Liu Wei's voice went softer, almost rueful.
"This was my father's dream. I don't want the cannon for myself. If you build it, use it however you need. All I want is to build it—prove the design. As for the armor you asked for, I'll deliver Sky‑grade sets—top tier—if you supply the right materials: compatible spirit cores, mythril ore, and black titanium blocks."
There was a pause as Sungjun let the offer settle.
Finally, with that calm, measured tone he used for everything consequential, Sungjun answered: "I'll need to see your work first. Build the two armor sets to specification. We'll talk about funding later."
Liu Wei bowed his head and accepted the condition. "Understood. I won't waste the opportunity."
*
A couple of hours later, Sungjun and Liu Wei were sharing lunch in quiet contemplation. Midway through, a servant entered and bowed, reporting, "Sir, the chopper has entered the city skies."
Sungjun nodded once. "Good. Prepare the landing pad."
