Boss Ya's words were clearly probing for their true identities. Basak and Luo might not have been as devious as Xiao Ran, but that did not mean they were idiots who could not understand the implication behind her words. Still, neither Basak nor Luo felt there was any need to hide their identities.
Especially if revealing who they were could earn the other party's trust.
However, Basak did not foolishly reveal his identity outright. Instead, he asked, "Then, Boss Ya, can I assume you have a way to obtain what we need? Otherwise, even if we told you where we came from or what we planned to use for payment, it would be pointless, wouldn't it?"
Boss Ya glanced at Basak, smiled faintly, and lifted her chin slightly. Though she still appeared gentle and courteous, an unconscious confidence showed through. "It may be difficult, but if the price is right, my little shop can find what you gentlemen need."
Basak clapped his hands and chuckled. "In that case, there's nothing to hide. We're from the Satellite Union, and we're Freedom Gundam Fighters participating in this Mobile Fighter Tournament. I'm Basak, and this is Luo, my logistics chief."
"You can rest assured about the payment as well. It definitely won't be currency from any nation. It'll all be hard currency—gold. We'll definitely satisfy you."
"Gundam Fighters in the Mobile Fighter Tournament... freelancers?" Boss Ya's expression finally changed slightly. She gave Basak a long look, then nodded. "That is indeed an identity worthy of trust. If the transaction is truly conducted in gold, then I can first confirm that this deal will proceed. If necessary, I can even sell you a fully intact MS directly."
Boss Ya did not question Basak's identity, nor did she continue digging into it. A Gundam Fighter,