Before long, Su Mo hurried to the entrance of the grocery store.
Seeing the store still open, he let out a sigh of relief. He calmed his nerves before walking inside.
Inside the dimly-lit store, the old man stood expressionless at the counter.
"Old man."
Su Mo hurried over and called out.
The old man slowly lifted his head, his murky eyes fixed on Su Mo, and asked unhurriedly, "What's the matter?"
"Old man, isn't my mecha going to be ready in another three months? Can you put in extra hours to finish it sooner?"
Su Mo asked straight out.
"Why?"
The old man scrutinized Su Mo with a cold gaze.
"Isn't the Royal Order selection happening in a month? Without a mecha, what's the point?"
Su Mo explained helplessly.
"Impossible, the last three months are crucial for various adjustments and performance activation, it's not possible to speed it up. If you'd notified me earlier, maybe I could have thought of something. But now, with just a month, it's out of the question."
