This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 704: The Enemy Refuses to Surrender and Even Wants to Play Big

Chapter 704: Chapter 704: The Enemy Refuses to Surrender and Even Wants to Play Big

In the pitch-dark broken house,

the walls were crawling with dampness and mold, as if even the air was contaminated. The dim candlelight illuminated only a small portion of the floor, most of the space filled with darkness.

The environment here was just like a rat hole.

The stench of rot and mold invaded his nostrils, and Rajesh, bound to a chair with hemp rope, slowly opened his eyes.

Memories from before he passed out flooded into his mind like a tide, and he instinctively struggled fiercely, but it only caused a squeaking noise without any effect.

He raised his head, squinted through the dim light, and barely made out the figure standing in front of him.

It was none other than the young man who had found him earlier, saying he was going to take him to see the boss of this street.

Now it seemed...

he had probably been sold out.

He only hoped now that his other two teammates were smart enough to carry the information about the residents near the Governor’s Mansion being bought out of here.

"How much did you sell me for?"

Ah Xin said calmly.

"Gifts don’t cost money."

"It seems the Alliance has given you plenty of benefits," Rajesh sneered at the calm young man, glancing around, "Where is this? Your place to handle corpses?"

Ah Xin said expressionlessly.

"My home."

Rajesh’s expression slightly faltered.

His first reaction was, can people live in this hellhole?

But soon, he narrowed his eyes, staring at the young man.

"You are a citizen of the Empire."

Ah Xin said calmly.

"Indeed, and one of the ’Rats’ you despise the most."

"No one looks down on you, it’s you who look down upon yourselves... isn’t it?"

Rajesh took a slight breath, glanced at the rope tying his arms, then turned to look at the young man, speaking slowly.

"Look at what you’ve done? While the brave members of the Wolf Tribe fight for the Empire’s interest, a little rat stabs them in the back. No one likes a group of sneaky, slimy rats; not because they are called rats, but because they are shameless, vile, and despicable, seeing only self-interest. They could even send their daughters and wives to be prostitutes, harboring not even a speck of righteousness in their hearts... If you were in their shoes, would you like such people?"

He expected the young man’s face to show an awkward shame, or at least a bit of it.

However, after hearing his words, Ah Xin just gave a cold smile, even mimicking his tone, saying slowly,

"Is that all you wanted to say?"

He had heard worse insults.

These indirect curses couldn’t even tickle him.

"It’s not too late to turn back now... Your intelligence should be used rightly. His Majesty would forgive your momentary confusion, and you wouldn’t want to carry sins and shame onto the wheel of reincarnation, would you?" In Rajesh’s eyes, there was still a glimmer of hope, wishing the young man could see the error of his ways.

Unfortunately.

He was ultimately hoping for the wrong thing.

"It’s too late, I’ve already figured out what beast I want to be in my next life."

His voice carried a hint of mockery as Ah Xin coldly dropped this statement, then turned to the man behind him clad in an exoskeleton, and respectfully said,

"Sir, it’s him... When we were dismantling the slum, he sneaked in with two others, trying to inquire about you. They thought they were careful, but those who eat meat and those gnawing rats don’t even breathe the same air. No matter how much mud and dirt they smear on their faces, we recognized them instantly."

By Some Mistake nodded with satisfaction.

"Good."

Finally seeing the exoskeleton clearly, Rajesh’s face instantly turned pale, his lips trembling slightly white.

He was indeed a stubborn man, as he stiffened his neck and coldly said,

"... I won’t say anything."

However, the "Iron Man," upon hearing this, just shrugged nonchalantly.

"It doesn’t matter. We didn’t expect to get anything out of you anyway; you are at best a scout, not an officer who plans strategies. But catching you was an unexpected joy. Our original expectation was merely that the locals wouldn’t interfere, we even assumed there would be a disadvantageous street fight with one-sided intelligence transparency, yet it turned out... they were so welcoming."

Saying this, By Some Mistake looked at Ah Xin, smiling and patting the young man on the shoulder.

"Well done, he is the man we were looking for; I am very pleased with this gift. Now, could you make him disappear? Keeping them alive isn’t in your best interests, is it?"

The previous conversation had already confirmed that they had captured the right person.

He had come to check just to prevent this guy from impressing him by capturing civilians and killing them as a soldier count.

Ah Xin nodded understandingly and respectfully.

"Leave it to me."

