Chapter 1618 - 72: Direct Display of Strength

Chapter 1618: Chapter 72: Direct Display of Strength

As Fatty walked alone towards the stable, the guards and staff along the way looked at him with astonished eyes, then tactfully looked away with a pretense of not seeing.

However, this display of tact was clearly unsuccessful. Every face wore a strange, cramp-like expression, and Fatty was sure that out of his sight, these overjoyed fellows would even beat drums and clap their hands in celebration.

Fatty, who dared to beat people on their turf, was taken down by Hastings, which was really satisfying.

With a sour expression, Fatty walked up to Ann Lei and Margaret, who were biting their lips and looking at each other grim-faced, and leaned over the white wooden fence, bitterly saying, "Is it very funny?"

With a burst, the two girls erupted in a silvery laughter. Ann Lei wrapped her arm around Fatty’s, burying her face in his shoulder, trembling all over. Margaret, meanwhile, covered her mouth and upturned nose with one hand and her belly with the other, leaning against Fatty.

An Arabian pony, prowling by the fence and yearning for more carrots, ran off as if shocked. Its slender hooves kicked up a trail of dust on the ground, its mane flew up on its neck, and its lifted tail fluttered like golden reeds swaying in the wind.

"Does it hurt?" Ann Lei gently touched the bruise at the corner of Fatty’s eye, her brow filled with a mix of concern and amusement.

"Was it Old Fari or Hei Ge?" Margaret nudged Fatty with her shoulder, asking with a smiling face.

"It hurts!" Fatty grimaced as he answered Ann Lei, with a face full of grievance, angrily replied to Margaret, "Both of them!"

"Serves you right!" the two girls said in unison, triggering another bout of laughter. For the rebellious Fatty to still be standing here at the Hastings family after causing trouble was already a miracle.

Just then, suddenly a haughty voice came from behind.

"Are you Tian Xingjian?"

With a wooden expression, Fatty who was trying hard to show he could ignore women, was taken aback, sighed, and turned his head. He discovered that at some point, a tall and robust young man had already walked up behind him, surrounded by several third-generation members of the Hastings family.

The young man had a head full of thick brown hair and a black beard, with a pair of deep-set blue eyes and a large, wide nose, looking just like a strong male lion.

The indignant Carli and disdainful Carey stood behind the youth, like two tattling children, angrily glaring at Fatty.

"What’s your advice?!" Fatty raised his brows.

The youth looked at Fatty with a grim face, suddenly burst into laughter, and extended his hand: "I’m Leicht, I heard you just beat up Adolf?!"

The youth’s cheerful smile was like a ray of sunlight shining through the clouds onto the earth, it made it impossible not to like him.

Fatty reached out and shook his hand forcefully, with a smile: "I got beat up too."

"Did Old Fari and Hei Ge both take action?" Leicht had clearly overheard Fatty’s words and glanced at Margaret, teasingly asking.

"Yes!" Fatty said with a toothache expression, indignantly.

"Hahahaha!" Leicht laughed loudly, gave Fatty a thumbs up: "You’re the first one to take action here at Sars Manor. What’s more impressive is that you actually made Old Fari and Hei Ge both take action! Initially, I wanted to spar with you, but now, I think I’d better admit defeat directly!"

"Leicht brother!" Carey cried out. The blond-haired teenager seemed to still hold a grudge against Fatty’s arrogance, originally thought Leicht would subdue Fatty’s arrogance, who knew Leicht directly admitted defeat. For a moment, the blond guy’s face turned bright red.

"Uh..." Leicht secretly passed Fatty a look, and then turned his head to look at the two Mechas among the distant guards: "I heard these Mechanical Warriors under your command are all War God Level?"

"Sort of, their average speed exceeds sixty-eight moves," Fatty’s peripheral vision took in Carli and Carey, these two little ones widened their eyes and mouths, the expressions on their faces full of shock, excitement, and envy, couldn’t be hidden.

Leicht secretly winked at Fatty, clicked his tongue twice, and said: "I also heard, this Rampage Mecha is the most advanced Twelfth Generation Mecha of the Fei Alliance, and that many key technologies are from the bandit army..."

Fatty waved a hand with false modesty: "What key technology, just some obsolete technology."

Obsolete? This time it wasn’t only Carli and Carey who made faces, even Leicht was flabbergasted. Was Fatty exaggerating a bit too wildly?

You know, for this Twelfth Generation Mecha, the entire upper echelon of the Fei Alliance has been in chaos. Several big arms dealers worked hard only to end up making wedding dresses for the bandit army, but their skills weren’t as good, the Twelfth Generation Mecha they released on their own became completely unasked for, some ordered to give face, purchasing only a few symbolically.

This had already become a joke among all the super enterprises.

There was news that recently several major arms dealers had united, opening up each other’s military labs, working together to create new Twelfth Generation Mechas to compete against the bandit army’s Rampage. You know, if the Twelfth Generation Mecha technology was monopolized by the bandit army, it wouldn’t be long before these super arms dealers would have to shut down their businesses.