The entire main hall fell silent.
The mechas of Cosmo and Long Tai bent over to the left and right, supporting their knees, looking around Fatty. Nearby, an infantryman ran over, peering into Cosmo's mecha knee, tiptoeing to look in. Even Baz climbed up from the chaotic Heaven's Punishment. The Ranger, with its head already smashed to pieces, walked over to Fatty's side. The cockpit cover of the mecha popped open, and Baz peered curiously over with a face full of wonder.
"Wow, it's real!"
A few people surrounded the control cabin, crystal-like, pointing and exclaiming in wonder.
"Is it made of gold?!" Baz picked his nose with his finger.
"I don't think so; it looks like it's made of lead." The infantryman was closest, almost pressing his face against the transparent canopy.
"You two need some common sense, alright? Gold or lead, how heavy would that be? Look at this guy's neck, it's as thin as a quail's, could he handle it?" Cosmo sneered.