By Some Mistake nodded with satisfaction and got up to leave the room.

He was beginning to like this henchman.

As the decrepit door shut, blocking out a sliver of moonlight that peeked through the door gap, a trace of despair slowly formed on Rajesh’s face.

He looked at Ah Xin standing by the door, his Adam’s apple moving, and driven by the instinct to survive, he finally couldn’t help begging for mercy.

"Don’t kill me, can you spare my life..."

Feeling that wasn’t compelling enough, he swallowed and continued,

"I have five kids to feed, Jating is about your age, Talon is only seven, and then there’s Amy... for their sake, I beg you to spare my life, I won’t tell General Arai Yang about you, let’s pretend we never met."

He wasn’t actually afraid of dying.

But if he had to die, he’d rather die on the battlefield, not in some foul ditch, getting his throat bitten through by a disgusting rat.

Ah Xin just looked at him expressionlessly, then suddenly looked up at the ceiling that seemed like it could collapse at any minute.

"Do they also live in this hellhole like my siblings?"

Rajesh was stunned.

By the time he came to his senses, the young man had already turned and left the room...

At the shaky doorway of the dilapidated house, a dense crowd of people blocked the path strewn with broken bricks.

Led by Kunal of the Dog Tribe, this group of impoverished people stood in a row, respectfully watching Ah Xin follow the steps of the Iron Man out of the house.

Like they were watching a king.

Standing at the door, Ah Xin paused for a moment, first looked around at the barren ruins, then turned back to glance at the house draped in red cloth.

He had moved away from here days ago; even before the Grey Wolf Army arrived, he had already relocated his family to Tulip Street next to the harbor.

A Weylent civilian who had lost his shirt in a business deal was forced to give up the property he owned there, a three-story, fully furnished mansion that occupied two to three hundred square meters, and yet it was priced at only fifty double-headed cows or an equivalent in West Winds currency.

He was the only bidder and spent less than 2 million altogether.

Just over a week prior, it had been considered virtually impossible for a Rat Clan youth to buy that house with West Winds currency.

The houses near the Governor’s Mansion were mostly demolished, with even the debris hauled away on carts, leaving only his building standing all alone.

He had intended to wait until the other houses were demolished before tearing this one down, but now, somehow, he found the dilapidated structure unbearable to look at.

It was too ugly.

Even a dead dog fallen into a sewer would say this place was meant for disposing of bodies.

"Tear it down."

Hearing that indifferent voice, Kunal respectfully nodded.

"At your command!"

...

Since the Grey Wolf Army set out for Jinjaron Harbor, a full three days had passed.

In these three days, the soldiers of the Grey Wolf Army had truly felt what it meant to be warmly welcomed and supported by the populace.

The suburban residents of Jinjaron Harbor took only three days to dig all the defenses needed for these noble Wolf Tribe warriors.

And they didn’t take a single penny.

Endless deep trenches encircled the port, coiling around the settlement like giant pythons.

However—

Those survivors who had taken the money held it uneasily in their hands, fearing these imperial soldiers would emerge victorious.

If these dim-witted soldiers were to suffer a loss at the hands of the Alliance, they feared that they might seek retribution regarding the trenches when they regained their senses.

Moreover, for some reason, the price of beans had surged lately. What once cost five or six West Winds coins per half kilogram had now skyrocketed to seven or eight.

If prices continued to climb, buying beans would soon be more expensive than black bread, leaving the poorer among them to eat more dirt.

A suffocating atmosphere weighed down on everyone, except for the folk inside the settlement and the soldiers stationed outside.

The situation was greatly favorable, yet General Arai Yang, who commanded the front lines, couldn’t help but feel a flicker of unease.

His capable subordinate Rajesh had been missing for five days now, and the information within the city was a fog to him.

Although his men had captured some suburb survivors for questions, most had never been to the port in their lives, and many who hadn’t been there filled their accounts with nonsense.

Launching an attack without understanding the enemy was a major taboo, and he needed a clear idea of Lowell Camp’s troop deployments and firepower before deciding how many soldiers and what equipment to commit to the next battle.

Even though the Grey Wolf Army was the empire’s trump card, their logistics were not infinite. Regardless of their disdain for the enemy, they still had to proceed with caution.

In addition to the lack of intelligence, what troubled him more was that His Majesty had started to grow impatient...

On the third day at noon, a desert-colored off-road vehicle pulled up behind the lines.

