Optimus Prime's Train of Thought

"That... Chinese man... didn't seem... simple."

Bumblebee said this because he had witnessed the advanced technology in Sam's phone earlier. Chen Mu had clearly left a deep impression on him, so he said this to Optimus Prime.

"Not simple?"

But Optimus Prime clearly did not take Bumblebee's words to heart. As the leader of Cybertron's Autobots, he was immensely powerful and had never regarded Earth's humans, this backward race, as worth his attention.

In any case, the confident Optimus Prime had Sam send Chen Mu an invitation to meet, without any concern whatsoever.

After receiving Sam's invitation, Chen Mu headed out to the suburbs.

"So, did you find what I wanted?"

Although Chen Mu had long known everything, he still pretended to know nothing as he arrived at the place he had arranged to meet Sam.

In this deserted stretch of suburbia, there was only Sam and several other cars...

"Oh, you changed cars? I remember you used to drive a piece of junk."

Chen Mu slowly walked up to Sam, glanced at Bumblebee behind him, and asked with a teasing smile.

Bumblebee was very displeased by that, but he did not say anything.

The Autobots' greatest rule was that they could not kill innocent humans. Every Autobot had to abide by it.

That was the so-called burden of being a hero. Yet in truth, there were certainly quite a few people who had died indirectly because of them.

In Chen Mu's eyes, the beliefs these so-called heroes clung to so firmly had always been a joke—nothing more than self-deception.

"Mr. Chen Mu, um, I brought what you wanted."

Sam looked extremely embarrassed. Somewhat awkwardly, he took out his backpack and handed it to Chen Mu. Even now, he still held onto the fantasy that perhaps Chen Mu was not