When disaster struck, I became a big shot surviving in the ocean. Chapter 297 - 216: Capturing the Three Islands, Hunting the

Now, that guy was toying with the new mber of Cross Star as if he were walking a dog.

Chen Qing really cherished it.

The other Chen Qing, because Laruo had sent a large number of chanical Creations to deal with Shuangwei and her group, found her own path to delve deeper into Laruo’s chanical manor without much hindrance.

Soon, Chen Qing arrived at the core chamber of Lalu Manor, which was probably where he kept the only human organs he had left.

The silver-white walls were seamless, and Chen Qing could find no way through.

But, it wasn’t a big problem.

A Class-A cannon called Tyrant appeared beside Chen Qing. Made entirely of Black Crystal of Apocalypse, it exuded a terrifyingly ruthless aura, with an oppressive air that hit anyone near it.

Standing next to the Tyrant, Chen Qing felt subtly overwheld by its presence.

This thing with one shot... was worth a fortune.

One thousand gold is one thousand gold, nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine gold is also one thousand gold, but it was definitely worth every penny.

Yet, spending that money still pained her heart; she had reasonable suspicions that Shang Jia couldn’t afford to maintain this machinery and simply handed it over to Chen Qing.

Just the monthly maintenance expenses were a hefty sum—after all, it was a Class-A chanical Creation.

For the Demon Dragon Pirate Group, it was sowhat of a white elephant since every mber of Demon Dragon was a humanoid weapon, with the forr (now) mber Zhao Fuli as an exception.

Shang Jia would clearly never let it fall into the hands of their enemies; losing it to Chen Qing, however, was considered a fitting destination.

Chen Qing would surely push it to its limits.

However, before Chen Qing even activated Tyrant, the seamless wall suddenly opened a large door on its own.

Chen Qing raised an eyebrow, sowhat surprised.

Laruo was not struggling at all?

She could not understand Laruo’s actions; if it were her, even knowing there was no chance of victory, she would still fight desperately to at least take a bite out of the opponent!

Laruo’s way of thinking was indeed incomprehensible to both normal and extraordinary people, but actually, it was also quite understandable.

For him, machinery was supre, more valuable than his own life!

He couldn’t stand to see his proudest creations damaged; a single shot from Tyrant would inevitably cause irreversible damage to the chanical manor.

Therefore, even if it ant paying with his life, Laruo chose to surrender.

He hoped that the work he was most proud of in his life could be preserved.

Chen Qing walked into the room and, to her surprise, saw that Laruo’s room wasn’t filled with chanical Creations; instead, it breathed the air of daily living.

The kitchen was filled with the fragrance of food; in a corner of the living room, vibrant plants grew; a vase of bright flowers sat on the table, and the carpet was scattered with chanical toys that many children played with.

The toys looked sowhat worn.

"Do we have a guest? Little Laruo, is this your friend?"

"Yes, Mom."

Laruo responded obediently.

"Dear, welco. You’re the first friend that little Laruo has brought ho."

The arrival of Chen Qing thrilled the chanical Creature on the couch, who welco her warmly, starting to get up to fetch Chen Qing so snacks.

Its voice was a very gentle feminine one.

Despite its cold chanical exterior, Chen Qing could feel a human warmth emanating from it.

"She is my mother, Agatha!"

Laruo proudly introduced Agatha to Chen Qing.

Although Agatha was just a machine, to Laruo, she was his mother.

From birth, Agatha had always been the one to take care of him, accompanying him as he grew up.

Laruo, a descendant of the notorious Delu Gu Family, was born deficient and was considered an ignominy or at least a neglected existence within the Delu Gu family.

If it wasn’t for Agatha’s care and protection, he would likely have been killed by his peers.

It was also for Agatha’s sake that Laruo revered and obsessed over machinery.

Though the Delu Gu Family had many eccentrics, they still had so compassion for their own blood relatives.

Laruo wasn’t likely to die.

Chen Qing wasn’t listening to Laruo’s ramblings about his tragic and dark childhood. Her eyes swept the room, searching for traces of Laruo.

Speaking of tragic childhoods, wasn’t Chen Qing’s own childhood woeful enough?

She had to compete with stray dogs for food.

What about those humans Laruo locked up underground, weren’t they miserable?

Many of them had never seen sunlight all their lives.

The world abounds with people more miserable than him; born into the Delu Gu family, he was already way ahead of too many others.

Others did not have Agatha’s protection.