The Golden Cold Sword Insignia

Gunter Bell was not stupid. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the young man in front of him knew everything he had done.

Was this a f*cking human or a ghost?!

He was omniscient!

Gunter smiled bitterly. "Professor Neal, please forgive me. It's not uncommon to do a background check on someone."

"You don't have to explain anything about my background check. If you want to know more about me in the future, you can ask me in person. You don't have to ask your friend Joel Zelinski to collect all the information!"

Braydon Neal's hand-drawing speed was extremely fast. All the precise parts were exactly the same, and they were made according to the actual proportion.

There was a total of 967 drawings and not a single screw drawing.

In other words, this anti-gravity machine did not need things like screws.

Gunter was a little embarrassed. He did not dare to investigate further about Braydon.