He could only linger for about ten seconds.
Otherwise, he would be directly exposed to the sensory range of another patrol.
Yang Ming looked up into the sky, originally intending to slip in quietly, but suddenly changed his mind, controlling the flying backpack with full power, and shot up directly to Kolev's bedroom balcony.
Oh, was this a scene that a starry-eyed, pure-hearted old man like him should witness?
In the bedroom, several maid Intelligent Machines knelt at the edge of the bed, massaging the legs and pressing the shoulders of Kolev, who was only wearing sleep pants and restrained tightly, his face showing utter despair.
In the corner of the sofa, Mimili's mouth bore bruises, her hands and feet locked with strong magnetic fetters, and her slender waist and beautiful legs were full of scars.
Yang Ming couldn't bear to see this.
These robots were actually abusing Mimili while serving old Kolev!
