"I'd like to hear the details."
Mannheim's attitude was highly respectful. For some reason, in front of someone like Xiao Ran, he felt unable to put up much resistance. Even when Xiao Ran said that they would not obtain the Box of Laplace even if they came, they had not drawn their guns. It was an instinct born from surviving countless dangers: draw a gun, and die.
This was completely different from the usual situation. In the original course of events, Mannheim had drawn his gun on Cardias, but now he remained remarkably composed.
Xiao Ran asked, "Do you still have the ability to wage a direct war against the Federation?"
Mannheim fell silent for a moment, then shook his head. "Though I hate to admit it, we do not have the ability to fight the Federation head-on. But to the Federation, we are likewise an enemy they must take seriously."
Xiao Ran said, "Then if you can gain some support—if you can win recognition from the colonies in space and have them stand with you against the Federation—I can give this to you. And if you can make some noise afterward, like sparks before a prairie fire, exposing even more scandals between the Federation and the colonies, then I can provide you with additional armed support."
"New units and weapons will be delivered to you in batches. After all, even Anaheim does not dare sell things to you openly now, but I do. From now on, Anaheim will be entirely under my control. Whether it is Zeon, the Federation, or any other side, I will uphold my identity as the most perfect arms dealer and provide you with the latest weapons."
"And you are not having an easy time right now, are you? Your limitations are too great, and