The pure white MS's back erupted with flames, and with the power of jet propulsion, G-Onger leaped between buildings, quickly catching up to the last Bacta-type.
"Yahoo~! The white wolf's exclusive super MS, G-Onger's debut!"
The Bacta-type noticed the approaching G-Onger. Seeing it wasn't the Dawn Gundam or Samurai Gundam, it didn't flee immediately but turned around and punched G-Onger's shield.
The powerful force of the Bacta-type halted the rapidly advancing G-Onger, which could only hold its ground thanks to the thrust from its thrusters.
"Ha! Not bad, you have some skill; our strengths are evenly matched," Woolf praised. "However, the selling point of this G-Onger lies elsewhere!"
The Bacta-type's fist was deflected by the shield, and the Beam Diffusion Cannon on its chest shone brightly, but the brief charging time gave G-Onger an opportunity to lower its body and spin around to the back of the Bacta-type.
"First, it's super maneuverability!"
Then, striking a pose, he drew the Beam Saber from his back.
"And then! It's the eye-opening high-power Beam Saber! Named..."
With a double cross, he charged at the oncoming Bacta-type.
"Wolf Fang!"
He sheathed the saber, standing tall; a real man never looks back at explosions. The cross-shaped scar on the Bacta-type's chest exploded, serving as a backdrop for G-Onger.
"And the biggest selling point of G-Onger... is me, Woolf Enneacle himself..."
"Are you an idiot!?"
"Uh..."
Woolf was still lost in his own handsome charm when Yang Hui's scolding interrupted him.
"Get the battle inside the protective wall! Are you going to pay for the building if it gets blown up?"
"Uh... this... isn't it an emergency? I... I... Right! If we don't quickly eliminate the enemy, won't the damage be even greater?"
"Shut up! No excuses! I'll have Captain Grodek deduct the losses from your salary and bonuses!"
"Please, no~!" Woolf cried out in despair. He had bought G-Onger on his own, nearly emptying his savings and still owing a lot. Without salary or bonuses, how would he survive?
Yang Hui ignored Woolf's pleas, directly cutting off the communication. After confirming that there were no UE reinforcements inside Fardin, he joined Graham to carry out rescue work for the previous survivors.
...
"Really... so messy, but now that I think about it... that kid was right," Don Boyaji said, struggling to escape the wrecked Gala with the help of his subordinates.
"That kid? Is it the one named Flit?" Ractor Elmelda asked.
"No, it's the young master of Yang Corporation."
"What? The young master of Yang Corporation is here?"
"Yeah, he said..." Don Boyaji recounted Yang Hui's words to Ractor Elmelda verbatim.
"Is that so? It seems we indeed owe our ancestors' honor and dignity an apology, Don Boyaji."
"Yeah, I had heard of UE before but had never encountered them. I arrogantly thought they were nothing special, but facing them now, I realize how terrifying UE is. Our previous struggles were merely child's play. If it weren't for these kids, the Fardin that our ancestors protected would have been destroyed."
"You're right." As he spoke, Ractor Elmelda took off his gloves but immediately pulled his hand back, "It's not the time yet."
Hearing this, Don Boyaji didn't feel offended and laughed heartily, "Yeah, indeed."
The two looked towards the Dawn Gundam and Samurai Gundam flying in from the city direction.
"We'll wait until we take down UE together."
...
The survivors were sent to the hospital for examination and treatment, while the MS wreckage would be cleaned up by Zalam and Auba's people. Yang Hui and Grudick returned to Zalam's residence, where Don Boyaji seemed to have important information to share with Yang Hui and Grudick, accompanied by Ractor Elmelda.
"So... what is the important information you wanted to share?"
"You know, kid, Zalam has always maintained secret transactions with Yang Corporation, but never involving MS; it's mostly outdated weapons. After all, we wouldn't dare use the MS produced by Yang Corporation, so all our MS come from a black market dealer named Ark Dorell," Don Boyaji explained.
"Ark Dorell?"
"The head of Zalam is right; Auba is the same. He not only sells us a large number of MS but also has many remarkable design blueprints."
"Ark Dorell, remarkable design blueprints... are those technologies that should have been buried?" Grudick murmured.
"Huh?" His voice was too soft, and since Grudick had been silent like a transparent person, no one paid attention to what he was saying.
"No, it's nothing."
Grudick didn't say anything, but Yang Hui beside him understood clearly—technologies that should have been buried.
Yang Hui had always known this information due to his special identity, but it was impressive that Grudick could think of it ahead of time, considering the current federal narrative about UE being aliens.
