Making Trouble

Fortunately, Mo Yu was young. After taking a while to recover, his heart rate finally steadied.

He shouted unwillingly, "Liu Di, stop flattering yourself. You didn't build this mecha at all! It's European Nation technology, called the SEZM!"

But Little Liu was displeased.

"Hey, you. What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I personally designed this mecha!"

"And it isn't called the SEZM. SEZM is a pinyin abbreviation!"

"It means 'Shui'er Is the Most Beautiful'!"

After saying that, the little boy looked utterly smug.

Liu Di froze. This brat had used the mecha's name to curry favor?!

Shui'er

Is the most beautiful.

Mo Yu was stunned at first as well.

Then his eyes nearly popped out!

"Fine, Liu Di!"

"Not only did you send your son to insult me!"

"He even wrecked my mecha!"

"And now he wants to abduct my Shui'er, the Giant Son!"

"What exactly are you plotting?!"

"I'll fight you to the death! Aaaah!"

Mo Yu had suffered a devastating blow!

He had clearly thrown caution to the wind, sliding straight down along the edge of the meteorite crater as though riding down a slide.

He did not care how powerful Liu Di was. He was ready to risk his life!

The Mohist School, which possessed countless advanced technologies, had its current leader, the Giant Son, lose his mind and prepare to engage a New Human in hand-to-hand combat!

It could not be helped. The shock had been too much for him!

Liu Di stood calmly with his hands behind his back. "Mo Yu, since you came all this way, I'll give you some meteorite."

Mo Yu slammed on the brakes. His fist halted in midair as he stared blankly. "Really?"

Liu Di nodded. "We are both descended from China. Since you came here representing China's government, I