Thirty Minutes Were Up

On the lonely Artificial Star Ring stood a lonely Ancient Castle. As the densely packed warship bore down, all they could see was the back of a gigantic red mech.

When they saw this familiar scene again, Nigel and Sun Ruo's expressions held both humiliation and relief.

Their courage came from the powerful, terrifying warship beneath their feet, and even more so from the illustrious reputation the Tiger of Garret had forged with countless lives.

"Seeing him again, how do you feel? Anger, humiliation, calmness, or are you still afraid?"

Sib Garret silently watched the light screen and asked without turning his head.

Nigel knew he was being addressed, so he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed his head.

"My feelings are complicated. Everything Brother mentioned... seems to be there."

He did not dare boast. All his negative emotions stemmed from the other party's strength, while his composure came from the overwhelming strength of the Tiger of Garret.

"At least you're honest. As the legitimate son of the Garret Family, your vision is truly too narrow. Your cowardice comes from the insignificance of your strength, so today I'll teach you a lesson and show you what gives someone the confidence to speak."

Though the words were casual, Nigel's heart surged with excitement. Only now did he truly understand why this half-brother of his had so little interest in fighting for the inheritance.

Because his vision had already far surpassed Nigel's!

His strength was what gave him the confidence to disregard the Garret Family.

"Next... we'll make that mech crawl out here."

As his gaze fell upon the damaged roof of the castle on the light screen, a glint of coldness flashed through his eyes.

His left hand, clad in a crisp uniform, rose and pressed lightly into the air.

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