Wen Bai didn't know why, but seeing this scene reminded him of 575 lying on the ground yesterday, with a sharp blade held at his head, about to strike, yet still looking bewildered and making no move to retaliate.
Just now, Wen Bai had been filming a commercial with Gou Zhe. While introducing the robots, he had casually added some common knowledge about them.
They were incapable of attacking humans, no matter what humans did, even if it meant harming them.
This was because the fundamental purpose for which robots were designed was to serve humanity.
Every robot had a mandatory command that superseded all others, and this also served as the criterion for a robot's qualification.
They were forcibly programmed not to attack humans.
Wen Bai walked over, grabbed the back collar of the person closest to him from behind, and violently threw him to the ground.
Making space, he unleashed a sidekick with his left foot, and Wen Bai fiercely kicked the person who was kicking the robot.
The force of that kick was so great that it lifted the opponent off the ground for a moment.
Wen Bai was very satisfied with the physical stats of his body in this world.
"Does it hurt?" Wen Bai asked, his eyes cast down, his tone devoid of emotion, as if he were asking an irrelevant question.
The person who was kicked was stunned for a moment.
That kick had landed directly in his stomach, causing him such pain that he felt he could vomit stomach acid on the spot.
But he had to save face, with so many friends here. He suppressed the urge to vomit and adopted a posture of defiance to preserve his dignity.
"Damn it! You... what are you all still staring at, attack!"
The others swarmed forward...
A few minutes later, they were all lying on the ground.
Wen Bai looked at the people groaning, moaning, and crying out in pain on the ground. He then noticed that one of them was even wearing the uniform of this research center, with a name tag on his chest.
It was the man who had been kicking the most enthusiastically and who Wen Bai had kicked flying.
Wen Bai squatted down and snatched the name tag from the man's chest.
Wen Bai looked at the name tag. It read: Name, Chen San, Position, Assistant, Robotics Research Center Problematic Robot Handling Department.
Wen Bai said coldly, "Waiting for more beating?"
The people on the ground around them finally got up, all rushing to help Chen San, who had been kicked by Wen Bai.
Chen San, however, did not appreciate it. He kicked away the person trying to help him, appearing furious yet utterly helpless against Wen Bai.
Wen Bai turned and looked at the robot on the ground.
Under Wen Bai's gaze, the robot had already stood up. It leaned against the wall, still sporting a standard smile, and was now looking directly at Wen Bai.
Wen Bai said, "Wait."
The group of bruised and battered men stopped their hesitant movements. "Wh-what is it?"
"Take off your clothes."
Wen Bai casually pointed at one of the men, who happened to be the one being eagerly helped up by the others—Chen San.
"Wh-what?" Chen San's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Leave the clothes."
Chen San's face suddenly changed. "You are going too far, damn it! Do you know who I am!"
Wen Bai gave him a dismissive glance.
Chen San, very unceremoniously, softened his tone. "My... my clothes are dirty. You, you take them off!"
He pointed at his companion.
The man pointed at, trembling, took off his clothes and handed them to Wen Bai. Then, they both ran away without looking back, as if fearing Wen Bai would call them back.
Wen Bai casually threw the clothes into the robot's hands. "Put them on."
Then he turned and left.
Wen Bai did not see, behind him, the robot still staring in his direction with its deep blue eyes until he disappeared, then it tilted its head.
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Returning to the room where 575 was being repaired, the person in charge was indeed honestly waiting outside for Wen Bai to return.
"Mr. Wen, how was your stroll?" The person in charge eagerly greeted Wen Bai upon seeing him.
Wen Bai said nothing and threw him a name tag.
From the moment Wen Bai entered the room, 575's previously closed eyes instantly opened. It immediately locked onto its owner, its gaze following Wen Bai's movements.
The person in charge found it strange. Mr. Wen had seemed fine when he left, but why did he return with such a gloomy aura after his stroll?
The person in charge quickly took the item Wen Bai had thrown with both hands and glanced at the name tag. "This... this is?"
This was a troublemaker with connections!
Weren't they supposed to be rarely present, only working sporadically?
How could they have run into Mr. Wen so soon after arriving...
What had they done this time! The person in charge had a headache, a terrible headache!
Wen Bai ignored the troubled person in charge and walked over to 575 to check on the repair progress.
The repair was nearing completion. The chest had been restored to near perfection, with no visible signs of damage. Wen Bai reached out and touched the repaired skin.
He nodded inwardly. The texture was the same as the skin elsewhere, truly the work of the top talent at the research center, the technique was excellent.
Wen Bai then took 575's hand, which was no longer restrained, and examined it from both sides.
Yes, even the scratches on the back of the hand and fingertips had been carefully repaired. The work was meticulous.
As Wen Bai examined it, he suddenly asked the person in charge with a question, "At the Robotics Research Center, are researchers allowed to bully robots at will?"
Wen Bai used the word "bully."
The person in charge immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Seeing how protective Mr. Wen was of his robot, coupled with his tone, he had a gut feeling that things had escalated.
The person in charge guaranteed, "Mr. Wen, I will handle this matter with the utmost seriousness. Please rest assured."
Then, the person in charge waved his hand and summoned someone from the entrance.
In front of Wen Bai, the person in charge handed the employee ID to the subordinate. "This person, issue a formal notice and dismiss them immediately."
The subordinate looked at the employee ID in his hand and was clearly stunned, almost in disbelief. "Dismiss... him? Issue a formal notice?"
They were the most famous robotics research center in the country. Once a formal dismissal notice was issued, other related fields would never hire this person again. This person would essentially be blacklisted not just in the robotics field, but in the entire intelligent technology domain.
But... wasn't this the troublemaker with significant backing?
"Yes, immediately," the person in charge said stiffly.
He had to show his attitude in front of Mr. Wen. Otherwise, it wouldn't be Chen San who was blacklisted, but himself!
Seeing the subordinate walk away with the employee ID, the person in charge finally dropped his stern expression and asked cautiously, "Mr. Wen, is this handling satisfactory?"
Wen Bai let go of 575's hand. "There's more than one."
The person in charge's heart was screaming, these brats, what were they up to every day!
Those who could associate with this kind of spoiled rich kid were likely also spoiled rich kids. Well... so be it, they would deal with them all at once.
The person in charge guaranteed again, "Please rest assured, Mr. Wen. We will investigate immediately and provide you with a satisfactory response."