The silent Great Lightning Owl stood where it was, like a statue, its oppressive presence weighing down the entire scene.
With Shadow Island's complete industrial chain spanning upstream and downstream, repairing the Great Lightning Owl was no problem at all.
As long as its core engine and energy furnace remained undamaged, in Mu Fan's hands, this mech was a perpetual machine that never tired, never felt pain, and feared no scars!
Lu Qingyu followed behind, her eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and all manner of complicated emotions.
Behind them, ten thousand people wore ten thousand different expressions. Countless emotions churned within them, and all they could feel was that Greymark Star was about to change forever.
Karl and the other intelligence brokers who had just discussed business with Mu Fan followed his retreating figure in a daze...
Then they lowered their heads to look at the metal cards Mu Fan had given them earlier.
Blackflame Weapon Company!
"This guy is clearly... a prehistoric Giant Dragon..."
Their gazes grew hotter and hotter!
Kui Wen, the Dark Rage Bear, was dead. The overlord behind him would only turn its attention toward this man.
The entire Blood Fang Group was gone. There was not even anyone left to avenge them...
For a warrior of this caliber, just how exceptional would the weapons made by his company be!?
If capital had a fifty percent profit, capitalists would take risks; for a hundred percent profit, they would dare trample all human laws underfoot; with a three hundred percent profit, they would dare commit any crime in the age of the galaxy!
And now, the profits...
The hands gripping those black cards turned pale, while the light in their eyes burned almost as fiercely as the sun.
Arms dealing—pure, absolute profiteering!
Ye Mei quietly admired Mu