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The next morning.
Kolev, with two dark circles under his eyes, walked down the spiral staircase and immediately saw Yang Ming slumped on the sofa.
The old man approached Yang Ming and observed carefully for a while, muttering, "Little Lyu, what's wrong with your boss? Is Omega a great beauty? Why does he keep mumbling?"
The housekeeping robot, busy making nutritious porridge, let out a light sigh and responded in a rough electronic synthesized female voice,
"Omega is a mecha system, the trump card of the New Federation Agents, a massive weapon that can directly threaten the Imperial Palace's safety, and now it's escaped to the planet's far side.
"The boss indeed has taken a fancy to it."
"Mecha? No wonder."
Kolev laughed,
"The big boys I've led, whenever they see mecha, their eyes light up. They only think about how cool and mighty piloting mecha is, but they never consider the cost and difficulty of maintaining a powerful mecha."
