Since yesterday, Mo Baoke had been adamantly calling non-stop, having dialed at least a hundred times.
Su Mo didn't dare answer those calls, but avoiding them indefinitely was not a solution either, especially since he had to go to work later on.
Moreover, an explanation didn't seem quite appropriate.
Su Mo closely recalled that brand-new Generation III Slaughter Blade, which now lay in ruins, barely a single part untouched. The entire left arm had been detached, and the power system was severely overloaded. Though the Power Unit hadn't burnt out, it was definitely damaged beyond use.
"Ah, what must come, will come."
Su Mo took a deep breath and directly pressed the answer button on his phone.
Instantly, a roar erupted from the phone.
"Su Mo, I X your uncle..."
"Hello, hello, Commander, the signal here is quite bad, I can't hear you clearly."
"I XXX... where are you..."
"I can't hear, I'm hanging up!"
"You dare hang up my call."
Su Mo decisively hung up the phone.
