“I said, I just want the mecha, not money. You better hand over the mecha, and don't joke about losing the mecha! My patience has a limit.”

“Oh well, forget it, the gold mine is all yours.”

Amokadi really had no choice. Seeing that Amaya was about to go berserk, he could only grit his teeth and give it up.

Mobaoke and the other man beside him immediately became anxious.

“Legion Commander, we lost so many brothers to take this mining area. Giving it all to them like this is too much.”

York, standing to the side, felt a sinking feeling seeing the reaction of these two idiots. It was highly likely that the mecha was really lost.

Sure enough, Amaya also realized that the mecha must have been lost. She smashed the coffee cup in her hand hard on the ground.

*Pa*

The coffee cup shattered into pieces.

Amaya's eyes revealed a hint of killing intent, and she directly questioned Amokadi.

“How did the mecha get lost? Who stole it?”

“That…”

Amokadi didn't expect Amaya's reaction to be so strong.

“That’s not right, weren't you guys just using that mecha to kill everything? How could it be stolen in the blink of an eye?”

York also felt that this excuse was a bit far-fetched. Although the players of the Wet God Guild weren't that elite, it shouldn't be so easy for someone to break in, steal the activation key, and steal the mecha, right?

“It's all Mobaoke’s fault. He fell into the enemy's trap and let them forcibly pry open the cockpit and steal the mecha.”

Jiawoli sold out Mobaoke without saying a word.

Mobaoke immediately became anxious and quickly retorted, "Wasn't it your command error that gave the other party an opportunity to take advantage of!”

“Even if my command was problematic, I clearly went around to flank them. It was your solo pursuit that caused the problem.”

......

“Enough!”

Amaya suppressed her anger and scolded them. Her chest heaved up and down with rage.

The office immediately fell silent. Amaya took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at Amokadi and the others.

“It's fine that you used my Generation III mecha without permission, but now you’ve let it fall into the hands of the Heavenly Dragon Guild?”

Amaya’s head was about to explode. Operations against the Heavenly Dragon Guild were already not going well. Now, something so laughable had happened. If the players from the Heavenly Dragon Guild drove this Generation III mecha back to fight them, that would be truly spectacular.

You had to know that the Generation III mecha, Slaughter Blade, could rank in the top three in terms of performance among the guild's five Generation III mechas. If it was paired with a top mecha master, it would be a nightmare.

She didn't even dare to think about it.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Wet God Guild was an indispensable strategic partner in terms of strategy, and the Freedom Victory Guild needed them in many ways, she would have already turned hostile.

“Almost, but it didn't fall into the hands of the Heavenly Dragon Guild.”

Amokadi squeezed out an ugly smile.

“Whose hands did it fall into?”

Amaya quickly asked.

“We’re not too sure whose hands it’s in. It seems to be in the hands of the Martial God Guild or the Dawn Guild. Anyway, it’s not in the hands of the Heavenly Dragon Guild.”

Mobaoke stammered.

“Are you sure?”

“Sure!”

Mobaoke immediately replied with great certainty.

Amaya’s expression changed several times. She turned her head to look at York: “Have the people below prepare. Since it didn’t fall into the hands of the Heavenly Dragon Guild, even if it’s in the hands of the Five Dragon Heads, it’s still in the hands of wandering players. Prepare to take it back.”

“Okay!”

York replied solemnly.

Amaya turned her head and looked at Amokadi, suppressing her anger as she said, “I’ll give you one chance. Quickly go collect and prepare intelligence! If the mecha is recovered, this matter will be considered over. If it can’t be recovered, you know the consequences.”

“Okay, okay.”

Amokadi and the others revealed expressions of great joy.

.......

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Inside a private room at the Holy Origin International Hotel, Su Mo sent Lin Zinuo a few messages, but received no response.

He was also a little restless. He didn’t like this kind of social engagement to begin with.

So Su Mo found an opportunity to get up and leave. Originally, he wasn’t the main character of this banquet, so it shouldn’t matter if he left. After all, no one would pay attention to him.

Before long, Su Mo walked out of the Holy Origin Hotel and arrived on the spacious street.

On both sides of the street were magnificent buildings, and top-notch private cars sped past him from time to time.

Since this was a top-notch wealthy area, basically everyone had a car or a personal driver, so there weren’t many taxis running around here.

After all, there was no business to be had, so what was the point of wandering around? If you accidentally scratched a car here or offended some big shot, it would be troublesome.

Su Mo picked up his phone and looked at the map, pulled up the location of the Imperial Capital Central Hospital, and confirmed the route to walk.

He then put his phone away, put his hands in his pockets, and walked forward alone.

A cool breeze blew by at night.

Su Mo raised his head to look at the trees on the road and noticed that the leaves were already starting to turn yellow.

Time passed so quickly, in the blink of an eye it was already the beginning of autumn again.

Su Mo was slightly emotional. He felt that everything he had experienced recently was more exciting than the past few years. Life seemed to have a bit more color, no longer so monotonous.

Just as Su Mo was lost in thought, a roar came from far and near.

Su Mo subconsciously raised his head and saw a fully metallic, streamlined silver supercar, Silver Fox, parked beside him.

Qian Chengxue lowered the window and said blandly.

“Get in the car!”

Su Mo was also a little surprised. He opened the scissor door and sat in the passenger seat.

Qian Chengxue stepped on the accelerator, and the Silver Fox sped away.

Inside the Silver Fox, Su Mo hesitated for a moment and said, “You didn’t have to personally give me a ride.”

“Something happened to Lin Zinuo, and I also wanted to go see her, so I’ll give you a ride.”

Qian Chengxue replied casually.

“You have so many old classmates gathering today, don’t you want to spend more time with them? Maybe it will help you in the future?”

Su Mo glanced at Qian Chengxue’s cold face and asked curiously.

“If there’s a benefit, old classmates are easy to talk to. If there’s no benefit, even the best personal relationship is useless, so I don’t care about those things.”

Qian Chengxue replied very openly. She knew very well that all the people who came to eat today were giving face to Xiao Jie. So the foundation of everything was Xiao Jie, which was meaningless.

“Oh.”

Su Mo didn’t say anything more.

Of course, it wasn’t that Su Mo didn’t want to say anything, but that he simply didn’t know what to say.

The car fell silent for a moment, and the atmosphere became a little subtle. The two of them tacitly didn’t break this atmosphere.

Time passed bit by bit.

Before long, Qian Chengxue drove to the Imperial Capital Central Hospital.

The two got out of the car. Even at night, the Imperial Capital Central Hospital was still crowded with people, and there were people seeing doctors everywhere.

Su Mo and Qian Chengxue looked around. There were more than twenty hospital buildings alone.

“It’s too big. Call Lin Zinuo and ask her where her ward is. I’ll go buy some fruit baskets nearby. You can send me a message later.”

Qian Chengxue turned her head and told Su Mo. It wasn’t appropriate to visit empty-handed.

“Okay!”

Su Mo nodded in agreement.

Then Qian Chengxue turned and left.