Colonial Suit

“I've kept your collections for you.”

“Lia misses you quite a bit and hasn't been with another man. She's a good girl, you should take responsibility for her.”

“Most of your old comrades are dead. Only old Bobby is still alive, but he only has one leg left. I've arranged some light work for him, and he should be able to come see you in a while.”

Before the drinking began, Hagi, ignoring the gradually gathering crowd, hugged Singel and rambled on. It was as if he wanted to tell him everything that had happened during Singel's absence. Singel wasn't in a hurry either, listening with a smile. But he didn't even glance at Boswell, as if he was just a puff of air.

But in reality, Boswell's right hand was still grabbing Hagi's neck...

The surrounding crowd became denser, and some hunters gathered around, knives flashing between their fingers, their faces as menacing as could be.

Boswell didn't move… he was observing.

He wanted to see just how powerful this man, who had long been praised as a god in Shangri-La, really was. It was said that he had been taken away by cosmic mercenaries seven years ago and was now a member of them. But Boswell couldn't see anything special about him.

No pressure of a strongman, no violent energy fluctuations, and no terrifying aura. Singel gave him the feeling of being an ordinary person, except for those frightening scars.

Yes, frightening...

Singel wasn't wearing armor at the moment, only wearing shorts, his upper body bare. On that steel-like network of muscles, huge and narrow marks could be seen everywhere, some even extending from his neck to his waist. What surprised Boswell the most were the circular scars on his chest and back, as if something had pierced through there. But the problem was, that location was the heart...

A guy whose heart had been pierced, and he was still alive? Boswell felt incredible.

But this didn't hinder his confidence.

So what if he had a body full of scars? It only showed that Singel had a miserable time outside. In his words, he was beaten every day. What was there to be afraid of about such a person?

This world was based on strength after all… Boswell believed that when he showed his power, he would definitely know what to choose.

His armor slightly shifted, Boswell raised his left hand to grab Singel. At the same time, he said, "Singel? Do you know who I am…"

“You're blocking my way!”

Before Boswell could finish speaking, Singel suddenly waved his hand impatiently. At the same time, Boswell felt a rustling sound in his ears, the world spinning, and he couldn't tell east from west. Then, a tearing pain spread throughout his body, and he fainted.

But what others saw was a different scene.

They saw Singel simply wave his hand and send Boswell flying. Fragments scattered everywhere as he flew, and his armor disintegrated in mid-air. By the time he landed far away, even his shadow had disappeared, and no trace of him could be seen.

Clatter...

A small knife fell to the ground, then another, and another...

All the hunters nearby opened their mouths wide, their eyes wide. Their wooden and clay-like appearance made them look like puppets.

What... what was this?

Was that 'baseball' that was shot out Boswell? That guy who was proud to the bone?

In an instant, all the hunters felt the world turned upside down. Their muddled brains could no longer think.

It was Hagi who laughed as if he had known it all along. His one arm fiercely hugged Singel's neck and shouted to all the hunters.

“Guys, this is Singel I told you about. How about it? Is he good enough!? Is he strong enough!?!”

“Oh!! Brother Hagi!”

“Oh!! Brother Singel!!”

Cheers rang out, and the hunters went crazy. Even though the sky was still turning dark, their nature of worshiping the strong made them forget everything. What was death? What was a threat? We have Brother Hagi, we have Brother Singel! Even if we die tomorrow, being able to see such a strongman, and a strongman on our side, made the hunters feel their adrenaline pumping. Their whole bodies trembled with excitement!

Yes, in the apocalypse, what is the guarantee of survival? What is the hope of living?

It's a domineering man like Brother Singel! What about the so-called Black Tide? At worst, there will be another apocalypse. The hunters didn't care!

For a time, cheers before the bar resounded like thunder, like a festival. This made a group of warriors who had just walked into the gate of Shangri-La puzzled. They were all wearing new military uniforms, and some were even equipped with armor. They were holding 'advanced' firearms. They were the army sent by the Land of Paradise to conquer this place. But they never thought that they would not encounter any interception along the way, and then see such a scene after entering.

What are these hunters cheering for? Are they welcoming us?

The soldiers were confused...

But this didn't prevent them from carrying out their mission. They immediately deployed an attack formation, and armored vehicles also drove up from behind. With a rattling sound of gun bolts, a military officer shouted at the hunters.

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“Put down your weapons. We are the Millika Legion of the Land of Paradise, you are surrounded! From now on, Shangri-La is under the jurisdiction of the Land of Paradise. Resistors will be killed without mercy!”

Immediately, the area before the bar became quiet, and the hunters looked at each other. After a brief silence, even louder laughter erupted.

“Hahaha… what did I hear? Surrounded? Killed without mercy?”

“Are they going to bully us?”

“It's suppression, you idiot, the people from the Land of Paradise are regular soldiers, they have to use official language. Although the meaning is about the same.”

“Haha, I'm so scared, so scared, so scared…”

Harsh laughter rose and fell, and the officer's face became darker and darker. He had long heard that Shangri-La was ruled by a lord named Hagi, and the hunters under him were unruly. But he never thought they would be so annoying. Those strange-looking hunters, holding broken daggers, were provoking him there. Did they not know how powerful they were?

The Land of Paradise was the first force to rise in X35, a regular country! How could they allow these vagrants to insult them?

The officer's face turned green, and as he raised his hand to speak, he saw the hunters separate to both sides, revealing two men among them. These two men were still hugging each other's necks, with thick cigars in their mouths, chatting and laughing. As if noticing the officer's presence, a one-armed man finally tilted his head and snapped his fingers.

“Okay, guys. We have guests, oh, it seems these guests are not very friendly. But it doesn't matter, today is the day my brother and I are reunited, a little blood is enough to decorate the festival, don't you think?”

“Oh, of course, Brother Hagi!”

“Let us do it! I have my eye on that armor!”

“Take care of them, and we'll give Brother Singel a welcome drink!”

In a burst of roaring shouts, seven or eight turrets suddenly rose on the surrounding walls. The dark muzzles were aimed at the soldiers of the Land of Paradise in the center. Outside, there were rows of anti-armor missiles painted with shark camouflage. The excited faces of the hunters flashed in front of the officer, each face was so ferocious, so thirsty.

Dare to bully Brother Hagi of Shangri-La?

Even when Brother Singel is not around, it's impossible!! (To be continued..)