"Sir." Zhan Lu's voice broke into the mecha's mental network, like a small stone, causing tiny ripples.
Dylan Lin briefly recovered his consciousness that was scattered in the darkness: "How much have you recovered?"
"5%."
"Can you contact Baiyinjiu for me?"
Zhan Lu paused and said, "Sorry, sir, I don't have enough energy to search and locate the other party within the interstellar range. Do you want to experience my 'extreme function'?"
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