A man in military uniform hopped out of the vehicle and strode directly into the camouflaged command post, where he found General Arai Yang in a meeting and rebuked him.

"General Arai Yang, what exactly are you and your men dawdling about!"

The council inside stopped their discussion.

Arai Yang, taken aback, looked towards the entrance, about to explode with rage but then recognizing the face as Prince Dilipu, quickly suppressed the anger that had flared up.

In the West Winds Empire, the title of prince was bestowed only on royals with blood ties to the royal family, a status far beyond what he, a Wolf Tribe general, could compare to.

Without a doubt, His Majesty had only one reason to send him here—

This guy came in the capacity of a Supervision Officer!

Suppressing the temper that surged up to his crown, Arai Yang took a deep breath and said,

"What... are you dithering for?"

"Three days! Your troops arrived here three days ago and haven’t fired a single shot! Are you planning to live here?" Prince Dilip stared at him aggressively.

Arai Yang explained with a headache.

"We need sufficient intelligence to formulate a battle plan. Lowell Camp has solid concrete fortifications, and there’s support from the Alliance’s artillery from behind. Sending soldiers rashly would just increase casualties without any meaning."

Upon hearing this, Prince Dilip began cursing loudly.

"Intelligence? The Port of Golden Gallon is imperial territory; do you not know the way, or are you unfamiliar with the people there? Just grab someone and ask them, can’t you?"

Arai Yang looked at the prince with a headache,

"If only it were that simple... Those survivors from the suburbs claim that the Alliance has monsters with three heads and six arms, and others say they can summon sea beasts. Do you think this information is of any referential value?"

Prince Dilip angrily said, "Then send a reconnaissance team to look around! Do I need to teach you how to do this?!"

"That would be sending them to their deaths! The Alliance people are watching close by the settlements, and I suspect they have bribed the entire settlement’s guards and some residents. The scouts I sent earlier have not returned any news."

Taking a pause, Arai Yang stared at him earnestly and continued,

"Listen, our enemy isn’t foolish; we can only defeat them with a well-thought-out plan... By the way, where are the people from the Army?"

He had heard that a few Weylent military officers had arrived in Tiandu, officers who had previously engaged the Alliance in Luo Xia Province.

If he could find those people, he would also have a more accurate understanding of the Alliance’s strength.

However, regrettably, the only person standing here was the last person he wanted to see.

Prince Dilip stared at him unblinkingly.

"His Majesty hopes you will resolve this issue with your own strength; there’s no need to trouble our allies over such a trivial matter."

Arai Yang’s mouth twitched.

Before he could speak, Prince Dilip narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him like an eagle sizing up its prey.

"General Arai Yang, are you scared?"

"Scared?" Arai Yang paused and looked at him laughingly, "Are you joking? What do I have to be afraid of?"

"Then why haven’t you launched an attack on the Alliance by now," Prince Dilip slightly raised his chin, "Let me be clear—His Majesty sent you here to watch you crush those pests stuck to our shoe soles. Yet, for three consecutive days, the messages sent to Tiandu were ’General Arai Yang and his Grey Wolves are digging trenches’; are you planning to dig a canal here?"

Arai Yang took a deep breath.

"I will plan the assault on Lowell Camp quickly... Give me one more day!"

Upon hearing this, Prince Dilip scoffed.

"Lowell Camp? His Majesty ordered you to plant the flag on the rooftop of the Governor’s Mansion! It seems you really haven’t read His Majesty’s telegram properly."

General Arai Yang stared at him dazedly, finally squeezing out a sentence after a long while.

"... Have you even looked at a map?"

Prince Dilip confidently said,

"Of course I have; that place is the Alliance’s defensive point in the Port of Golden Gallon. If you take it down, your subordinates could push forward to the port area, marching straight through until you throw them into the sea!"

Arai Yang couldn’t help but respond.

"That’s too idealistic! Even if we take that place, it only leads to premature street fighting near the harbor area without any significance. It would be better to take over Lowell Camp first and force them to retract their defense line step by step—"

"I think you are just scared," Prince Dilip squinted at him. "You’re shying away from a few grasshoppers. Since you’re afraid to attack the Governor’s Mansion, just hand over the command to me, and I’ll do it for you."

Arai Yang, holding back the anger in his chest, took a deep breath and said.

"I can give you a ten thousand troop—"

"That’s too many, five thousand will be enough."

