The brief conversation ended. The audience in front of the TV couldn't snap out of it. They were trying hard to digest the shock of the interview.
Rationality guided their skepticism. But emotions, in the midst of an accelerating heartbeat, bred anticipation. Anticipation that perhaps everything said by the young man from Free Port on TV was true.
Has the Leray Federation truly given birth to an outstanding Mech Knight? This happiness that seemed to descend from the sky was dizzying.
In the laboratory.
Boswell stopped his work, looked at the old-fashioned television beside him, and asked, "Fatty, was that piece of network combat footage that just aired something you played?"
Fatty was fiddling with the engine, replying matter-of-factly, "Yeah. What's up?"
Boswell was speechless for a moment, then praised, "I didn't expect your skills to be so high. Combat at the front line really hones one's abilities!"
