This time, the fighters brought in weren't exactly human.
The men and women entering were all wearing strange electronic restraints.
Under the command of the fighters, when they raised their heads, those facing Wen Bai all had pairs of sapphire blue eyes.
The tall robot behind Wen Bai seemed to see nothing, its gaze fixed on its master's retreating back.
Wen Bai asked System 001 in his mind, "Are they all rogue robots?"
System 001 pondered before replying, "They should be. The electronic restraints they wear are aggressive. Besides tracking, these restraints inflict severe damage on robots when they resist, rendering them immobile. They are specifically designed for robots."
"Should be?" Wen Bai found the use of such tentative language from System 001 peculiar.
After a brief silence, System 001 responded, "Host, I can detect emotional fluctuations in humans. However, with robots, I cannot even detect an emotion score. Even if a rogue robot stood before me, I wouldn't be able to identify it immediately unless it exhibited specific rogue robot behavior."
This meant that System 001 couldn't identify rogue robots unless they engaged in actions that a normal service robot would never do, such as attacking humans.
Wen Bai turned his attention to the row of robots before him.
They were all sparsely dressed. The female robots wore scanty, three-piece bikinis, while the male robots were completely bare except for a small piece of cloth.
It was the kind that barely covered anything.
Seeing that Wen Bai was finally paying attention to the people he had brought, the bald fighter let out a sigh of relief. He began to seriously observe the robots the fighter had brought this time.
The bald fighter started to introduce them, "These are the best of their kind we have. Which one catches your eye?"
Wen Bai considered for two seconds, then pointed to the door and said directly, "You, get out."
This time, the tall robot behind Wen Bai finally shifted its gaze from its master's back to the row of robots.
The bald fighter was momentarily stunned, his eyes widening slightly. He scrutinized Wen Bai again, his tone laced with uncertainty, "Guest, you want all of them?"
Misinterpreting the intention, Wen Bai assumed he hadn't brought enough money.
He decisively turned to the tall robot behind him and said, "Give him money."
575 stepped forward again. Before the fighter could speak, he produced a stack of cash, taller than a brick, from behind his back and thrust it into the fighter's hands.
The bald fighter found himself holding a stack of cash that would take him half a year to earn.
Clutching the immense sum of money, the bald fighter walked to the door in a daze. He then turned back, his voice becoming remarkably gentle. This gentle tone and fawning expression were a stark contrast to his imposing appearance. "Please enjoy yourselves."
Although he didn't quite understand what the man wanted him to enjoy, as this place was so stingy that it didn't even offer a fruit plate, snacks, or a single glass of water.
Wen Bai, remembering he was here for business, still instructed, "Don't let anyone else in."
"Naturally, please rest assured," the bald fighter replied. He then switched to an arrogant and stern tone, ordering the robots inside, "You will behave, or you know the consequences."
With that, he closed the door. He then stood a few meters away from the entrance, guarding it, fulfilling his duty for the day.
Inside the room, Wen Bai, who found the place exceptionally cheap, looked at the row of blue-eyed robots before him.
The moment the bald fighter closed the door, the robots, who had been standing idly, suddenly moved in unison.
Some directly sat on the sofa, their beautiful legs sliding provocatively towards Wen Bai.
Others simply hugged a nearby pillar, spun around dramatically, split their long legs, and began to dance seductively in their high heels.
Even more walked directly up to Wen Bai and, in a tone of unknown implication, asked what kind of service he required.
Some of the female robots were even more direct, shedding their bikinis and tossing them behind them with a flourish, letting them fall to the floor.
However, Wen Bai had never encountered such a situation.
His previously relaxed body immediately tensed up again.
The male robots before him advanced step by step. Wen Bai retreated, a hint of disgust on his face, backing away step by step.
Several robots noticed Wen Bai's reaction and came closer.
Under the relentless advance of the robots, who seemed like wolves and tigers, Wen Bai retreated further and further.
He then backed into his tall, handsome robot, 575.
The male robot in front of him continued to advance. Seeing Wen Bai's reaction, it seemed intrigued, a hint of malice in its eyes.
Wen Bai was now clearly cornered.
The male robot in front of him smiled and leaned in for a kiss!
As Wen Bai could no longer retreat, he instinctively reacted to the large face before him.
He threw a direct punch, landing it squarely on the face of the robot that was trying to kiss him.
With a "clang."
But it wasn't the sound of Wen Bai's fist connecting. It was the tall, handsome robot behind him.
575 had caught his master's fist with one hand, while using his other hand to strike the infuriating face of the robot that was dangerously close to his master. That was the sound that rang out.
The male robot that had been trying to kiss Wen Bai was sent flying by a powerful punch from the towering 575.
The robot flew several meters, slamming into the wall before sliding down, crashing to the ground with a "bang." Perhaps due to the electronic restraints, the robot offered no defense, taking the hit head-on, looking quite disheveled.
The tall robot behind Wen Bai wrapped an arm around his master in a protective stance.
The surrounding robots, who had been writhing, pleasuring themselves, or swaggeringly shaking their heads, all froze and turned to watch.
They glared unfriendliness at Wen Bai and 575. Those gazes were unlike anything a normal service robot could possess.
Wen Bai snapped back to reality. He was now certain that it wasn't just the malicious male robot that had been sent flying; one hundred percent of the robots in this room were rogue.
Observing their behavior and recalling the bald fighter's words.
If Wen Bai still didn't understand what the bald fighter meant by "enjoyment," he would be incredibly slow-witted.
He truly hadn't expected these robots to be forced into such activities.
Wen Bai's face stiffened as he coldly stated, "Put your clothes back on. I am not here for that."
The robots before him finally stirred.
A few minutes later, the robots had all returned to a semblance of normalcy, dressed and either standing or sitting.