บท 300: Ran Amok, Laid Low, Made Money (Part 2)

Tang Rui watched the battlefield footage, which was so bloody it needed to be blurred.

There was no other way.

It was too gory.

At that moment, his phone rang.

Looking down, he saw it was a call from Prince Salim.

"My friend, we need your support."

"What kind of support?"

"Mechs, the huge mechs. I'll transfer 200 billion US dollars immediately, I want to slaughter those heretics."

Prince Salim was also agitated, wanting to pilot a mech into battle.

"I'm sorry, the mech was damaged by a lion and is currently out of service for rental. It needs to be repaired."

Tang Rui spoke with a tone of helplessness, actually wanting to rent it out, but considering the current situation, he decided against it.

"That's a shame, but if mechs aren't available, what about other weapons and equipment?" Prince Salim continued to inquire.

"What kind of weapons?"