Old Zhou puffed away at his pipe. Seeing Owl, Sa, and Long Na all looking at him with pleading eyes, he could not help but sigh inwardly.
He really was too softhearted.
These young children were about to head to the battlefield, and it reminded him of many things from the past. Wars between humans were certainly terrifying, but also tragic, hateful, and shameful.
Yet the battlefield Owl and the others were heading to was one fought for humanity's survival, against alien races. It was far nobler than what they had done back then.
"Fine, I'll see this good deed through to the end. Remember to come back alive and cook me a hundred meals." Old Zhou set down his pipe and relented.
Knowing that Old Zhou had agreed, Owl immediately smiled and nodded. "Sure. Forget a hundred meals—even a thousand or ten thousand won't be a problem."
"You'd better keep your word." Old Zhou rolled his eyes at Owl and turned to fetch the equipment.
Although he supplied raw materials, he also supplied weapons. It was just that selling high-grade raw materials was the business that truly made money.
A moment later, he brought over a huge wooden box and set it on his table. He blew at the box, sending a great cloud of dust drifting away.
"Don't look at me like that. This is the good stuff I keep at the bottom of my chest."
Old Zhou looked up at Owl and the others. Seeing the doubt on their faces, he gave a mysterious smile.
He opened the wooden box. Inside lay sixteen strange pieces of silver metal, each hexagonal, each with a gemstone of a different color embedded in its center.
"There are twelve sets of Annihilator Series Nano-Assisted Armor: Phantom, Demon Light, Dragon Ascension, Mountain