Now It's My Turn

Mu Fan followed his gaze to Qiao, wanting to see how the team leader would handle this.

Qiao Pete smiled and shrugged at Mu Fan. "This sort of thing is usually settled by yourselves. I won't take either side."

Hearing that answer, Mu Fan gave a cold smile. So this was the rule for new recruits—no one took sides.

"Well, rookie, if you won't take the initiative, then we'll settle it ourselves."

The white sergeant spread his hands at Mu Fan.

At that gesture, cheers immediately rose from the scattered rock formations along the edge of the Fire Hills Area.

They got shelled every day, over and over, and were bored stiff. Now that something interesting had finally come along, how could they possibly let it go?

"That would be best..."

Ignoring the jeering laughter around him, Mu Fan merely replied blandly, then looked expressionlessly at the white sergeant.

If the man had asked, he would have given it to him. But if he wanted to snatch it outright, then sorry.

And since the target was his Rations, that was completely intolerable.

Seeing Mu Fan's reaction, the two robots buzzed as they backed away, clearly making room.

That made the soldiers laugh even harder, and they became even more curious about the two robots. They moved nothing like the other stiff, mechanical units.

They knew how to protect themselves, and they even knew how to avoid danger.

Had these robots become sentient or something?

Seeing this, the white sergeant shook his head, not taking it seriously at all.

To him, the kid's guarded stance posed no threat whatsoever. He was wearing Exoskeleton Armor.

Trying to stop Exoskeleton Armor with a human body was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Since that's the case, I'll just take it myself."