บท 363: Morale Support

Fan Meinan looked at Zhang Heng's Iron Man suit and looked at the rudimentary box gun in her hand again.

"I have to admit, I'm starting to feel my mental state going out of balance," she said, not knowing what to think.

Zhang Heng threw the bracelet used to control the battle suit to Fan Meinan. "This thing is for you."

"Ha! I'd be embarrassed to take it away from you just like that."

Be that as it may, Fan Meinan still took the bracelet from Zhang Heng. She slapped it on her wrist for the first time.

"What about you?" asked Fan Meinan, a bright spark of joy gleaming in her eyes.

"I don't need stuff like these. My hands are the world's most powerful weapons," Zhang Heng said. "The battle suit will limit my performance and make it impossible for me to assemble what I need in time."

Zhang Heng then dismantled the street lamp beside him into blocks, and five seconds later, he had a lightsaber in his hands.