Faced with such a desperate situation and the news of the prince's capture, the Second Armored Division had no other choice. Fatty had enough reason to pretend he let go of those besieged Red Mechas and then....
"You'll let us leave?" Vego looked at Fatty.
"How is that possible?!" Fatty acted as if he was shocked.
"Then if you break your word like this, your reputation...." Vego said angrily.
"What my reputation?" Fatty said strangely, "It's your reputation. I'm sincerely letting you go, but you're so moved by my sincerity that you insist on staying to surrender. What does that have to do with me?!"
Vego's face grew paler. Three days of regret, the frustration of seeing victory in hand only to realize he fell into someone else's trap, all these emotions hit his chest, finally making him cough up a mouthful of blood.
In a daze, the main screen of the Mecha lit up—the communication from the Fei Alliance Command Center had been connected.
