"Crack..."
The chest of the Gundam split open, and Mo Qingchen jumped down immediately.
With a swift movement, he appeared in front of Little Green Hair, grabbed the green hair with his left hand, and lifted the bleeding-from-seven-holes Little Green Hair up to face him.
With a "slap," a big slap landed on the other's face.
"Do you yield? Tell me, do you yield?!"
Then, the sound of "slap, slap" was incessant.
It wasn't until Little Green Hair's head swelled up like a pig's that Mo Qingchen stopped the act of slapping.
"Damn it, can you be more shameless? Since you don't want face, I'll help you lose it!"
He casually threw the unconscious Little Green Hair to the ground.
"It's over. Someone comes and takes this guy away to the infirmary."
Shouting up to the sky, Mo Qingchen didn't even look at the unconscious Little Green Hair and got back into the Gundam cockpit.
At the same time, a faint voice came out.
"Next one, hurry up, I'm on a schedule..."
