Chapter 125: "Is this place prepared by the Mechanical Race for a future event?"

"Recruit?"

A sense of confusion flashed through Maxwell Ewell's eyes, and after remaining silent on the spot for a moment, he whispered, "Can I refuse this?"

"Of course you can."

Scar Dog shrugged his shoulders. After reloading the shotgun with one hand, he held it and smirked, saying, "We always believe in freedom."

"..."

Maxwell Ewell looked at the shotgun in Scar Dog's hand with a complicated expression and hesitated for a while before saying hoarsely, "It's my honor to be recruited."

"Indeed it is."

"Come with me. I have some things to discuss with you in detail based on your talent."

...

Time passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, five hours had passed.

Kerr Cowell lay in a chair, using a leaf to shade himself from the slightly dazzling sunlight, and casually asked without turning his head, "How was your rest?"

"Not bad."

Justin Lee, who was sitting next to him, nodded and said seriously, "Although I haven't completely recovered, it should be barely enough."