The acid rain in Xinhu City has just passed, and there is still a strange smell of rust and disinfectant in the air. Gu Han squatted in the corner of the abandoned robot recycling bin, holding an oily rag in his hand, feebly wiping the shell of a scrapped domestic robot. The harsh sound of metal friction echoed one after another, mixed with the boss Wang Baldy's roar not far away, piercing his ears like a needle.
