Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 966: 739: After All, He Is the Head of the Family

Chapter 966: Chapter 739: After All, He Is the Head of the Family…

The corridor ends at the mountain top, connecting to an ancient, pointed wooden house.

A square house with tightly closed windowsills.

The place is elevated yet flat, with birds singing and flowers blooming outside the windows.

It’s about fifty ters away from .

However, after speaking, Mu Fan did not move. Instead, he looked at the young man who had revealed information to him. The young man’s psyche had completely collapsed, still slumped on the ground.

“Do you know how to get in?”

The young man shook his head desperately, “I don’t know. Normally, we’re not even allowed to go there. Perhaps only the Family Head and Tang Ze know the chanisms there.”

“Who is Tang Ze?”

“He was our leader, just now… already dead.” The young man swallowed, speaking fearfully.

“Oh.”

Mu Fan nodded lightly, then looked at the young man, “From now on, run outside the villa, and you will live.”

Upon hearing this, the young man seed to gain strength out of nowhere. He scrambled up from the ground, rolling and flailing towards the outside, ignoring the many protrusions and obstacles on the battered ground.

Mu Fan’s gaze fell on the bird-singing, flower-blooming mountaintop tea room, and he grinned, lifting his right foot gently.

The right leg of the Exoskeleton Armor [Thunder Knowing] lit up with purple electric sparks again.

Then, under countless eyes, Thunderhawk, which had been standing quietly in the center of Green Wood Villa, also raised its right leg.

“It’s moving again!”

That simple sentence was enough to show everyone’s level of attention on Thunderhawk.

For this magnificent and majestic cha, every move now represented a certain yearning and rebellion against oppression.

Those who did not know what Mu Fan had just said all focused their attention on this cha.

“Did that person compromise with the governnt during the call just now? Is it going to leave there?”

“Just looking at the movents of this cha, it doesn’t seem like it wants to leave.”

“It lifted its right leg…”

Indeed, under those countless gazes, Mu Fan and Thunderhawk simultaneously raised their right legs.

Hmm?

In the sky, Councilman Hyman noticed this scene, letting out a snort of confusion.

The plasma generator at Thunderhawk’s ankle lit up with a bright blue gleam…

Mu Fan’s right leg paused for a mont, causing the crowd, who had been holding their breaths with the sa rhythm, to halt their breathing montarily.

Then, that chanical right foot, crackling with lightning, stomped down with a roar.

A massive shadow flashed over Mu Fan’s head and then descended like thunder before his eyes.

The foundation of the entire villa, along with the hillside, trembled simultaneously at that mont.

Then, a surge of earth and soil, soaring over a hundred ters high, rose around Thunderhawk’s foot, blotting out the sky and the sun.

The satellite images could not capture the sound here, but it was enough for people to imagine.

The nearby troops, those soldiers standing on the ground, almost fell over.

This made the weapons experts in the armored vehicles exclaim that soone had deployed a seismic bomb.

Councilman Hyman, who had just finished sending information, found his gaze once again drawn to the scene below.

With the dust settling, a depression of less than half a ter in diater appeared at Mu Fan’s feet.

While Thunderhawk’s right foot had directly crushed the ancient corridor into powder.

The front part of its foot… grazed the edge of the tea room’s wooden door, deeply embedding into the ground.

Slowly lifting the right foot, a massive crater, exceeding ten ters in diater and depth, appeared before Mu Fan.

The dirt and gravel on the cha’s foot continued to fall.

The glowing light on his body extinguished as Mu Fan severed the synchronization with Thunderhawk, gazing at the tal passageway directly stomped out in front of him, where under dim light, a tightly closed alloy door was faintly visible.

Is this the so-called underground tea room?

Mu Fan chuckled lightly, carrying the heavy sword in his left hand, and took a few steps forward before leaping into the air.

With a thud, he stood at the flat bottom of the pit, trampled by Thunderhawk.

Due to the excellent lighting at the mountain top, the outer edges of the tal passageway remained very clear.

Mu Fan did not realize that countless people watched as he continued step by step toward that underground tea room.

In so unknown corner, in a clean and tidy room where light was half bright, half dark.

