The old man said, "Witch God, you put people down and 'get' a broken mecha to prevent this brother from trying. What is most lacking on Dead Island is a mech repairman, and if he can really repair mechs, then I must keep him. ”

The surrounding prisoners all nodded and said, "Yes, yes, with a professional mecha maintenance engineer, our chances of survival will be much improved, and such talents can't be let go in vain."

The public was furious, and the witch god had no choice but to remove the shackles from He Ruozhi's body. But in the blink of an eye, he came up with another poisonous plan, and whispered a few words to one of his subordinates, who nodded.

The witch god smiled, "Good boy, I don't embarrass you. Most of the mecha on our Death Island are very badly damaged, and it would be too much of a bully for a little guy of your age to repair it. Now I have a mecha here, as long as you can clean it within five hours and clean all the stains, we will let Boss Hai lead you to you, even if you are qualified. Boss Hai, do you think it's okay?"

The old man didn't know what the witch god was doing.

Mecha cleaning is a compulsory basic course for maintenance engineers, but it's not difficult to say, would the witch god have such a good heart?

But at this point, the old man had no choice but to nod.

In a short time, the mechs that needed to be cleaned were transported.

Everyone gasped.

Everyone, this mecha just participated in a mud wrestling competition?

The nine-meter-tall body was completely covered in mud, and it was impossible to see its original face at all, like a clay statue.

The black mud paddles emit a foul smell that makes people feel disgusting even when they look at it.

The witch god smiled and said: "It's this mecha, I'm sorry, this mecha accidentally fell into a mud pit when I was hunting the day before yesterday, who knew that the pit was full of rock dragon feces, and it turned out to be like this."

The feces of the rock dragon are very sticky and contain special chemicals that cause a foul smell.

Even the most advanced cleaning tools may not be able to completely remove these stains, and even after a complete cleaning, they will leave a faint odor.

Only then did the old man suddenly realize that the witch god was afraid that this young man was really a mecha repairman, so he adopted such a humble method. Even a real repairman can't do this heavily polluted mech cleaning job alone!

The poor boy is finished.

"How about boy, what tools do you want, just say it, we can provide it here, hahahaha!" The witch god was overjoyed, and he admired his wisdom.

He Ruozhi carefully took a large number of this foul-smelling sludge mecha, and nodded after about three minutes: "Ten cans of detergent, fifty brushes, five hours."

"Give it to him,,

A mountain of detergent, sponges, and brushes was piled up.

The prisoners let out a burst of laughter, they thought that this kid had some magical magic weapon, it turned out to be cleaned by the most primitive method!

Too simple, right? If brushes are useful, why invent so many high-tech cleaning tools?

Under the gaze of hundreds of people, He Ruozhi didn't even shake his eyelashes. With a calm expression, he 'plugged' a few brushes into his waist, picked up two more cans of detergent, carried a bucket, and rode the artificial lifting platform to the top of the silt mecha.

The witch god on the opposite side simply found a sofa and sat down, lit a cigar, and watched how this 'bastard' boy made a fool of himself.

He Ruozhi began to rinse the oil stains with a high-pressure water jet, but it was no surprise that it had no effect at all.

The laughter grew louder and louder.

After spraying nearly a can of detergent and then wiping it with a sponge, this time the foam came out a lot, but it just couldn't wipe off a little silt.

Hahahaha, the audience laughed very happily, such an honest silly boy is really rare.

He Ruozhi 'pulled' out a hard 'hair' brush, which was made of a kind of mane 'hair' called "hill 'flower' spotted wild boar on Tianning Star", which was similar to steel wire, but it was more flexible than steel wire, and it was quite a hand-picked cleaning tool.

"I'll pay 10,000 death coins to bet that this kid can't wipe off all the oil stains, does anyone bet with me?" A pot-bellied death row inmate shouted with a grin in the crowd.

Although the bet of 10,000 death coins is very 'tempting', no one is interested in betting with him at all, except for ......

"I only have a thousand." Kratos stepped up from behind the guy and put the money in his hand.

