C124 Dear Master 13

A black, ordinary mech and a red, delicate mech stood opposite each other, the wind sweeping both of them.

A contemptuous laugh rang out. The red-haired senior placed his hand on the control panel and coldly said, "Junior, don't be so arrogant when you just arrived. Let this senior teach you what modesty is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the red mecha shot out like an arrow leaving the bow