The Only Answer

"Landu Universal Media!" A short man with a gleam in his eyes shouted loudly, not caring that everyone's Li Du was on him.

There was a great deal of discussion around, because this name was quite well-known among other people in the industry.

Landu Huanyu is a newspaper under the Landu Military Group, holding a prestigious position and possessing substantial financial resources.

The kid on stage has suddenly been targeted by a reporter from this media outlet. Without even thinking about it, they can create a big news story even if there isn't one.

Hundreds of colleagues stared intently, like cats that had smelled fish.

The camera in my hand is already pointed here.

"Mu Fan, the Tang family is the behind-the-scenes controlling shareholder of this newspaper," Hei said calmly in Mu Fan's ear.

Hearing this, Mu Fan stared at the short man who seemed to have successfully attracted everyone's attention, and took a small step forward.

This posture was undoubtedly somewhat oppressive, and it also shielded Wang Nuonuo behind him, which meant that Mu Fan was giving Nuonuo a silent hint and protection.

"So, which one do you prefer?" the boy asked naturally, tilting his head.

Hmm, this is interesting!

People's eyes lit up. The kid's tone seemed completely unaffected. Was he about to retaliate?

"Which one do I favor? Of course, it's the representative of heroes from our Landu Star! Landu Military Group is probably the best-performing company in the Fourth Star Region this year."

Upon seeing Mu Fan's reply, the short man became extremely excited. He pointed behind him and shouted, "Fellow industry professionals should pay attention to the Landu Military Group. It's a company with rich experience and a positive attitude. In this kind of competition, both attitude and strength are indispensable. Forgive me for not seeing the performance expected of a contestant in you before."

A burst of laughter erupted around them. The little dwarf was right; he dragged a mecha over here. Was he here to play?

Hahaha~~

Naden, who hadn't yet left the mechanic station, watched this scene with great interest. As a seasoned ace pilot, he had seen far too many things.

In his view, a pilot's psychological qualities are far more important than his overall abilities, and he was very curious about how the boy who had signed up would respond to such questions.

Upon hearing the words "Landu Military Arms," Mu Fan's eyes suddenly turned unusually cold, but he did not speak immediately.

Instead, he waited for the short reporter to finish laughing, as if watching a clown, before casually saying, "You think highly of Landu Military Group, right? In your eyes, it should be a role model for the contestants, right?"

"Of course I have high hopes for Landu Military Group, but there are many things to learn from here, so I wouldn't dare say. Of course, I think you're definitely not someone we can learn from." The short reporter glanced at Mu Fan; avoiding verbal traps had become an instinct in his line of work.

He wouldn't be foolish enough to make enemies for his employer.

This kid on the other side is clearly inexperienced. He's using such a good target to do free publicity, which is an effect that tens of millions of GG fees usually can't achieve!

Once the competition starts, the media won't have such power anymore. They can take the opportunity to sabotage the other side, and then the editors can creatively call their own team GG.

I was incredibly clever.

Unexpectedly, Mu Fan suddenly uttered a sentence, a sentence that shocked the world.

"What if I were to phase out Landu Military Arms?"

What!

What is this kid saying?

What a joke!

The three slots allocated to the Landu Military Group also include three high-level mechs whose models have never been revealed.

You eliminated someone just by saying so? And you actually managed to generate buzz about it.

"Hahaha, you really don't know your place. If you can do it, then I, Langbu Er, will resign immediately! If you can't, I feel like you're just here for publicity. Then you should publicly apologize to all the viewers." The short reporter, Langbu Er, looked at Mu Fan with a malicious smile, waiting for Mu Fan to fall into his trap.

Mu Fan looked at him with a strange gaze, as if he were an idiot, which eventually made the people around him burst out laughing, and Langbu Er looked a little embarrassed and annoyed.

Mu Fan finally spoke, his eyes filled with nonchalance as he casually walked downstairs. "I have no interest in betting with you. Since you asked, I can just say it directly."

"I don't care about others, but if it's the Landu Military Group that fights me..."

The boy paused for a moment. He could feel the hands tightly hugging his right arm; they belonged to Wang Nuonuo, who had been left destitute overnight.

Whenever he thought of this, Mu Fan's eyes turned unusually cold.

In life, one should know what to do and what not to do.

A moment later, the boy's calm voice, though not loud, clearly reached the ears of every media person.

"I promise only one will come down..."

The indifference and casualness in his language sent chills down the spines of every listener.

What does that mean?

Once a match begins, only one player can leave the field.

The second half of the sentence is obvious even to someone with a brain: it's either you die or I die!

This is a fight to the death!

What grudge does this young man have against the Landu Military Group? Even the most foolish person wouldn't openly say such things in this kind of situation.

Upon hearing this, Gao Lingze, who was standing on the sidelines, turned grim. "Naxiu, for the first time, I feel that you were too lenient with him before. This kid is really ungrateful."

Tang Nashiu smirked. "No need to get angry. If we really run into each other, killing him on the field would be the most wonderful thing."

At this moment, Tang Nashiu looked at Mu Fan, who was slowly moving, with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man.

"Let's go, let's prepare a gift for our little one, hehe."

The serpentine figure gradually disappeared from the outside.

No one noticed that several people standing on the periphery were actually the true controlling shareholders of the Landu Military Group.

"Sir, may I interpret this as a declaration of war directed at the other side?"

"Hello, aren't you afraid of retaliation for openly provoking the other party?"

"Gentlemen..."

Mu Fan walked forward as if he hadn't seen anything, and the soldiers automatically parted to make way for him.

He was leading Wang Nuonuo toward the heavy truck, which contained all his belongings for the Mecha Martial Arts Competition.

Reporters swarmed around him like lapdogs, trying to sniff out any useful information from him.

Mu Fan opened the driver's door and helped Wang Nuonuo into the cockpit.

He then turned around, glanced at the reporters who were relentlessly following behind him, and stepped onto the foot ladder of the cockpit. His calm voice rang out. "Doing one thing is more useful than saying a hundred nonsense words. That's not a declaration; I'm just stating a fact."

Mu Fan slammed the car door shut, and the heavy truck roared to life as it started up, then drove off into the depths of the Southern Suburb Plain.

Only a crowd of eyes remained fixed on the truck's lonely silhouette, like a soldier who had run out of ammunition and supplies and was bravely heading to the battlefield, a tragic and desolate sight.

Mu Fan's eyes were fixed on the distance ahead. The clamor gradually faded from his ears, leaving only the girl's soft, fragrant breath.

You see right, the only participants this time are him and her.

You're absolutely right. If the two sides were to meet, it would indeed be a fight to the death.

However, this isn't a multiple-choice question; there's only one answer.

I live, he dies.