Chapitre 1683: Clear Identity and a Nice Break

Ivan was speechless. He really couldn't argue with that.

Snorting, he activated the cooling program for the four auxiliary whips as he walked over.

A moment later, when they were no longer hot enough to burn, Ivan had them swiftly wrap around the dozen women.

Only then did the women open their eyes with difficulty, only to see a metal giant walk over. The – tentacles? – on its back stretched out, and they screamed and cried again.

Two of them passed out, and three more pissed themselves.

The woman with the round face and almond eyes wept even harder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't take strange tentacle photos anymore."

Ivan's face darkened. Were these women crazy? Couldn't they see that he was here to save them? Besides, hadn't they seen this sort of mecha before?

In fact, this was the first time that an electromagnetic suit like this had appeared.