The middle-aged man's attitude did a complete 180—he suddenly turned all smiles and enthusiasm. Without hesitation, he unlocked the alloy gate and waved them inside like VIP guests.
Seeing Ethan casually flash those high-grade crystal cores, Ricky puffed up with pride and started acting a little bolder himself.
"I gotta say, I liked you better when you were all cocky and rebellious."
"..." The middle-aged man's face darkened, clearly not in the mood to entertain Ricky's nonsense. Instead, he turned and opened a heavy door behind him, revealing a storage room specifically for consignment weapons.
The place was packed with gear—rows upon rows of weapons, all kinds and sizes.
There were blades and guns embedded with crystal cores, some sleek and compact, others massive and intimidating.
Just from a glance, you could get a pretty good sense of how far human tech had come.
