The Mecha just now must have run right over Wang Qianduo's car. Now it wasn't even a car anymore—maybe "metal pancake" was a better description!
This...
He didn't particularly like the Santana, but it was still a reward from a hidden quest, for crying out loud.
They'd turned it into a metal pancake just like that. Didn't they owe him an explanation?
As Wang Qianduo stared wordlessly at the car in front of him, four artificial Mechas descended from the sky and pinned down the rampaging Mecha.
Then its cockpit opened, and a pale young man was led out.
"Oh, it's him! Come with me, sir. I'll take you to claim compensation." His instructor clearly knew the young man, and seemed to have plenty of experience dealing with incidents like this.
"Who is he?" Wang Qianduo ventured to ask.
"Oh, he's our boss's son, a natural-born failure at piloting Mechas.
"He has a Mana Mech of his own, but for some reason he doesn't like it. In fact, he's really fond of artificial Mechas.
"But piloting an artificial Mecha is completely different from piloting a Mana Mech, and he truly has no talent for it.
"Still, he has no self-awareness at all and insists on learning to pilot artificial Mechas. This isn't the first time he's done something like this.
"But this is the first time it's been this serious. If this keeps up, I won't be able to hold onto my job. Who'd risk their life just to come to work?" the instructor said helplessly.
Wang Qianduo: "..."
So this was a spoiled brat!
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you caused today? You're lucky you didn't hurt anyone. If you had, both you and I would be behind bars!
"What do you want from me?