"What have you decided?"
The chubby man with bedhead tugged at his collar, leaving his chest wide open.
What had happened on Capital Star had forced him to mature at an unimaginable speed.
It turned out that real society was far more difficult and complicated than he had imagined.
The nobles' world of schemes and intrigue was simply too dark and bloody.
"To hell with it, nobody better push me!"
White Hair's face was filled with viciousness.
Those old bastards had long wanted to strip his father of power. In the half month since this incident began, the family had never given him a straightforward response.
"Split from the family!"
Yin Shuai's eyes were filled with ruthlessness as he stood and yanked open his collar.
"Those short-sighted idiots don't know shit. They're already acting like this over a little immediate loss. The Federation hasn't even pressured them that much, and they're already crying like the world is ending."
After saying that, he looked at the chubby man. "That kid Mu Fan is too damn tough to die. Even if we all died, he wouldn't. He must be hiding somewhere, right?!"
The chubby man nodded fiercely. He had never believed that Mu Fan was dead.
Absolutely not!
He had seen the terror of that mecha clearly on Zicui Star!
The Twelve Demon Gods, a mecha named for slaughter.
Holy shit, it was actually Mu Fan's ride. If that could kill him, he would twist off his own head and use it as a ball.
"No."
"He won't die."
The other two silent men spoke at the same time.
The grin on White Hair's face widened as he looked at the three of them and burst into laughter. "So is there any investment more profitable than investing in Mu Fan?!"
"Make more