Turning around and walking to the tent entrance, Prince Dilip stopped, turned his face slightly, and casually dropped a sentence, "Before nightfall, I want you to have the troops assembled, or I will have to legitimately doubt whether you are still fit for this task."

He wasn’t foolish.

If he were given a ten thousand troop, he would report to the Ten Thousand Leader, who would only relay orders down layer by layer, and these slippery heads had a thousand ways to evade his commands.

But having direct command over five thousand team squads was a different matter entirely.

He would be the Ten Thousand Leader himself!

How to fight was his call, no need to consult with anyone!

Seeing that "inscrutable" profile, Arai Yang, no matter how reluctantly, had no choice but to nod his head firmly.

"Yes!"

...

The next day, finally, there was new movement on the Empire’s position. A large troop accompanied by rolling dust crossed the newly-dug trenches, advancing toward the city area of Jin Galun Port.

Hiding nearby, By Some Mistake and his team had seen them coming and immediately reported the situation through their radio.

The twelve 155mm cannons stationed at JinJiaLun Port Harbor immediately adjusted their shooting elements, and their long barrels pointed towards the sky.

A warrior wearing an exoskeleton walked to the front of the position, turned on his helmet’s speaker, and bellowed.

"Brothers! The wild dogs lurking outside our settlement have finally crawled out of their holes! Beat the crap out of them and let them know what happens when you mess with the wrong guys!"

"Fire—!"

With that order, the linstocks were pulled in unison, sending orange-yellow tracers flying through the dust-filled air.

That breathtaking scene left countless sailors and merchants at the harbor in awe.

Before the onlookers could even recover, exoskeleton-clad humanoid loaders had completed loading the second round of shells in that still lingering dust.

"Fire!!"

Another round was fired.

Roaring cannons, like blowing bagpipes, delivered a rain of death on the enemy positions tens of kilometers away.

One could imagine.

What a scene it was on that distant battlefield...

Finally, the people at the harbor came to their senses, casting looks of awe toward the continually firing artillery position.

"...Is that the legendary 155?"

"Spirit of the Sand and Sea above!"

"I felt the earth tremble!"

"The Emperor of West Winds must be insane... Why did they provoke these plague gods?"

"They should just hurry up and pay some money to admit their fault," he said. "At this rate, not even ten Grey Wolf Armies would be enough to send."

The sailors standing on the deck were discussing animatedly, while some quick-thinking peddlers had already started contemplating going to the City of Dawn to place their orders.

Watching the Alliance’s gunners swaggering about, several Weylent people’s faces showed displeasure as they cursed.

"Damn it, we have more than just 100mm!"

"Those disgraceful expansionists even dare to represent us now!"

"A bunch of bumpkins!"

However, no matter how they argued, the unchanging borders of the Luo Xia Province countries were a fact, and they had even allowed someone to build a peculiar thing Called Bister Town right next to the Falcon Kingdom.

A large group of young men preferred to stay there sewing instead of going home, causing the entire Falcon Kingdom to suffer from a shortage of young men, with the streets filled with widows, barely any young fellows to be seen. It was only with the assistance from the Eastern Legion that they could barely keep the royal authority alive.

That battle had left the Falcon Kingdom gasping for breath for many years, and it was inexplicable why the West Winds Empire went all the way to Triumph City to show their deference.

The population of the Falcon Kingdom combined was not even as much as the Port of Golden Gallon, and they could still live decently with the help from the Eastern Legion. With the size of the Poluo Province, the Weylent people would be crazy to involve themselves with them.

Perhaps—

His Majesty really liked those big-nosed guys.

While the sailors at the harbor enjoyed the spectacle, the Grey Wolf Army’s vanguard troops located far away in the suburbs of the Port of Golden Gallon were in dire straits.

The rear artillery positions had launched a round of counter-battery fire, but without guidance for their firepower.

The first shot meant for adjustment veered off to who knows where, random firing without knowing if they hit the mark, instead drawing counter-battery fire from the Alliance, their six 100mm howitzers instantly reduced to twisted metal and the gunners suffered heavy casualties, the cries of agony filling the anti-cannon holes.

Prince Dilip, despite being bombarded fiercely, didn’t retreat but was instead stirred by the roaring fire to display further valor.

