Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1267 - 2: Interested in Selling Arms?

"What have you decided?"

The chubby guy with a messy hairdo tugged at his collar, his chest wide open.

After the incident on the Capital Star, he matured at unimaginable speed.

The real world turned out to be far more complicated and difficult than he imagined.

The aristocratic world, full of schemes and plots, was too dark and blood-soaked.

"Damn it, no one better push me!"

White Hair wore a vicious expression on his face.

Those old bastards had long wanted to sideline his father. In the half month since the incident, the family had never given him any direct feedback.

"Divide the family!"

Yin Shuai stood up with ruthlessness in his eyes and stretched his collar.

"Those short-sighted fools, thinking only of their immediate losses. The Federation hasn't even pressured them yet, and they're already panicking."

After speaking, he looked at the chubby guy, "Mu Fan is too tough to die, if we're alive, he's alive too. He's definitely hiding somewhere, isn't he?"

The chubby guy nodded vigorously; he never believed Mu Fan would die.

Absolutely not!

He had seen the terror of that mecha clearly on Purple Jade Star!

Twelve Demon Gods, a mecha named for killing.

Damn, it turned out to be Mu Fan's ride. If that thing could die, he'd twist off his own head and kick it like a ball.

"No way."

"Can't die."

The other two silent men spoke simultaneously.

White Hair's grin grew wider as he looked at the three people and laughed heartily, "So is there any project with a greater return than investing in Mu Fan!"

"Make more money? Haha."

"Under those warship muzzles, what good is more money? Those crooked old bastards! Love scheming, don't they? I will oblige them!"

While speaking, Yin Shuai's Sky Communication rang again.

He glanced at the incoming caller list, a cold smile flashing across his face.

He answered and opened the speaker mode, tossing it onto the table; the four of them heard the voice coming from the other end of the Sky Communication.

An old voice, yet with an indisputable tone, ordered Yin Shuai to return to Beifeng Star, announcing plans to hold a family elder meeting to discuss the dismissal of the current family head.

As the voice rang, Yin Shuai only crossed his arms and sneered.

The caller seemed to realize that Yin Shuai hadn't replied.

"Are you listening!"

"Of course I'm listening. Isn't this just threatening me to leave the Yin Family?" White Hair lowered his head and rested his hands on the table, his tone flat, "Fine, then I'll leave. Take what's yours, the rest..."

"Even if I give it to you, you can't take it!"

The other end was stunned, then yelled in fury: "We're going to freeze all your funds! Then within three days, return to Beifeng Star immediately."

White Hair was also stunned but replied bluntly, "Screw off!"

Ignoring the raging person on the other end, he directly shut off the Sky Communication and switched to another signal frequency.

"Fourteen, move all resources to Hinchlo. Your families aren't on Beifeng Star anyway, it's irrelevant. From today on, we're going solo."

After issuing a string of instructions.

White Hair set down the Sky Communication, looked up at the chubby guy, his face showing a nonchalant smile, "I've got no home now, how thrilling."

The chubby guy felt as if a chill rose from his spine to his crown, Mu Fan, when crazy, was a ravenous wolf tearing everything apart.

And when this guy White Hair went crazy, he was a complete lunatic!

Still, this solo venture sounded... truly exciting.

"The Federation indeed has divided, but there are plenty of opportunities waiting for us; are you up for joining?" White Hair slowly scanned around.

The three chubby guys simultaneously cracked a grin.

"If we feared death, we'd have left ages ago."

Ring ring...

At this moment, the Sky Communications of the chubby guy, White Hair, Li Xiaoxi, and William rang simultaneously.

The same frequency, identical sounds mixed together, creating an eerie stereoscopic effect.

The four furrowed their brows and then glanced at their respective Sky Communications.

No number displayed?

"No idea..."

"Unknown."

Hmm?!

The four exchanged looks.

White Hair gestured to the three not to answer, and turned his Sky Communication to speaker mode again.

"Who?"

A rustling sound emerged, followed by a deep voice slowly breaking the silence.

"Me."

A simple word, yet it made four pairs of eyes widen simultaneously!

In the next instant, a wild joy filled their eyes.

...

Inside a bustling bar.

