The next few days settled into a comfortable rhythm. Lin Fan’s routine was simple: every morning, he went to the junkyard to assemble firearms. He was paid in cash at the end of each session and, more importantly, was free to salvage spare parts for his rover project. He had already begun crafting its components, though he held off on the final assembly.
Old Man Garrus would occasionally hover nearby, watching Lin Fan work. He was clearly
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