White Hair slammed his cup down on the table, rose to his feet, and charged toward the entrance of the hall.
Four black heavy transport ships hovered silently within the Space Port. Their thick hulls were coated in pitch-black paint, with the words Blackflame clearly printed along their sides.
"Heavy transport ships... They just brought them straight over..."
"I..."
The fat man opened and closed his mouth, unable to say a single word for a long while.
This was what a grand gesture looked like!
After finishing the negotiations, Mu Fan had directly told them the goods were outside. Thousands of tons of weapons were sitting beyond the Space Station. A hundred words could not compare to the shock of what stood before them. Who knew just how deep Mu Fan's reserves ran?
And besides, how had Mu Fan passed the Autonomous Army's inspection?
"The advanced Night Series for cold weapons has not been installed yet. These samples do not have it, and it will take some time to replenish," Mu Fan explained responsibly, but the others clearly could no longer take in anything he said.
"No need, this is enough. My heart is getting a little too lively. Let me calm it down." The fat man clutched his chest, his throat feeling dry.
After some time, he would tell his father directly, "I'm selling weapons." He had no idea what expression his father would make, but just thinking about it made him excited enough to go crazy.
"Those intelligent guards were already designed with combat modules. They are not for sale, so their level is relatively high. If they must be classified, they can be placed in the black top-tier shipborne series. Therefore, I do not recommend private modifications." This was clearly directed at White Hair.
But seeing the