A young man sat in a corner, quietly caressing a wine glass.

His worn mercenary outfit made it easy to judge him as a young mercenary with a tight budget.

However, upon closer inspection, his demeanor and gaze were disarmingly calm, almost to a frightening extent, with his silver hair further accentuating his cold temperament.

In the lively bar, some dancers weaved among the patrons, their unintentional glances landing on the young man, revealing a trace of fervor in their eyes.

This is a very common unclaimed planet in the Outer Domain Galaxy; after the Federation's split, the border areas of the Outer Domain Galaxy suddenly became lively.

"I need your help now."

Small ancient relics often emerge beside some star bodies in the universe as they are formed by spatial chaotic flows.

However, truly large ancient relics appear in a new area in the starry skies every thirty years and notify all intelligent species in some mysterious way before opening.

Each opening of an ancient relic presents a completely new area.

Every time they open, the relics yield treasures that can make the entire star sky boil with excitement.

Such treasures include high-grade mecha, engines surpassing peak technology, or some extraordinarily powerful weapon...

Thus, in the mouths of mercenaries who lick blood from muzzles, ancient relics have long been mythologized as gateways to wealth and power.

They are also referred to as gifts from the Deities.

As for Mu Fan, after a full week of silence on Shadow Island...

He finally set foot outside in silence.

He notified no one and took another week to sort through the information Black collected.

In the past thirty years, the only large-scale relic was the one encountered by Shura upon his initial arrival in the universe.

What remained were some orally passed-on small relics, appearing about every three years, totaling nine occurrences.

However, upon summarizing, it is not hard to discover that in all of the relic sites, the Outer Domain Galaxy accounts for seven of these ten relics.

After being explored, each small relic turns into a mundane space fold jump point.

A month after each large relic opens, it vanishes.

Countless people tried to uncover the secrets and connections behind these fold jump points, hoping to find the trace of large relics. But countless people returned in vain, as they truly offered nothing new, merely carrying the title of relic fold jump point.

Now, Mu Fan stepped into the vicinity of the relic codenamed [Steel], as it was the closest, just 200,000 kilometers outside the planet's atmosphere three years ago.

This planet, originally nameless, turned into Ancient Steel Star in people's mouths due to the relic.

Of course, the relic has long since disappeared, and this name might change to something else in a few years.

And here, naturally, there will also be some information that outsiders have not managed to overhear.

"...I will spend three years to search..."

"Nuonuo is definitely waiting for me behind some relic."

"Right now, I need your help."

"Help me find every piece of information that might exist."

Mu Fan poured a glass of strong rum down his throat, letting the high alcohol content evaporate in his throat.

On the other end of the Sky Communication, White Hair's mouth curled more and more upward as he extended his tongue to lick his dry lips.

All the accumulated bitterness in his heart over these days vanished.

He looked at the other three pairs of determined eyes, his grin growing wider.

"Is this even a problem?"

"If there's one thing we have, it's plenty of time."

In the past, White Hair would have certainly changed it to say, 'If there's one thing bro has, it's plenty of money.'

However, the recent phone freeze of the Yin Consortium account directly cut off all cash flow for White Hair.

The Fowen family from Fatty's side, because of the turmoil in Loki Heavy Industry, was also on the brink like a candle in the wind, now a piece of fat that everyone wants to pounce on to take a bite.

Had they not been at Dingchuan Academy, the politicians on Blue Capital Star would have torn their masks off long ago.

"I know, which is why I need to formally seek your opinions on something: in today's world, one can't move an inch without funds or force." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"What is it?" White Hair furrowed his brow in thought. Mu Fan seemed much more mysterious and mature now, making White Hair start to worry about his brother's state, instead of the matter Mu Fan mentioned.

Fatty and the other two exchanged glances, their eyes filled with confusion, yet they smiled and shrugged at each other. They were now penniless; what could be more outrageous?

"Are you interested in selling military hardware?" Mu Fan asked calmly, looking at a man in a floral shirt holding a scantily-clad dancer as he walked toward him.

"What?"

White Hair's eyes widened, Fatty jumped right up from his seat, Li Xiaoxi stammered as he repeated William's words, while Big Fatty showed a bewildered expression.

Sell, sell military hardware?!