Bojabiri froze.
Orange Livery—wasn't that the color of signal flares? Or target drones.
Such a large patch of orange would be plainly visible to the naked eye even in space.
It was the first time he had seen this color.
Other than rescue mechs, practically no one would choose such a color as their primary combat color.
Yet at this very moment, right here, an outrageously flashy orange mech appeared.
And what the hell was that "giant cannon" on its shoulder? Its size was clearly disproportionate to the mech's frame.
"Let me see, this mech is..."
Bojabiri scratched his chin. For the first time, he doubted the extent of his knowledge. He immediately lowered his head to check the information panel on the light screen.
But just as he was about to look down, the outrageously flashy orange mech below suddenly turned around and planted the giant cannon in its hand on the ground.
Then it bent both arms upward with force, like a strongman flexing his muscles.
The scale-like armor on its back suddenly began unfolding in sequence. A shape instantly took form, followed by several black blocks filling it in.
In less than a second...
The five huge black characters and one symbol on the orange mech's back instantly drew the attention of everyone present!
Grandpa Arrogant, What Can You Do To Me.
Pfft!
A fat man in the stands who had been drinking a cold beverage sprayed out a mouthful of salt soda.
Inside the mech cockpit, White Hair was so excited that he was trembling slightly, crimson light gleaming in his eyes.
"Are you trembling?"
"Has the return of this long-buried ID stirred up your painful memories?"
"HAHAHAHA! I, Grandpa Arrogant, What Can You Do To Me, have returned!"
White Hair laughed wildly in the cockpit.