He couldn't exactly say that he had only learned about this last year, could he?
And Chu Zihang, the only one in the whole room who had not spoken, quietly leaned against the metal wall beside the bridge's viewing window, his golden pupils unreadable.
Mo Wang coughed lightly a few times, successfully dragging everyone's attention back from shock, doubt, and contemplation.
He clapped his hands. "All right, everyone, listen up! We're about to reach the Imperial Capital. Before we go in, remember to pick up your gear." He paused, the corner of his mouth curving into what Lu Mingfei thought was a slightly too "brilliant" smile. "Once we go in, we're going to start killing our way through."
Those four words, "killing our way through," came out in a light, cheerful tone, yet Finger instinctively shrank his neck, Nono raised an eyebrow, and Caesar's brow furrowed again.
But the word "gear" was undoubtedly even more impactful.
Hearing that Mo Wang was going to hand out weapons too, the people present stared at him blankly, their eyes filled with a complicated mixture of "are you kidding me?" and "you can do that?"
Lu Mingfei was actually the first to react this time. "Weapons? What kind of weapons? Laser guns that go 'pew pew pew'?" He even mimed holding a gun and firing.
Mo Wang looked at Lu Mingfei's hopeless expression and gave a disgusted "tsk." "Look at how little ambition you have. Laser guns? Aren't those just the most basic standard issue? Come on! I'll broaden your horizons and show you the real treasures!"
With that, he turned and led the way, motioning for everyone to follow.
The passages inside the Hyperion were wide and spotless. An automatic door slid open silently, revealing a weapon warehouse even larger than a basketball