There is always a smell of engine oil and putrefaction in the air in the lower city of Cyberspace. Li Qi crouched down, threw the cracked infrasonic insect-killing gun over his shoulder, and was struggling to drill deeper into the drainage ditch.
"Hey, let's go, this sewer hasn't been cleaned for eight hundred years, right? The smell is like canned herrings dropped into the sewer, and some sauerkraut was added. A conscientious pest exterminator like me would have sprayed out the overnight meal on the spot."
Li Qi muttered and didn't stop for a second. He is a famous "talker" in this area. Even if no one cares, he can still chat with the moss on the wall for half an hour.
Deep in the drainage pipe, a pair of green eyes stared at him. It was a mutated gold-eating rat, bigger than a pig, and its two front teeth could chew out flowers on the alloy steel plate.
