Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1367 - 19: Parent-Child Garden Party (Part 3)_3

The short man in black waved a wrench, spitting everywhere: "Take a look, take a look, hey! The latest research result from the physics department at Central United University, the fully automatic casino surveillance robot ’King of Kings’! This product has been experimentally deployed in the five major casinos of the Union, all achieving ideal results. Please watch the demonstration!"

On the opposite side of the card table, a burly blue-haired man with a gold chain and floral shirt sat down—none other than the former Wing of Death’s deputy, Budman. He took out a deck of cards and feigned spreading them out, while secretly sliding a card from his sleeve, seemingly ready to cheat. Before you could blink, "King of Kings" robot’s tentacle shot out like lightning, snatched Budman’s fake card, and its light-bulb head screamed, "Cheating! Cheating!"

Budman smacked the table and shouted, looking like a caught gambler, angry and ready to flip the table. The "King of Kings" faced the challenge head-on, with seven or eight hands at once, quickly suppressing him, eliciting cheers from the audience below. The short man in black saw Gongsun Ce in the audience and quickly hyped up: "Did everyone see that? This is the exceptional function of the ’King of Kings’ robot! Here, we would like to give special thanks to Mr. Gongsun who has silently contributed to all. The rich data he provided the project team greatly expanded the anti-cheating database, benefiting casinos worldwide!"

Gongsun Ce’s face was darker than the Wing of Death’s logo, while Mr. Gongsun was nodding at the robot repeatedly.

"Well done, Ah Ce," Mr. Gongsun said, "Ability reference, providing data, damn it!"

"Teacher Aidal, could you please step in?" Gongsun Ce whispered, "My family seems to have some misunderstanding. You, as an official, could you... explain a bit???"

Miss Alice’s smile stiffened for a moment, she obviously hadn’t expected those fools from Wing of Death to create such a "practical" thing. But professionals are professionals for a reason; their ability to improvise is top-notch. She uneasily lowered her gaze, showing a touch of perfectly measured guilt: "You both might be mistaken. Research projects need funding support, and to secure sufficient research funding we had to comply with the sponsors’ demand to first conduct some... practical project research."

Miss Alice played the role so sympathetically; she was the picture of a professional woman forced to explain the dark side of workplace culture, that even Mrs. Gongsun felt pity instantly: "Don’t worry, we know doing research has difficulties... but Ah Ce should have done more than just this, right?"

"Absolutely! The serious projects are behind!" Gongsun Ce deliberately raised his voice, and a cap-wearing figure in the crowd got the signal and jumped out, indicating him to move to the neighboring blue exhibition. "Mom, look here, this is really my main research focus!"

The blue exhibition was adorned with a large banner and red carpet, with a few guys in mascot costumes flamboyantly chatting to the audience below—a typical Mutual Assistance Association style. The cap-wearing person in charge of the explanation eagerly pointed to the center of the exhibition, a technically impressive black bodysuit, passionately introducing it to everyone: "Allow me to sincerely introduce the milestone of Cangdu bionics, the latest research outcome of our school, the biochemical·bionic·massage suit!"

The cap-wearer unzipped the middle of the bodysuit downward, stunning the crowd below with this high-tech product. Inside the suit, hundreds of gray tentacles wriggled slowly, each as deft as the tentacles of a jellyfish, at first glance resembling some biochemical monster opening its bloody maw ready to devour the audience. The cap-wearer brought a dummy for a live demonstration; as soon as the dummy sat down, it was engulfed entirely by the massage suit, accompanied by unsettling sounds as its internal tentacles squirmed: "Ah!" "Quack!" "Yikes!" and other horrifying cries.

"Does any friend want to come up and try it?" The cap-wearer beckoned to the crowd.

A large area around the blue exhibition immediately cleared out, with sheer terror showing on the faces of the audience.

The cap-wearer was unfazed, eloquent: "Everyone might have a certain resistance to high technology, but this biochemical·bionic·massage suit is completely safe! It can provide comprehensive muscle massage anytime and anywhere, correct postures and offers healing for knocks and falls—truly an excellent gear for home travel and outdoor exploration! Not only are the effects superb but it’s also very affordable, marking the first step for superpowers to exit high-end research and enter thousands of households. We particularly thank an unnamed superpower user for his selfless dedication. He taught and shared repeatedly, giving us the inspiration for the project..."

Gongsun Ce covered his face quietly, struggling to suppress his urge to wreck things again after months of effort. He believed the cap-wearer wasn’t lying; this thing was definitely affordable and high-tech enough... because it was basically a mass-produced biochemical tentacle monster Cecil created last month! The Mutual Assistance Association directly grabbed one and covered it with a layer of black rubber to fool everyone!

Mrs. Gongsun looked displeased: "Ah Ce, is this your main project? What exactly have you been doing with your telekinesis?"

Mr. Gongsun turned to find Teacher Aidal: "Teacher, this..."

"You’ve misunderstood!" Shiyu Ling jumped in to set the tone, "This is something we have to do to meet official targets... mission project! You know the authorities set targets for our research institutions, often assigning tasks with strong promotional nature."

"I understand, I get it," Mr. Gongsun was a bit skeptical, "But this... this massage suit... doesn’t seem to have very good promotional effects..."

"That’s the researchers’ quirky tastes. We have lots of eccentric researchers here; it has nothing to do with me!" Gongsun Ce reasoned adamantly, "The main event is here! This side! The last exhibition is my real main project task!"

"Uncle, aunt, I’ll take you to see it," Qin Qianbai stepped in at this moment, pulling the Gongsun couple forward. Shiyu Ling took the chance to turn his head and glare at Gongsun Ce: (I can’t believe you still have the guts to mention the last one! What if this one flops too?!)

Gongsun Ce’s expression turned fierce: (The last exhibition is handled by Light Core... I don’t believe Ed could mess it up too! If they screw this up, I’ll wreck their headquarters again the day after tomorrow!)

(Watch your expression, don’t let your parents see your thuggish face!) Shiyu Ling pinched his waist hard.