The mecha brigade had a division-level organization. Within Eastsea City's hierarchy, its standing was only half a rank below the chief administrator's, yet neither was directly subordinate to the other.
Upon hearing that the towering, powerfully built man before him truly was Guang Biao, Long Hengxu's expression changed at once.
Never mind him—even if Eastsea City's chief administrator stood here in person, he might not be able to order this man around.
"I'm not a mecha brigade captain right now." Guang Biao's voice was low, his gaze chilling. "I'm just an elder brother whose younger brother was badly injured. Hand over whoever hit him."
Long Hengxu drew a deep breath, his tone noticeably softening.
"Captain Guang Biao, I believe there must be some misunderstanding. Those in your photograph are clearly just three children. Could your younger brother really have been beaten this badly by them? Everything has its causes and consequences. Why don't we calm down and investigate before taking things any further?"
Though his words remained composed, his heart had already sunk.
He knew all too well that he could not afford to offend the man before him.
What did commanding a mecha brigade mean?
It meant that the burly men standing behind Guang Biao were far more than street thugs. Ordinary people could become mecha pilots, of course, but they were ultimately a minority. Most mecha pilots were soul masters themselves. Even if their soul power levels were not particularly high, their command of soul tools and understanding of the rhythm of combat were beyond anything ordinary people could match.
Besides, these men were not the only thing that made Guang Biao truly frightening.
He could mobilize his mecha forces at any moment.
Long Hengxu had heard plenty about Guang Biao.
Born into an ordinary family and orphaned