Seeing the billowing black smoke in the distance and soldiers cowering in the trenches, afraid to advance, he no longer pinned his hopes on the counter-battery fire, grabbing the walkie-talkie and screaming with every bit of strength.

"Push forward!"

"Are you going to stay there and serve as targets for the Alliance? There are shelters everywhere in the city! Move forward—!"

His hoarse voice even broke, showing how fervently he was commanding, but still it could not overpower the sound of the Alliance’s artillery.

A Thousand Leader crouched in the trench ignored him, eyes closed, counting the artillery strikes around him, simply pretending to be deafened by the explosions.

Even a pig knew that going out at that time meant getting blasted. Wasn’t it better to wait for the bombardment to end before moving forward? Why else would they dig these trenches?

But then again, those damned engineers had really dug the ditch deep enough... He couldn’t even peek his head out without effort.

Fortunately, Prince Dilip was only yelling from the back and didn’t dare rush to the front line to haul the soldiers out of the trenches.

After the bombardment ended, a group of people guided by the whistle signals left the trenches sparsely, pushing towards the direction of the urban area.

During this period, the Alliance’s artillery shells came sporadically, occasionally hitting soldiers who couldn’t find shelter in time.

However, these people were well-trained elites, nearly always diving to the ground at the sound of artillery, which for Prince Dilip, was a casualty rate within an acceptable range.

At that moment, General Arai Yang, standing at a farther distance watching the scene, felt his heart bleed.

Although not the elite of the Grey Wolf Army, they were still his soldiers, his compatriots.

"This imbecile!"

He cursed under his breath, fiercely setting down his binoculars.

Simultaneously, four players squatting in the suburbs of the Port of Golden Gallon, observing the continuous booming artillery, were exclaiming in thrill.

"Ha ha! Hit them hard!"

"Our artillery brothers are getting more and more accurate."

Looking at Yin Cha excitedly clenching his fists, his family member chuckled and said.

"Speaking of which, have you noticed that those coffins we sent them were kinda useful?"

He was more interested in those who survived than those unfortunate ones who were blown to bits.

Those soldiers who jumped into the trenches couldn’t even poke their heads out; when climbing out, they had to throw their guns up first, then push hard against the wall.

A group of people, under the roaring gunfire, advanced toward the city area in waves, embarrassingly. They dared not move too many at a time, but also couldn’t afford to send too few.

They were very clear.

Remote firepower was scary-looking but seldom deadly; as long as they weren’t too densely packed, moving forward in groups was feasible.

But if too few were sent into the city area, given the combat effectiveness the Alliance showed in the last battle, it would be no different from offering their heads on a platter.

After dropping hundreds of bodies, five ’thousand teams’ gradually pushed into the residential area, using the narrow streets and the houses on both sides as cover to advance.

Having completed a round of fire support, the gunners stopped shooting and began preparing for the next round of support.

Prince Dilip, seeing the Alliance’s gunfire stop, also pushed forward to the outskirts of Jinjaron Harbor’s city area like a force unstoppable, unable to contain his restless heart.

He tossed the phone to the soldier carrying the radio and, looking at the Chief of the Personal Body Guard holding a rifle next to him, excitedly shouted.

"Quick! Let’s follow up!"

The chief hesitated slightly, but didn’t dare to contradict his superior; he braced himself and led the people to clear the way.

Meanwhile, four players in the city were holding binoculars and eating melons, curiously watching where those Imperial soldiers were heading.

Just a few days ago, the big shots had analyzed a bunch on the official website, confidently asserting that General Arai Yang would definitely target the Lowell Camp as the main direction of attack, speaking as if they were experts.

But standing here watching for half the day, they hadn’t seen those people head towards Lowell Camp; instead, they were heading farther away.

"...Looks like they’re heading towards the Governor’s Mansion," the family member Brother turned back to look at Yin Cha and said with a cheeky grin, "Captain, your prediction failed!"

Clearly realizing this, Yin Cha still stubbornly stared for a long time.

It wasn’t until that group completely disappeared from sight that he put down his binoculars, his eyes wide open.

"Fuck... Are they insane?"

The family member chuckled and said.

"Good lord, looks like this demolition office director is going to make a breakthrough."

With a budget of one hundred million, spending only ninety million, he sprinkled a pile of cash and demolished the houses near the Governor’s Mansion, leaving almost six hundred meters of open ground without cover, and the ground full of immovable broken bricks—a single machine gun could pin them down completely. Without armor and artillery, they were truly using their heads to fight!

