Gazing at Arcee not far ahead, Leon knew she would return on her own, but he still made a decisive call: “Bro, lend me some juice.”
Without waiting for Tony’s consent, Leon placed a hand over the miniature Arc Reactor on Tony’s chest and began rapidly absorbing the electrical energy it released.
In no time, the Mark 3’s systems went dark.
Tony’s view vanished into complete blackness, leaving only the tiny eye slits of the helmet to offer a view outside.
Meanwhile, a brilliant gold light flared across Leon’s body.
He grabbed hold of Tony and, with a secondary burst of acceleration, rocketed toward Arcee.
The Starlight Template could initially only absorb electrical energy.
Although Leon himself was equivalent to a nuclear reactor with abundant energy, it was currently difficult for him to convert and utilize it.
Once he became more proficient with the Starlight Template’s superpowers, this minor flaw would soon be overcome.
“Shit!”
“Leon, are you trying to kill me?”
“The Arc Reactor is going into overload!
Stop!” Tony yelled.
“Bro, bear with it for a second.
I’ll be quick,” Leon comforted him, then explained to Arcee, who was now close by: “Hey, Arcee, this is Tony, my twin brother.
He was just joking with you earlier, no offense intended.”
“Twin brother?”
“I hope he learns that a girl’s attire is a very serious matter,” Arcee replied earnestly after taking a moment to process.
Because Leon was so handsome, Arcee felt Tony didn’t look like him at all.
Hearing this, Leon shook Tony in his hands, gesturing for him to say a few words.
Tony realized where the issue lay as well, and spoke with understanding: “Arcee, my apologies.
I never imagined a motorcycle could also be a girl with such delicate and sensitive feelings.”
“Arcee, you’re a very beautiful girl.”
“After all, I built that bike.
What father in the world wouldn’t love a child he poured his heart and soul into creating?”
“Of course, I don’t mean you’re my child.
It’s just a figure of speech,” Tony explained.
“…”
After a brief silence, Arcee replied, “I should apologize to you too, Leon’s brother.
I shouldn’t have been so rude to you just now.”
“Long live understanding!” Tony blew a cheerful whistle.
Leon breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stopped absorbing energy from the miniature Arc Reactor that Tony used for life support and suit power.
With power restored, the Mark 3’s systems rebooted instantly.
Under Tony’s control, it quickly regained its normal flight posture.
Without external electrical charging, the golden light on Leon’s body flickered out, and he lost his flight propulsion, plunging headfirst toward the ocean below.
Tony originally intended to let Leon freefall for a bit as revenge for absorbing his energy without permission.
However, Arcee immediately flew down to catch Leon, letting him mount her seat—which was her waist.
“Thanks, Arcee.”
“No, it’s what I should do, Leon.”
Now that Leon had discovered she wasn’t a cold, unfeeling machine, Arcee dropped the act altogether.
What should follow was the conventional plot: Arcee pouring her heart out to him, him offering tender comfort, and then winning the beauty’s heart.
Yet, right after this…
Arcee sank back into her gloom.
It seemed she still hadn’t emerged from the shadow of losing all her companions.
*Building a bond with Arcee is going to take a long, long time,* Leon thought to himself.
Still, he was in no rush.
For a proud, distant female warrior who had lost everything like Arcee, the simplest strategy to win her over was to display his own power.
This point was recorded in Arcee’s “operating manual” as well.
“Haha!”
Sitting on Arcee’s waist, Leon couldn’t help but let out a burst of wild laughter as he thought of the subtle details.
Observing Leon in silence, Arcee couldn’t help but doubt herself: *Is taking shelter beneath this savior really the right choice?*
*He seems…
a bit like a bad guy?*
*And…
none of my partners ever met a good end.* Arcee feared that one day, Leon, her savior, would follow in their footsteps.
Judging from the brightness of the vehicle’s dashboard screen and the strength of the anti-inertia field, Leon could tell Arcee’s mood was down.
He began his verbal therapy.
After showering her with compliments from head to toe, the reserved, traditional Arcee found it completely overwhelming.
“Leon, don’t be like this.
There are plenty of motorcycles in the world.”
“But you’re the only one I want.”