deadly, killing them with a single blow, cutting them down like vegetables, and quickly slaughtering all the female slaves.
Jemoka felt a pang of sadness at losing so many female slaves.
He cursed again, "You son of a bitch, you're bullying me!"
As he spoke, he reached behind him and pulled out a long shotgun from a hidden compartment in the sofa behind him.
Without hesitation, Jemoka released the safety latch.
"Bang!" A shot was fired.
The wall was riddled with bullet holes, but the two clones avoided them.
"Bang!" Another shot was fired at the clone.
The clone dodged again; the bullets hit the indoor furniture, sending up a cloud of sawdust.
"Bang bang bang bang?"
Six shots were fired in quick succession.
In the blink of an eye, the entire room was filled with smoke and fumes.
The two clones were incredibly strong and fast; they accurately avoided the bullets' trajectories every time Jemoka pulled the trigger.
A shotgun needs to be reloaded after firing six shots.
Jemoka hurriedly grabbed a handful of bullets to exchange for them.
Seizing the opportunity, the two clones grabbed Jemoka from the left and right.
Jemoka dodged in a flash, his movements as nimble as a monkey.
Two clones quickly gave chase.
Jemoka reloaded his gun while fleeing.
He avoided the two clones and rushed out of the room.
Upon leaving the room, he discovered that his trading hall was filled with corpses.
Everyone present was killed by the clones.
Jemoka was both annoyed and furious.
With the shotgun shells loaded, he turned and continued firing at the two clones.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"
The two clones who had chased out of the room were forced back into the room by the continuous shotgun fire.
Jemoka emptied his magazine, threw away his shotgun, and ran.
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