Did Grudick's speculation mean he knew from the start that UE were humans like him?
"Then, kid, the previous transaction is void, right?" Don Boyaji said to Yang Hui.
Although he sensed something was off with Grudick, he didn't press further; after all, everyone has their own secrets.
"What? Trying to raise the price again? That's not right, Uncle Dong..."
"No, I want to void the previous transaction and negotiate a new deal with you."
"Oh?" Seeing the hint of ruthlessness in Don Boyaji's smile, Yang Hui became interested, "Go on?"
"It doesn't matter whether it's warships or MS; you can take whatever Zalam has, but I want you to equip the young men of Zalam with that new type of rifle."
"So you're planning to join forces?" Yang Hui grinned; this was his original goal. The previous transaction was just a pretense. What was the point of four warships and fully equipped MS when he could get everything in one package?
Moreover, after the UE attack, Zalam joining forces meant Auba wouldn't be far behind.
"Of course! Those damn UE are wreaking havoc in Fardin; how could we let them off easily?" Don Boyaji said fiercely.
"Although Zalam is covered in mud, what he said is still accurate. However... I'm very interested in the transaction you mentioned earlier. Can you tell me about it?" Ractor Elmelda asked.
"Sure, I was planning to find you tomorrow anyway..." Yang Hui then shared the details of the previous transaction with Zalam with Ractor Elmelda.
"Damn it, you didn't come to find us noble Auba first; is this looking down on us?"
"What did you say? Kid, if it weren't for the current threat of UE, I'd show you what it means to be inexperienced!"
"Just what I wanted! Let's duel!"
"Sigh..." Yang Hui covered his face. How did these two start again? In Flit's words, they were more like children than he was.
"Hmph! Let's postpone this duel for later. We, the noble Auba, will not be beneath the mud-covered Zalam. We also want to participate in the battle plans against UE! And we demand equal treatment!" After their bickering ended, Ractor Elmelda insisted.
"No problem, just report the number of MS you need, and I'll contact home for production and have them sent directly to Minsley."
With Zalam and Auba joining forces, Yang Hui's goal had been achieved, so there was no need to stay at Zalam's residence any longer. However, Yang Hui was somewhat surprised that Ractor Elmelda, who didn't get along with Don Boyaji, didn't leave immediately but stayed instead.
After Yang Hui and Grudick left, Don Boyaji and Ractor Elmelda watched them from the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Such a cunning kid," Don Boyaji chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"The initial transaction was just to lure us in; his target was us from the start," Ractor Elmelda said with a similar expression.
Although Zalam and Auba were merely street gang-level organizations in Fardin, how could those who became leaders not be sharp? They had no choice but to accept since their goals aligned.
"Although it can't compare to Zalam, cough cough, Auba isn't bad either."
"Why be modest? Zalam's mud-covered aura isn't entirely a bad thing."
...
"Yah~! So fascinating!"
As soon as Yang Hui returned to Diva's Hangar, he heard Woolf's narcissistic voice.
"How's it? My G-Onger."
Flit, who was asked, looked awkward because...
"Um... no matter how you look at it... it does resemble a Gundam somewhat..."
Woolf suddenly slapped Flit's back, cold sweat on his forehead: "Don't sweat the small stuff."
"Hehe, isn't it just taking a picture of Gundam to show Uncle Madonna?"
"Eh~! You scared me!" Woolf jumped at the sudden appearance of Yang Hui behind him.
"Yang Hui, you're back? How did the talks go?" Flit asked.
Although Yang Hui didn't answer directly, his confident smile and thumbs-up already conveyed his answer.
"Is that so? That's good."
"Aren't you going to ask what I went to do?" Yang Hui was a bit surprised; the Flit he knew would dig deep into matters he cared about.
"Mm-mm, I trust you."
Yang Hui was taken aback for a moment, then smiled happily, feeling like his little brother had finally grown up.
"Is that so?" Yang Hui pulled Flit into an embrace, ruffling his hair vigorously.
"Don't... don't treat me like a child!" Flit complained as he broke free from Yang Hui's mischievous hands.
"Haha, yes, the little savior of the Asuno Family."
"Ugh~!"
"Wait, Yang Hui, do you know Uncle Madonna?" Flit interrupted the brotherly bickering to ask Yang Hui.
"Of course! Do you think the Madonna Workshop has its current scale, and that the Federation turns a blind eye to him, without whose efforts?" Yang Hui shrugged.
"Uh... why do I feel like you're showing off, but I have no evidence." Woolf's mouth twitched.
(End of Chapter)