Tiger-Face King took his men to check on the neighbors. If they needed help, they would lend a hand. If the neighbors were doing fine, they would pay them a visit. If the neighbors were not doing fine, then Tiger-Face King would become the master of the house—take what needed taking, carry off what needed carrying, kill whoever needed killing...
Yang Bo watched the string of Metal Control +8! messages and counted carefully. There were already nine of them.
Suddenly, his mecha sounded an alarm. Yang Bo looked down and saw a Silver Armor Rhino sticking half its head out of a cave at the bottom of the valley. It lowered its head and tossed it upward, sending a figure flying onto its horn. The person trembled all over atop the Silver Armor Rhino's head.
"Who did this Silver Armor Rhino run into? Could it be a Mutant that ambushed those advanced mechas?" Yang Bo had regained some of his clarity. The dozen-odd seconds just now had truly been terrifying. At the time, he had forgotten he was playing a game and felt as though he were genuinely fleeing for his life.
It was perfectly normal for Mutants to stay underground. The moment they flew into the air, they would be locked onto by the Orbital Cannon. Yang Bo had the most authority on that point.
He controlled his mecha and held the Energy Shield in front of himself to prevent the Silver Armor Rhino from launching a sneak attack. As he watched it, an idea formed in his mind.
"The game's officials want it captured alive. The other players aren't killing the Silver Armor Rhino because there's no profit in it."
"But I don't need profits. I've always been spending my own money to play this game. I'm satisfied