"Is there really no chance of winning at all?"
He realized that his measly rifles likely wouldn't even dent the enemy's chariots and Mechas. Su Mo shook his head slightly and gently stroked the surface of the small golden dial again.
The next moment, a flash of golden light swept over him. Sitting in his tent, Su Mo's eyes glazed over once more.
...
Origin Territory.
After a full day of trading, the massive queues hadn't eased at all; in fact, the congestion had only worsened. Those who had managed to sit tight yesterday lost their patience after witnessing such a spectacle and eagerly joined the fray. Right after the curfew lifted at six in the morning, the relatively small camp quickly packed to the brim with people, both inside and out.
