[Iron Scorpion has died]
[Authentic Supermarket and Clinic, a new shop at the southeast corner of the plaza... achieved victory]
Clear words appeared above the arena. Li Ang looked at the rapidly fading and disappearing Iron Scorpion below him, shook his head with a bit of boredom, flicked his hand, reverted the characteristics of his wooden palm back to a normal human hand shape, and then walked towards the audience seats.
Wang Congshan saw Li Ang's frowning, contemplative expression, and thought something was wrong with him. She asked nervously, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine."
Li Ang waved his hand, "I was just thinking about the physiological structure of the Iron Scorpion. That creature is very... interesting. Maybe it can lead to some particularly novel inventions."
"Eh?"
Wang Congshan squinted at Li Ang. Since childhood, she was accustomed to Li Ang's so-called "inventions."
