"Good!" Fatty puffed out his chest, walked forward with righteousness and resoluteness, and stared directly into Monroe's eyes, his expression steadfast: "I promise you!"
Monroe and his accomplice beside him were simultaneously taken aback, then their eyes lit up. A sliver of incredible joy burst forth from their gaze. To Monroe, hand-to-hand combat might make him fear this Fatty, but in Mecha Fighting, he was confident he could crush Fatty into minced meat!
Not to mention, Kubo had mentioned over the phone that this Fatty was not skilled at handling Mechas. Even if he was skilled, could he possibly be a War God? He was asking for death!
In the distance, Baz and Weiseler exchanged puzzled glances. Fatty, who had already seized Monroe's lifeline and gained the upper hand, why did he so easily agree to Monroe's absolutely hopeless demand for a show?
Could it be he's a Mecha Master? Absolutely certain of his capability?
