Weakness and ignorance had never been obstacles to survival. Arrogance was.
It had to be said that, as the captain of the Foundation's Land-Based Level 5 Merchant Fleet, Sean was indeed a shrewd merchant.
He knew how to deal with people and possessed a steady temperament.
Even when facing an unfamiliar tribe whose strength might be far inferior to his own side's, he still showed them sufficient respect.
Of course, it was also possible that everything he was displaying now was merely Sugar-Coated Bullets.
Su Mo smiled and motioned for the warriors behind him to step forward and take the Plant New Liquid from the tray.
"Welcome, everyone. For the next little while, this will be your temporary camp."
"Thank you!"
Sean blinked, and the two stepped forward at the same time and clasped hands.
The cold Flexible Alloy collided with woven fabric.
Through the tactile feedback from his gloves, Sean couldn't help exclaiming in surprise:
"I couldn't tell at first, but your armor is quite comfortable. It feels really good to the touch."
"You flatter me. It's nothing compared to your big machines."
"Is there a way to purchase one? If you're willing, I'll offer a price that will absolutely satisfy you."
"A way to purchase one? I can only tell you where I bought it. Whether you can find the place will depend on whether you happen to run into it."
"All right."
The merchant's instincts had flared up. Their cooperation had only just been finalized, yet Sean had already begun calculating how to obtain the Sun Chasing Armor.
Compared with the bulky Raptor Power Armor, this close-fitting armor was clearly more suitable for someone like him, who wasn't a fighter.
Especially now, with the external environment so dangerous and the Foundation having issued an emergency assembly order