Chapter 1631 - 78: Inside and Outside Paradise (Part 2)

Chapter 1631: Chapter 78: Inside and Outside Paradise (Part 2)

In the bustling Devil’s Paradise Nightclub, Fatty was enthusiastically speaking to the crowd: "When I entered the Command Mecha, I realized that guy made a mistake. It seemed he had a lot fewer people watching over me, so I acted impulsively, not expecting them to be so easily beaten. Really."

The crowd burst into laughter. David, McCarthy, Jillian, and hundreds of invited high-ranking officials from Feiyang were completely captivated by Fatty’s recounting of the battle on Canglang Star.

They had heard that this guy had saved the Old Marshal Li Cunxin of Chuckna and turned the tide of the battle on Canglang Star. But few paid serious attention; in fact, there wasn’t much reporting or inside information at the time. Listening to Fatty’s account now, there was a sense of thrilling excitement.

Not many here had been to the battlefield, and their understanding of the wars of this era was limited to television news and the insider information their status allowed access to.

And when a Vice Admiral who truly came from the battlefield, with a series of legendary feats, described how his ship crash-landed on Canglang Star, how he and less than a company’s worth of infantry on the ground defeated the enemy, and how he seized a Mecha to fight battles across thousands of miles, leading his troops to break through the encirclement and achieve ultimate victory, it was simply blood-pumping.

Especially because among these young scions, many had been bullied or even humiliated by Miller. If it weren’t for fear of implicating their families, they would have gone all out against Miller long ago.

But now, the thing they most wanted to do but didn’t dare was completed by this Fatty. He effortlessly twisted Miller’s neck, killing the despicable scum in front of everyone’s eyes. Not only that, Miller’s cohort of lackeys were standing outside in punishment.

This was so satisfying!

Although Margaret had stated from the beginning that everyone could freely contact their families and leave as they please, most people stayed, except for a few timid ones.

Aside from the young people’s innate attraction to excitement, families truly needed someone tonight to closely observe the situation and make judgments.

Among those present, many were family heirs, while others were just ordinary scions.

But regardless of their identities, young as they were, they all had a passionate desire to shine.

Everyone knew the importance of this night. They could hear from the phone calls from their elders, the deliberately slowed speech, filled with kindness and encouragement.

If they could make correct judgments and contribute to the family’s fight and subsequent alignment tonight, it would definitely be an achievement that would make other family branches jealous!

Besides, the Fatty before them didn’t seem as ferocious as when he killed Miller.

His honest appearance, the proud expression when boasting, and his approachable nature, all made people instinctively like him.

Through his story, everyone realized how cruel yet grand the war was.

To survive until now as a general from a small country caught between the Empire’s besiege, even casually talking about the battlefield was enough to capture everyone’s interest. Moreover, this guy was a dual hero of the Leray Federation and Chuckna Republic, commanding the Super Mecha War God capable of defeating the Judger!

"Can you talk about the Judger?" Jillian’s eyes lit up as she looked at Fatty, excitedly asking, "What’s their hand speed, is it really that powerful?"

"They don’t rely on hand speed," Fatty took a sip of wine, put down the glass, and said, "Their brains have been transformed to directly communicate with the Mecha’s control computer. It’s basically what historically appeared as thought control. However, after brain transformation, they don’t suffer brain damage. The hand speed, based on our experience in fighting them, averages about sixty-five motions, and higher levels can reach over eighty motions."

"Wow!" The crowd burst into exclamations, the young people looking at each other, unable to believe it was true.

In this era of Mechas, Engineering Mecha, Loading and Unloading Mecha, Rescue Mecha, Medical Mecha, Combat Mecha, and Competition Mecha for private use were everywhere, countless.

With training, even an eight-year-old could pilot a Mecha.

However, only a few could become Mecha Warriors with hand speeds above fifteen moves per second, capable of executing a series of tactical maneuvers on the battlefield instantly. That’s also why armored units are always fewer than Mechanized Infantry.

It’s not just because Mechas are expensive, requiring large resources, but also because training a Mecha Warrior is really not an easy task.

The youth present had a far better understanding of Mecha Warriors than the average civilian.

Their families might have several Level 9 Mecha Warriors, and in the accessible military, they’ve seen the emergence of powerful guys with hand speeds exceeding fifty-five moves, even sixty.

But who could imagine that the Western Alliance’s Transformed People could already achieve a hand speed standard of over eighty moves per second. Are they even human?!

What’s even more unbelievable is, if these Judgers are so formidable, then what kind of level would the Bandit Army Mecha Soldiers who defeated them be?