"Trust me, Mr. Son Gohan. It's definitely what you need most right now."
Milai's words carried intense confidence, as if he were certain Son Gohan would never reject his recommendation.
Son Gohan stared at Milai. Only after a long while did he ask, "Then how can you guarantee that thing you mentioned will be useful to me?"
Milai just grinned. "If you don't try it, how will you know it's useless?"
This Milai had clearly seized on Son Gohan's urgent desire to become stronger. Every word he said, spoken or implied, was full of confidence.
But Son Gohan suddenly shook his head and said, "Sorry, Mr. Milai. I'm not interested in that thing you're talking about. Find someone else."
Son Gohan had never believed in machines like that. He only believed in improving his strength through his own training or through battle.
Hearing this, Milai's smile instantly froze on his face. But he quickly recovered and advised, "Mr. Son Gohan, you should think this through. If you don't use my Potential Unleasher, it will be very difficult for you to gain the strength to participate in the Duke Promotion Battle within half a year."
Son Gohan was unhappy when he heard that. Though the other party knew nothing about his training methods or the speed at which his strength improved, he said in a very displeased tone, "Are you sure that if I don't use your machine, I won't be able to improve to the level I want?"
"No, no, no!"
Milai hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Mr. Son Gohan, you've misunderstood me. I meant that if you use the machine I'm recommending, your chances of winning the promotion battle will be even greater and more secure!"
"Hmph, you're pretty good with words. But what if I still don't