Emotions stirred within her, the hidden resentment and grievances were gradually turning into a fiery rage.
Ren Zhong's clown-like speech hit her soul hard.
The old self, which had perished, seemed like a sprouting seed taking root and budding in her heart again.
"So, Mr. Ren, what exactly do you want me to do? I promise you everything, except that one thing!"
Finally, she gritted her teeth, practically spitting out the words one by one.
Ren Zhong laughed.
So there still exists sparks in this world, they just need someone to lift the lid.
He patted his chest armor.
"I want you to help me modify my armor. I want to maximize my combat capabilities on the basis of the First Level Mechanical Warrior."
...
Ten minutes later, Ren Zhong was riding in Ju Qingmeng's private hover car through the tightly closed gates of the Military Weapon Store.
Ju Qingmeng agreed to Ren Zhong's request to put it on account.
It wasn't difficult.
