Zhao Guang wore a proud expression. "Of course, this is made of Titanium Alloy. A mere knife means nothing."
"Titanium Alloy? You're using that for armor. Where did you buy it?"
Zhao Guang didn't care whether the other person was trying to fish for information and directly gave him the address. "It's this materials factory. They can process Titanium Alloy. It's a bit more expensive without a template."
Zhao Guang pointed at himself. "This is the second version. The first one didn't have a template, so it cost two million. This one has some adjustments, so the price is a bit lower—only five hundred thousand."
My goodness, how many years of my salary would it take to afford that? I dare not even think about it.
"Who would have thought, this guy is actually a rich young master, just with some screws loose in his head."
