Fine, We'll Let This Matter Go

Those people did not answer. Burton Garret himself was currently a dangerous, volatile bomb, and these family members had long since figured out his patterns.

"Very good. Your courage has exceeded my imagination."

The smile remained on his lips, but Burton Garret lowered the blue button, as if he had never raised his hand at all.

"Put it through."

He gave the order flatly. The light screen flickered...

A young face appeared on the light screen.

Burton Garret frowned, then narrowed his eyes at Mu Fan. "You're the pilot of that red mecha? A Federation officer?"

Mu Fan shook his head and looked at him with pity.

"You got half of it right. I'm a Federation officer, but I'm not the pilot of that red mecha. I'm... above your heads."

Above their heads?!

A flurry of rapid tapping came from the monitoring console beside them, and the images on the small Light Screens kept changing.

Very quickly, the image narrowed in on the area above a deck-mounted cannon.

A black mecha was quietly hovering there.

Yet even now, their radar had not issued a single alert.

This black mecha, which did not seem much larger than the cannon itself, was strange in every possible way.

"You're not alone?"

Burton Garret narrowed his eyes. The situation now no longer matched the little information he had obtained.

Hearing that, Mu Fan turned to look at the Titan Ancient Mecha still dodging attacks in the distance.

A sheet of red light darts emerged from Asura's right hand. After folding its arm, it hurled them out fiercely.

The mechas that had just been preparing to surround it were struck by those silent light darts and exploded into a sea of fire before anyone could react.

Asura Order!

"Nuonuo, connect to my communication channel."

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