Nathan Lockwood was far more cunning than Chase Shaw.
As Nathan Lockwood changed his mecha's position, he said, "It's more convenient for you to investigate."
Difficult jobs, of course, should be left to the professionals.
His family was in the pharmaceutical business. Investigating the mecha's energy source would require eighty percent of his effort, while the same task would only take twenty percent of Chase's.
Chase Shaw was perched high on a building. He narrowed his eyes and aimed his laser gun at Nathan Lockwood again, his tone tinged with arrogance. "Fine. But if you don't start fighting me for real, you're going to lose."
The laser beam shot out as fast as lightning. Nathan Lockwood seemed to sense the direction of the attack and lurched his mecha forward.
But he was a fraction too late. A part of his mecha was hit, and he lost another wave of points on the digital console.
Chase Shaw put away the Laser Laser Gun in his hand and drew a Longsword.
