They couldn't even fully tell the models of these mechas, but that didn't mean they didn't know how powerful they were.

A burst of mechanical roar gradually approached, and people automatically retreated to both sides of the street, giving up the space in the middle. It really looked like they were meeting each other across the street.

"You really know how to show off."

Chang Yuan was full of disdain: "At this level, it's hard to call it a military shuttle."

What he said was true. Military shuttles were much faster than civilian shuttles, and personal shuttles were even more outstanding.

However, what they saw at this time was that it was driving like a turtle, and it was not running as fast as a hover car.

But it's hard to say why this happened, although Chang Yuan kept muttering that they did it on purpose, just to appreciate everyone's stunned and envious look.

The so-called bad nature.

Because of the slow speed, it takes a lot longer for the hunting team to cross the entire street.

This team seems to be very well-behaved for the time being. Chu Qianyang waits patiently for them to finish. As long as they leave, basically nothing will happen again.

As a result, I am really afraid of what will happen.

Feng Jiu noticed that a hover car turned a corner halfway and drove directly towards a store on the street.

That store sells sundries, most of which are so-called limited edition entertainment products, such as posters signed by a certain singer, items used by a certain celebrity, and occasionally a few mecha models.

It sounds like these things are meaningless to poor people, but there are many people who buy them, so his family's business is doing pretty well.

It's hard to say how many of those items are genuine.

When the hover car stopped, everyone saw a well-dressed young man walking down. He looked into the store and seemed a little disgusted by the clutter inside, but he still said something to the worried boss.

Because of the distance, they couldn't hear the sound here, but Chu Qianyang still approached Feng Jiu and said with some surprise: "It's him!"

They had indeed met this young man, more than once. He was Ding Qi, the nephew of the deceased mayor of Bajia Town, Ding Xiao.

The last time I saw him was opposite the Eighth-A Military Academy, he was quarreling with Mayor Ding's daughter, Ding Yan.

From what people around me said at the time, Ding Xiao's situation seemed not to be that good after his death, but looking at it now, I can't tell why.

But given his status, he was not able to board the military shuttle, which shows that he is only a transparent foil in the team.

After a while, the boss got into the store, and then came out with an object in his arms. They could see it. It was a somewhat old mecha model.

Ding Qi originally wanted to reach out and take it, but he hesitated when he saw the dust falling on it. The boss immediately wiped it with his clothes in fear, and then handed it over carefully.

The young man took it and immediately took it into the car.

But before he could return to the team, he turned around and came straight towards them.

Chu Qianyang straightened his back immediately.

Finally, the floating station stopped in front of their store, and it was Ding Qi who got off the bus again. He took a look at the environment here and saw that it was much cleaner than the previous store, so his expression softened.

"Do you have mecha models here?" the boy asked.

"No." Chu Qianyang answered simply.

"No?" Ding Qi raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing it: "Aren't you a store that sells sundries? Why don't you have mecha models?"

You are the one selling sundries!

Chu Qianyang felt that the products in their store were quite clear and nothing looked like clutter.

"You're looking in the wrong place."

Ding Qi glanced at him suspiciously, thought for a moment and walked in. Then he saw that the shelves were filled with weapons, energy pools and the like, but there was indeed no mecha model he was looking for.

In fact, there are model shops that specialize in selling things like models. The only thing that is difficult to find is some limited editions, but you probably won't be able to find those kinds of things even if you come to them.

Ding Qi turned around, but of course he found nothing. As for the weapons, he didn't notice them.

Because he didn't find what he wanted, the boy didn't seem to be in a good mood. He didn't say anything and was about to leave with a bad face.

However, when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around, his eyes falling on the mecha component in the store.

Obviously, he has more discernment than the people of Ruishhitai.

"You still sell mecha sets?"

Ding Qi said casually, not expecting an answer from them at all. He glanced around and found that there were no other mecha groups around, only this one alone.

The young man immediately curled his lips and expressed his disdain very bluntly. He no longer had the desire to take a look, turned around and walked out.

"Hey!" Chang Yuan couldn't help but want to hit someone.

The team was still moving forward, and Ding Qi could not leave for too long. Seeing that there were no noteworthy stores around, he turned back to the team.

But after the young man left, another hover car flew over.

This time, a middle-aged man got out of the car. He came in and scanned around. He was not polite and said directly: "I heard that you have medicines here?"

Hearing this, Chu Qianyang raised his eyelids.

There are drugs they sell here, but they have been sold out today, so they are not visible on the shelves. But this person seems to have learned about them from elsewhere, so he can think about who told him.

Chu Qianyang did not deny it and said bluntly: "Sold out."

These words sounded a bit like provocation, and the middle-aged man's expression darkened, and he was very dissatisfied with his casual and disrespectful attitude.

"What a coincidence?" He raised the corners of his lips, but there was no smile: "It disappeared as soon as I came."

Chu Qianyang felt that this person had a tendency to be delusional about persecution: "You may be mistaken. Once it is sold out, it is sold out, and no one will come."

"Huh." The middle-aged man still didn't believe it: "You mean you don't even have any inventory?"

He actually even knew that they had inventory.

Chu Qianyang sneered, but it was such a coincidence that all their last batch of remaining goods were sold out today. Except for what he had prepared, there was really nothing left.

"No." Chu Qianyang was too lazy to explain.

There was obviously a medical clinic opposite, but instead of going there, this man came to them and said that it was not intentional, but no one would believe him.

"I think you just don't want to take it out."

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at them with eyes full of arrogance and disdain: "It's your honor that I'm willing to set foot on any of these things, but you actually have some dirty thoughts hidden in them. You really can't put them on the stage."

Chang Yuan suddenly became angry and was about to get up, but was held back by Ning Heyu.
Chapter completed!