The room carried a faint scent of coffee and a rich vanilla aroma.

A pair of black shiny eyes lit up in the shadows, watching the majestic Thunderhawk on the light screen.

“Such montum and style…”

“Truly far beyond my expectations, whatever the case, it seems we are really on the sa front now.”

The Mountain Master gently placed the finished coffee on the wooden table, with an unhidden appreciation in his eyes.

“Indeed, the ones most enraged now are those high-class families, not the common people who toil daily for a living.”

“This is surely my best investnt this year, wouldn’t you agree, Mu Cang?”

“In you, I see the charisma of that general from years back.”

The middle-aged man with gold-rimd glasses said respectfully.

“Flattering again,” the Mountain Master chastised with a laugh.

Mu Cang lowered his head and responded with a sheepish smile.

Master and servant chatted in a relaxed atmosphere, making the air in the room seem alive.

…

The light shifted from bright to dim, the remaining half section of the conduit blocking the light and leading Mu Fan into the shadows.

He stood looking at the tightly closed door before him, which already showed slight deformation.

Clearly, that stomp from Thunderhawk earlier had damaged the structure of this door.

Mu Fan carried the heavy sword, hefting a double-barreled smoothbore gun, lifting a leg, and bending a knee.

His gaze lingered for no more than half a second.

A purple light shadow abruptly flashed through the air.

Mu Fan stomped heavily.

Boom!

The already deford alloy door simply couldn’t withstand the terrifying force of nearly ten tons under Mu Fan’s exoskeleton-enhanced foot.

The door fra connected to the concrete burst open instantly, accompanied by a teeth-chattering sound of tal twisting.

That door was violently kicked away with a crash.

Smoke and dust rose.

Mu Fan’s vision was completely unaffected as he stepped forward.

Directly ahead of him, the door had smashed through two wooden walls, embedding directly into the inner wall of the tea room like a work of art.

To his right front, an old man sat cross-legged on a simply elegant tatami mat.

Underneath a head of silver hair, eyes flashed like a venomous python, quickly turning benevolent and serene.

“You’ve co.”

Tang Zhi’s voice sounded, as if he were the host long waiting for a guest to arrive.

Step, step, step…

Mu Fan walked unhurriedly, step by step, stopping in front of Tang Zhi, his faceplate snapped open, revealing a face already shed of youthful naivety.

“It was really hard to find this place, huh.” Mu Fan smiled.

“In this round, I, Tang Zhi, have lost,” the old man said, seemingly without much panic, speaking with a tone of reflection.

At this mont, the calmness of the old man was no less than that which had held the Tang family for decades.

“And then?” Mu Fan was noncommittal.

At this mont, he disappeared underground, vanishing from everyone’s sight while simultaneously piquing everyone’s curiosity.

However, this part of the conversation was never going to reach the outside world.

“Do you want money? Won? Status? Or the foundation of the Tang family?” Tang Zhi’s aged right hand held two wooden walnuts, his voice aged yet full of spirit, devoid of the desperation shown by those outside in their final monts.

“If you speak, I can give it to you, and from now on, the Tang family will avoid you.”

Mu Fan stared expressionlessly at the man across, who seed to be struggling, enticing, or waiting for sothing.

Mu Fan did not know that at this mont, two A-Class peak-level Warrior chas were en route here from high above.

[Wood Shadow], [Green Crossbow].

Two chas that had almost maximized long-range attacks.

Two of the military’s non-mass-produced ace chas.

At this mont, Mu Fan was rely standing in the tea room, gazing at the elderly man across, composed and collected.

Tang Zhi’s offer carried significant weight.

“Indeed, a Family Head….”

Mu Fan sighed, hanging the heavy sword back on his back.

This action made a trace of relaxation appear on Tang Zhi’s facial features.

However, Mu Fan suddenly showed his white teeth, smiling slightly, but his voice turned as cold as iron in the next second.

“But, so what?”

A hand shot out, opening like a tiger’s mouth, clamping directly onto Tang Zhi’s throat like an iron vise.

Then…

He lifted the old Poison Python hidden behind the scenes with raw power!