Su Ming stopped talking further.
"Okay!"
Sun Lu and the others responded one after another.
...
Three hours later.
Inside the hangar of Fatty Dun.
A lineup of Mechs transported up, clipped into the fixed, old-style parking spots.
Su Ming and the others stood in front of the Mechs, scanning the entire hangar.
The walls and metal frameworks surrounding the hangar were already corroded by the years, covered with rust.
The workstations and equipment around looked very old, their surfaces stained with grease.
"Damn, such a broken ship. Su Ming, are you sure it's okay?"
Zhang Yi and the others, bewilderedly looking at these dilapidated facilities, asked Su Ming.
"Don't worry, no problem!"
Su Ming replied, albeit with a hint of apprehension.
"That son of a gun took our twenty million and got us this ship; if we weren't in such a hurry, I'd want to give him a piece of my mind!"
Ankaga and a few others kept complaining.