(One more chapter later, probably around 1:15.)
"Sure enough, Ke Qilian should have died back then... Such blatant abuse of power, and now you're still waving the banner of righteousness. Who do you think you are?"
"And what makes you think you can stop me?"
"It's good for young people to be brave, but you'd better think carefully about your own worth..."
Paper Windmill looked at the golden giant twice its height. Yet its pilot's tone was anything but polite, instead carrying extreme disdain as he berated him.
Because ten years ago, he had been one of the operation members involved in Ke Qilian's arrest.
Back then, Ke Qingshan had been nothing more than a little brat.
Now? What could he possibly do now?
Was he, Nathaniel, the Federation's ace pilot and pilot of Paper Windmill, one of the Twelve Demon Gods, supposed to fear a mere brat like this?
Just listen to what Ke Qingshan had said earlier...
It was utterly laughable.
The metal face of Divine Armament, as humanlike as a real face, stared at Paper Windmill without expression. Its lips merely moved slightly as a calm voice emerged.
"Nathaniel, do you know why I specifically came for you?"
Nathaniel's eyes instantly narrowed.
That brat Gu Yunyou was far more cunning than his father. He could not fathom the hidden barb in those words.
"Nineteen years ago, my father brought you back to Capital Star from the frontier."
"Nine years later, you sent him to the execution ground."
"So today..."
"My revenge will begin with you." Inside the cockpit, Gu Yunyou, his entire body golden as though a god had descended upon him, showed neither grief nor joy in his eyes.
"Tsk, tsk. There really are so many people who overestimate themselves."
When Nathaniel heard Gu Yunyou mention