The shouting failed to stop Lin Mo.
As yet another green transport truck loaded with equipment disappeared into the Portal, Thorin and Grom exchanged a glance and could no longer hold back.
The two strode up to Lin Mo, bristling with indignation.
"Lord Lin Mo!" Thorin grabbed Lin Mo's arm, his beard trembling.
"You said at the meeting that you would sell these weapons to us!"
"But what are you doing now? You're shipping them back!"
He sounded as though his own granary had been emptied.
"That's right! Lin!" The muscular Grom blocked Lin Mo's path like a small mountain, his face full of blunt accusation.
"You can't go back on your word!"
As they saw it, things they had been promised they could buy were now being shipped away right before their eyes.
How was that any different from taking money out of their private coffers?
Looking at these two "honest fellows," sweating with anxiety, Lin Mo fought back a smile.
He patted Thorin's arm, signaling for him to let go.
"Lord Thorin, Chief Grom, don't worry. Hear me out."
Lin Mo pointed toward the missile truck that had just been shipped away.
"That was our missile truck. All its missiles have been fired, so there's no use keeping it here. It needs to go back."
"Besides, they're very complicated. Training you would take a long time, and they require support from satellites and the like. They wouldn't be any use to you."
He pointed at some precision instruments being packed nearby.
"And these are our research equipment, medical units... you wouldn't have any use for these, either."
"What we promised to sell you was equipment you could quickly learn to operate after some basic training."
Lin Mo's explanation was well reasoned and supported.
Thorin and Grom listened in