"This..."
In Carriage No. 2, Biaozi looked incredulously at the dark mass in front of him: "Are you sure this is my Thunderbolt Mecha? My mecha wasn't this low, President Ai, can this still be fixed?"
"..."
Standing nearby, the screen on Ai's cheek displayed the words "idiot," and she stood expressionless without speaking.
"President Ai, why do you always curse?"
"What do you think? Do you think this can be fixed? Tell me how you'd fix it, come on, share your repair plan."
"If it can't be fixed, then don't fix it... why so fierce..." Biaozi shrank his neck a bit weakly.
He then hesitantly glanced at Chen Mang beside him: "Master Mang, how many units of iron ore did my injury consume?"
"357,000 units of iron ore."
"Huh?"
Biaozi was slightly stunned and instinctively said: "That much? How many units of iron ore were in the storage box I brought back? Can we break even?"
"A lot?"
