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"What? You're saying the big shots got us what? Twenty suits of power armor!?"

As evening approached, Meow Brother had just returned from gorging himself on the delicacies of Ptolemy's "food street," his belly full and his teeth still being leisurely picked, when he got the latest news from Bang.

The Red Knight's first reaction was to draw his weapon and look around warily.

"So the big shots actually robbed the people of Sangha, right? The Pharaoh's guards are about to come rushing out and beat us up? Ha, I knew it! What the hell is this birthday celebration, what the hell is this banquet? How could anything involving Lord Murphy possibly go smoothly and pleasantly?

"The big shots may have acted recklessly, but for a payoff of twenty suits of power armor, we're in!

"Should we rally the brothers and escort the big shots out of here?

"No problem!

"I'll call everyone over right now."

"Your wonderfully bizarre thought process makes it hard to tell whether you're deliberately putting on a show for the laughs."

Bang pursed his lips and explained the whole story. Then he sighed and said,

"We fought like hell through the Black Calamity, and only managed to get our hands on one busted suit of power armor thanks to Lord Murphy's incredible performance. We even have to repair it ourselves before we can use it. Meanwhile, the big shots came over, casually held a technology-sharing seminar, and talked their way into getting the people of Sangha to hand over twenty suits of top-tier power armor.

"Mystery solved!

"Mechanics really are the answer to everything.

"And the reason I'm telling you is that Old Qin just contacted me. He wants to choose pilots for the power armor as soon as possible."

"Ha! What's there to choose?"