Wei Chang'an stared at Scarface, his gaze turning extremely wary.
He knew Scarface had an Implant; it was noted in his file. However, he had assumed it was a civilian model. While it could outperform a normal limb to some extent, its utility was still limited. For Fighters like them, trained through official channels, such an advantage wasn't particularly significant.
But military-grade was a completely different story.
Military Implants were designed to counter firearms on the battlefield. Against some of the more advanced models, ordinary weapons were practically useless.
'But these types of Implants usually require a medical team and large quantities of drugs to maintain. It's not a simple matter of just getting one installed. How did Scarface manage all this on his own?'
'Even with Moustache Chou's medicine, he couldn't keep it up for long.'
But dwelling on that now was pointless. He had to figure out how to deal with the current situation.
