Li Ming looked up and laughed, "You're not very good at flattering people. Just say what you want to say."
Clyde was a bit embarrassed and said in a low voice, "I want to rent some mechanical bodies."
Li Ming's eyes flickered; he was curious about this Clyde and found it a good excuse to probe him. He waved his hand, "No problem, how many do you need?"
"Well..." Clyde hesitated, "We are still an exile fleet, defined as a terrorist organization by civilization. So, if you trade with us..."
Li Ming interrupted calmly, "Don't worry, the Mechanical Court is based in the Chaotic Star Gap and is not governed by any civilization. We'll trade with whoever we want."
Clyde's heart trembled slightly. Such bold words, when could they also have such capital?
"First, rent... rent a thousand... not combat types, just these auxiliary types that can perform basic industrial manufacturing... how much will it cost?" Clyde asked hesitantly.