Half a year’s wasted time scratched his head, utterly baffled.

"That’s unscientific."

Ignoring such a crucial strategic target like Lowell Camp and directly attacking the Governor’s Mansion near the harbor.

What the fuck was their plan?

Nearly five ’thousand teams’—this couldn’t be considered a feint anymore.

Step Into the Sky was also bewildered and nodded.

"+1."

The family member urged.

"Stop fucking adding pluses, let’s hurry up and follow."

The Governor’s Mansion was effectively their position, and it was not a concern that something might happen to the friendly forces there, but rather a fear that if they arrived too late, there would be no soup left to drink.

Half a year’s wasted time glanced at By Some Mistake and pointed to the ground beneath them.

"This place?"

After thinking for a moment, By Some Mistake opened the VM screen and reported the situation here before turning to the three teammates.

"Let Brother Shabi and his team keep an eye on it... oh, and leave them the camera and one drone."

Meanwhile, far away at the Port Harbor of Jinjaron, Fang Chang and Old White also received news from the front line about the movements of the Grey Wolf Army.

Watching Fang Chang’s speechless expression, Old White joked with a smile.

"It seems that our opponents haven’t played by the rules this time."

Fang Chang made a helpless gesture.

"I actually hate dealing with these types of opponents; you can never analyze their next move using normal logic."

It was like he still couldn’t figure out who had given these guys the courage to start a war without declaration, naively thinking they could carry out their actions undetected, only to end up taking a beating and being sore losers, finally deciding to flip the table and gamble big.

Of course, this also played right into his hands.

If the Emperor of the Western Empire formally admitted the error through diplomatic channels to the Alliance, the Manager would likely allow negotiations on the basis of reparations and apologies, and in such a situation, the Burning Corps would have to stop at making their point and hastily conclude this self-defense counterattack, and would return to Potato Harbor with compensation.

After all, the telegram previously sent by the Manager had mentioned that they were to "avoid escalating military conflicts."

But now, the situation was completely different.

Since the opponent had escalated the tension, they no longer needed to hold back.

If that "Emperor" thought that the fiercest firepower the Burning Corps had was just a few 88mm mortars, then he was sorely mistaken.

Twelve 155mm howitzers had already been deployed at the harbor.

In addition, there were six gigantic King Crabs with a body height of four meters each, also making their landing along the dock at the Port of Golden Gallon.

The six sturdy legs supported thick curved steel shells, with two 20mm cannons each hanging above the two pincers, thick chains of bullets feeding into rotary ammunition racks on the flanks of the heavy armor, while the cockpit was located in the very center of the shell.

Standing at the harbor, they were like monstrous creatures baring their claws, their dark metallic exteriors emitting a chilling shine in the sunlight.

This brand-new weapon was coded "King Crab," officially known as the DWX-1 "King Crab" Amphibious All-Terrain Infantry Armor.

In terms of both form and mechanical structure, this device was fashioned from the same mold as the "Crab" Engineering Armor that had been recently provided to the submersible construction crew at Potato Harbor.

And indeed, it was so.

This so-called "King Crab" Infantry Armor was a military version designed based on the "Crab" Engineering Armor.

The driver needed to enter from the rear of the crab, driving in a motorcycle-riding position, and could switch freely between joystick control and neural-linked operations.

This equipment was designed for battlefield positioning in complex terrains, underwater operations, and beachhead landing combat environments, also tasked with armed transport duties in roadless conditions.

Originally, each pincer of the crab was equipped with a bomb gun outfitted with a grenade launcher. It was only because there were no targets at the Port of Golden Gallon that needed bomb guns that these were switched for the 20mm cannons.

Like the "Crab" Engineering Armor, this device could not yet be mass-produced; it had to have its core power components, transmission structures, and frames completed in the processing center on Floor B7 of Shelter No. 404 before being sent to the industrial area of Dawn City for secondary processing.

For this reason, the cost price of this device even exceeded the "subsidized" Rosy Powered Armor, reaching 2 million silver coins!

If it hadn’t been for the "robbing bank" haul, and if they weren’t preparing for the upcoming war with the Torch, they really wouldn’t have been willing to spend the money on this equipment.

Watching the six "King Crab" armors ready for action, Fang Chang couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile with ill intentions.

"Since they don’t want to negotiate with us..."

"Let’s help them test our new equipment then."

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