Chapter 40: Gang Brawl

Yang Bo couldn’t control himself just now and admitted he acted impulsively.

He was already anxious, and now this red-haired man was going to kill the hostages on a massive scale. If the authorities flipped out, Earth’s anti-terror units could mount a full-force strike and wouldn’t care about the hostages. That would be the end of him.

Seeing the red-haired guy so arrogant, he was reminded of himself and his old crew facing off against property developers. Those developers in their suits, surrounded by their lackeys.

They would taunt his group of desperate folks with: ‘Come on, hit me! Let’s see if my lawyer doesn’t throw all of you in jail.’

‘You bought those unfinished houses yourselves. You’re just unlucky.’

‘Stop causing trouble here, or I’ll sue you for disrupting business…’

Someone got impulsive, and in the end, they went to jail. People with money are unstoppable anywhere. Yang Bo suffered his whole previous life being repressed. Now, after being reborn, he was disgusted by the fake concern of this new government.

They claim they’re looking out for the residents, all while restricting their freedom. The rules on consumption were already an issue; nobody minds the elites enjoying five-star malls or exclusive cabs—people understand that taxpayers would be furious otherwise. But everything else? Suggestion after suggestion?

And the Gene Serum experiments Liu Zhijie mentioned? Yang Bo suspected they were probably true. Residents were treated like political pawns, like guinea pigs, like fools!

And then this red-haired guy had the nerve to call the residents common scum, as if all scum deserved death. Damn it, I’m one of those ‘scum’!

Plus, the arrogance made it worse. He might have been here for me. Missing such a golden opportunity would be a shame.

In a heated moment, as Yang Bo stood right behind the redhead, his Laser Gun rose. He pressed thhe trigger.

Warship Piloting +16! A stream of data flowed through Yang Bo’s mind.

Turns out, no matter how strong a genetic evolver was, a laser gun pointed at the neckk is still the end. Yang was a bit dazed. Deploying the Razor Mecha felt necessary; after all, he had acted impulsively and now had to face the consequences.

But unexpectedly, once the mecha was out, Yang Bo found himself inside the cockpit, staring at the familiar control panel.

The next moment, the mecha’s warning system shocked him back to reality—he had already sustained damage from a laser shot.

Within a second, the Jetpack was activated. The five-meter Plasma Blade glowed with blue light.

Boom! Even the spectators in the stands were dumbfounded.

Moments ago, they were all terrified, facing off with the Red-Haired Knight. The mecha’s weapons were pointed at them, and no one knew who’d end up dead next.

As I already mentioned, unless you had some special abilities as a genetic evolver, high-tech weapons ended lives left and right.

Yet, in a jaw-dropping twist, the arrogant, bloodthirsty man who’d just executed numerous corporate stockholders was killed by one of his own.

Next, the guy who did the killing, seemingly out of nowhere, deployed an ancient Razor Mecha. The Black Armored Knights opened fire, but the Jetpack flared up, propelling the mech into an all-out charge.

Many felt chills run down their spines. They knew what happened to a large group of ordinary people when a 108-ton mecha, moving at five times the speed of sound, slammed into them. It was worse when that mecha carried a five-meter-long, blue-glowing plasma blade.

Those people were shattered like eggs, even if they wore the Energy Suit made for genetic evolvers. It didn’t help.

Not just the Black Armored Knights got crushed like eggs. Even the twenty mecha blocking the stage’s basement entrance became like bowling pins.

The concert had only one way in and out beneath the stage to prevent fans from harassing the stars.

The twenty mecha pilots heard the screams and realized something was wrong. They didn’t even have time to turn their weapons before the 108-ton beast, moving at super-sonic speed, hit them.

A twelve-meter-tall blue mecha was the unluckiest. Yang Bo’s five-meter-long Plasma Blade pierced straight into its cockpit.

Warship Repair +8!

Warship Repair +8!

Warship Repair +16!

Warship Piloting +16!

Inside the mecha cockpit, Yang Bo ignored the flood of data. Truly, he hadn’t intended to crush the Black Armored Knights. His target had always been the mecha. The first he had aimed at was the large, blue mecha because its shoulder-mounted weapons weren’t just equipped with a High-Frequency Laser Cannon and High-Energy Particle Cannon—it also had an Energy Shield.

Yang Bo felt like this Razor Mecha was almost a part of his body, like it was an extension of himself. The sensation was both bizarre and natural, as if the mecha were just another layer of his clothes.

He was also familiar with the Razor Mecha. After all, he had used it to hunt birds. With one swing of the mecha’s right hand, the Plasma Blade sliced through the left leg of a silver mecha, cutting down an opponent who had been trying to get up, but now couldn’t keep its balance.

“Hmph. Damn it. I might not know all the exact weaknesses of mecha, but wherever the wiring is concentrated, there’s definitely a vulnerability.” While wandering through the exhibition hall earlier, Yang Bo had used his Sound Wave ability to examine the mecha, figuring the most densely wired spot had to be the most critical.

What Yang Bo didn’t know was that the scene was being broadcast live across the entire Alliance. The government knew all about the Red Earl’s madness, but the upper echelons hadn’t reached a conclusion. The Upper House, Senate, and House of Representatives were all red-faced, yelling about what steps to take. The military had no suggestions to offer.

If the Red Earl went on a killing spree, whoever made a move would take the fall. The parliament was in gridlock, as no one wanted to assume responsibility.

Whether they acted or not, blame was inevitable. The ruling party was furious. The opposition was notorious for making trouble where there wasn’t any. This time, they would be worse than rabid dogs.

If you ask how the ruling party knew this, it’s because they acted the exact same way when they were the opposition.

Suddenly, the situation flipped. The mass murderer they had all feared got shot in the head by one of his own. And that seemingly ordinary Razor Mecha swiftly crippled the strongest mech on the battlefield.

Yes, based on the security department’s review, the blue mecha was the most powerful—it belonged to the latest generation of mecha.

Sure, mecha are heavily armored. But a 108-ton rocket-propelled mech, moving at Mach 5 with a plasma blade, can cut through even some small warship defenses. The blue glow on the Plasma Blade is an energy weapon capable of bypassing energy shields.

“That has to be an ace pilot!” Someone on the council shouted in excitement as they watched the scene.

“No doubt about it! The way he swung the blade just now—he’s clearly an expert at mecha combat. That silver mecha, from Anbang Corporation’s series, has 68% of its central systems integrated into the legs!” Another exclaimed, astonished at Yang Bo’s second strike.

“Quiet, quiet! No shouting!” The chairman of the meeting shouted harshly. Some council members’ faces darkened; many happened to be shareholders in Anbang’s Mecha Corporation.

“Damn it! Our silver series mecha weakness got exposed!”

“We need a complete redesign!” High-level officials at Anbang Mecha Corporation were watching their monitors and cursing as their mecha weaknesses were exposed. They immediately called their departments to begin redesigning the internal mecha structure.

But in the next second, those same top-level officials burst into cheers: “Peaceful Corporation’s mecha’s weak spot got revealed!”

They watched as Yang Bo made his third strike, cleaving the right shoulder of a gold-and-silver mecha. The mecha convulsed violently and collapsed to the ground, twitching uncontrollably as if it had gone into a seizure.

“Quick! Take notes!” Many mecha companies shouted too. Every mecha has its weak points, and they are the company’s trade secrets.

“Haha! Red Earl’s mecha didn’t even bring close-range weapons!” In the next moment, many people burst into cheers.