Chapter 112: Volume 3, - 22: The Command Room of Three People
As soon as these words were spoken, not only were the people in the repair center enraged, but even the surrounding onlookers were filled with righteous indignation, scolding angrily. The redhead, face full of arrogance, coldly swept his gaze over the crowd, and his companions struck menacing poses. The customers, after all, felt it was not their business and turned away, not daring to meet their eyes. Gradually, the reproaches diminished, fearing they might become the target if they were not careful.
Seeing that everyone had fallen silent, the redhead turned proudly and shouted at Hescoe, "Didn’t you hear me? Quickly get the original circuit board. I don’t want these fakes!"
Hescoe, extremely exasperated, laughed coldly, "Our repair mechas have always used this. Nelson’s circuit boards are superior in both workmanship and cost compared to Alpha Company’s. Take it if you want, if not, we’ll remove the circuit board. Do as you please."
The redhead grinned viciously, "Then I won’t be polite, old man. Don’t say I didn’t warn you if I wreck your reputation."
Unable to contain her anger, Milan shouted, "Do you people even listen to reason? Are you here to repair mechas or to cause trouble?"
A brawny man among the group glared and stepped forward, "If you can’t fix it, then we’ll wreck your shop! Who the hell are you to interfere, you little bitch!"
Before he could finish, Fatty’s hand moved like lightning, landing a fierce slap on the man’s face. The nearly two-meter-tall brawny man spun like a top before collapsing to the ground. Before anyone could react, he cried out in pain, spitting out a few bloodied teeth, and lay on the ground groaning. Within moments, the left side of his face swelled hugely.
The redhead and his cronies looked up to see Fatty trembling all over, his expression unclear whether it was anger or fear. What the hell, this guy looked more wronged than the ones he hit. What’s his deal?
Fatty’s voice trembled, "Are you intentionally causing trouble?"
Exchanging glances, the redhead and his remaining five companions charged at Fatty. After all, it was only one person! If he dared to make a move, they would use him as an example!