Inside a military transport aircraft, Xiao Huang cheerfully wrapped his arm around Gao Gong's shoulder, laughing out loud: "Come on, don't be shy, have fun, after all, we have plenty of time."
Inside the cabin, steel pipes and a group of bionic beauties dressed as flight attendants swayed to the low jazz music, their electric eyes flashing. Their graceful figures resembled large white pythons, and as if almost an illusion, their clothes twisted and seemed to lessen.
Gao Gong observed with a professional eye: "These must be S-type service robots. Such vibrant dancing indicates short-term muscle memory was injected, otherwise, they wouldn't be so agile. And these eyes, let me check if they're bionic simulations or neural circuit modifications. Oh, it's neural circuit modification. This neural circuit probably belongs to some 'star with the most charming smile.' Did you guys pay for her copyright?"
Xiao Huang's expression gradually became stiff.
