Saying this, the mouth on the tentacle closed again, silent.
Yong Xin slowly pushed the drawer back in place, then turned to look again at Lyra under the night sky, muttering to himself.
"An incomplete god, huh?"
...
In the dimly lit warehouse, a girl with coffee-colored hair was crouched in front of an oil lamp, swinging the wrench in her hand, disassembling a broken part.
Gerard stared at Ju in front of him.
Even though he had anticipated it, he couldn't help but show a surprised expression.
Because Ju's technique was just too skilled.
You have to know, Gerard had seen quite a few mechanics, including those more outstanding than Ju, such as her father, Eric, but those were all veterans who had been immersed in this field for many years.
But he had never seen someone like Ju, whose hands were still smaller than a wrench, yet still able to disassemble and assemble with such proficiency.
