C105 Dragon Flame

"Can this... be sold?"

Crocodile swallowed hard, eyeing Esaki.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he had the feeling that this ship might pack more punch than the weapon Pluto.

"You might want to take some antibiotics."

Esaki's lips curled into a faint smile.

He had spent over a month building this ship; selling it was out of the question