Sun Hang had yet to receive a response from Cheng Ming when the dust-covered White Tiger mecha arrived first.
Unlike its nearly brand-new appearance when it had just left the hangar, White Tiger's outer armor was now coated in a thick layer of dust, with numerous scorched marks on its surface. A mechanical arm on its back, used to load ammunition into its weapons, hung limply at the side of the chassis, knocking against the shoulder armor with every sway.
"You look pretty miserable," Sun Hang said, shading his eyes with a hand as he looked up at White Tiger.
"Not too bad. I encountered a small Death Sandstorm and two Type C Anomalies on the way," Nagano Souya's voice sounded in Sun Hang's earpiece. "The chassis itself wasn't damaged. Most of its combat capability remains intact."
"You didn't actually need to come," Sun Hang said. "You should know that I issued this bounty to select hunters for an even more difficult mission."
"I know," Nagano Souya said. "But from the moment I stepped into this cockpit, my life began counting down... Even if I chose to turn back to Yumen, I only have a few days left."
Sun Hang asked, "Are you really that obsessed with this?"
"This isn't just my father's obsession. It was also my mother's final wish." Nagano Souya sighed. "You know, I feel wonderful right now... At first, when I learned that all of it had merely been my father's hallucination, I felt somewhat lost. But what followed was an immense sense of relief."
Sun Hang suddenly felt that Nagano Souya's life was a little tragic.
But the next second, he rejected that thought.
Everyone had their own way of living. He had no right to define someone else's life.
"What do you plan to