The fat death row prisoner hurriedly took the money and shouted, "Okay, okay!" 10,000 bets on 1,000, newcomer, I'm betting with you!"

The people next to him looked at him with jealousy, and they actually met a super fool one by one, so lucky!

He Ruozhi took a deep breath, glanced at the crowd of onlookers, and began to act.

His right hand suddenly vanished!

"It's raining?"

The prisoners shouted.

For they all heard a sound that seemed to be pouring down like a torrential rain:

Rustle rust

"Oh my God, look!" Someone shouted.

He Ruozhi on the silt mecha looked like a strange monster, his body was frozen like a bronze statue, but one of his right hands turned into a dazzling hundred rays.

"His hand is gone!"

"No, he has 10,000 hands!"

"No, his arm is a phantom!"

Just ten seconds later, a puff of white smoke came out of the place where He Ruozhi cleaned with the 'hair' brush. Obviously, the friction between the 'hair' brush and the mech has reached the limit of what can be burned!

He Ruozhi poured the detergent down.

"Sneer"

The white smoke with a strong fragrance cruined, and the detergent evaporated in an instant!

The whole stormy action lasted for two minutes, during which time not half a word was spoken at all, not even a gentle cough.

He Ruozhi suddenly stopped moving.

He watched in distress as the brush in his hand had a bristle as hard as a steel wire, and the 'hairs' had been completely worn bald, leaving only a bare handle.

The surface of the body he rubbed against no longer had a trace of silt, and it was as bright as new, like a mirror.

The crowd was in an uproar.

They had never seen such a miraculous skill, and with the super high vibration frequency of their wrists, they could completely clean the mud!

One by one, too exaggerated!

The fat prisoner swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at Kratos with some weakness, and stepped back silently.

Two prisoners blocked his way and signaled with their eyes:

"You're going to be out of luck!"

The witch god was almost so frightened that he was about to fall off the couch, too exaggerated!

"Could it be a super martial arts cultivator?"

"Boss, we've tested it with a detector, and this kid's muscle 'flesh' strength is the lowest, and it's a complete waste."

"Waste?*** How come we don't have this kind of waste? You're the rubbish!"

He Ruozhi changed a brush, admiring his craftsmanship lightly, and how the people around him reacted seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Just kidding, after taking care of the bone dragon Geralt for so many years, cleaning the mecha is really a piece of cake.

The rustle sounded again.

The whole process lasted for nearly an hour and a half, fifty brushes were used up forty, and a brand-new hunting mecha appeared majestically in front of people.

If everyone's mood is 'agitated', they will not be able to calm down. They witnessed a miracle today.

"Good ......," said one of the death row inmates, "this mech wasn't so bright when it first arrived!"

He took a deep breath: "The slightest smell is gone, it's really god!"

"I'm going to spend two and a half hours cleaning the oil stains in the mecha joints and crevices, please wait."

"No, no, you've already won!"

"I'm sorry." He Ruozhi said lightly, "I don't allow my work to be imperfect. ”

"That's great!"

Hearing this, the death row inmates exclaimed, "This is the real master!"

Under the angry eyes of everyone, the fat death row prisoner trembled and took out the death coin and handed it to Kratos in distress.

"Monster, what a monster......" muttered the fat death row prisoner.

He Ruozhi was completely undisturbed by the outside world, and exuded an inviolable temperament from him, making people automatically stand in a circle three meters away from him.

The people waited respectfully for more than two hours until He Ruozhi wiped the last bit of dirt off the hunting mecha.

He Ruozhi put down the fiftieth 'hair' brush.

Old Man Hai stepped forward excitedly and held He Ruozhi's hand tightly: "Good boy, I really didn't read it wrong, you really can!" Come with me now, and I'll put you in the most suitable place!"

The witch god stared blankly at what was happening in front of him, and fell into a state of madness.

"Boss ......"

"Ignore me, it's all an illusion, it's all an illusion, it doesn't scare me!"

"No, I mean to say Boss, you ate all the lit cigars......"