Colonial Suit

A group of people was already in the living room. The most eye-catching among them was a young man in a gorgeous dress. He was lying on the table, playing games on his smart device while shouting loudly, surrounded by a group of beautiful girls.

However, the one who had spoken rudely just now was not him, but a skinny man beside him. He was lying in a recliner, leering at the maids of the Romick family, all the while shouting boisterously.

“Our great Lord Barquero isn't here to waste time. Tell that damned Blood瞳 to come out. We'll finish up and leave. Can you afford to delay Lord Barquero's entrance tonight?”

“Yes, yes.” Several other obviously lecherous guys chimed in, acting like complete sycophants.

Robbie walked into the living room at this moment, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

“Who are you?” The skinny man was the first to attack, shouting in a shrill voice. “Are you the Blood瞳?”

“I'm Robbie,” Robbie replied with a smile, performing a standard mercenary salute. He said neither humbly nor arrogantly, “If I remember correctly, I am also one of the targets of this verification.”

“Is that so? Let me see.” The skinny man frowned, took out a smart device, and flipped through it casually, revealing a sneer.

“Robbie, Confession Priest?”

“Just entered Meteor rank?”

“Yes,” Robbie nodded in response, his smile unchanged.

But the next moment, his smile froze.

The skinny man casually swiped on the smart device and said to Robbie, “You're no longer on the verification list.”

Not on the verification list?

A cold glint flashed in Robbie's eyes. He knew exactly what this meant. It meant that he could not be officially recognized by headquarters yet. To obtain Meteor rank status, he would need to undergo a series of missions. While this was not a big deal, it was obviously much more troublesome than direct verification.

This skinny man was falsifying information right in front of him!

A burst of malicious laughter erupted in the living room. Several mercenaries laughed so hard they bent over, giving Robbie disdainful looks.

“A newly promoted Meteor rank wanting to participate in the verification? Are you crazy?”

“Do you think you're a direct warrior?”

“Just a little guy, probably not even in Meteor First Order. Let him do a few more missions to train.”

“This is for his own good. We have to ensure quality for headquarters. We can't just let nominal guys sneak in.”

“If you want to be recognized, go do your missions!”

Taunts and malicious laughter filled the air as everyone made fun of Robbie. Several maids of the Romick family paled in fright. Every mercenary present was not a good person. Being dispatched by the mercenary headquarters meant they had at least matching strength. The Romick family definitely could not afford to offend them easily, leaving them at a loss.

Robbie didn't even bat an eyelid, maintaining a sunny smile on his face. But if Blood瞳 were present, he would have noticed that his gaze had changed. Beneath the faint smile was a hidden coldness, like ice crystals in sunlight, clear yet icy.

When the laughter gradually subsided, he twitched the corner of his mouth and politely said to the skinny man, “Excuse me, are you Lord Barquero?”

“Hmm?” The skinny man's face stiffened, and he shot out a cold glare. “What do you mean?”

“I'm asking if you are the leader of this verification, Lord Barquero,” Robbie said, placing his right hand on his chest. His black priest's robe fluttered gently, impeccably graceful.

But his question made the skinny man's mood sour. He first glanced discreetly at the young man playing games beside him before frowning and answering.

“I'm not Lord Barquero. What exactly do you want to say?”

“So you're not the leader…” Robbie finally raised his head, revealing a non-smiling expression. “But looking at your actions just now, I thought you were Lord Barquero. Since when did headquarters have warriors who can make decisions on behalf of the leader? Or are you saying that even Lord Barquero can be ignored in your presence?”

“You!?” The skinny man's face changed instantly, looking embarrassed and angry.

But he was more fearful. Because Robbie's words hit his weak spot. With Lord Barquero sitting right beside him, his behavior had indeed overstepped his authority. Perhaps Lord Barquero might not care because he was focused on the game. But in this formal setting, it would be troublesome if Robbie seized on this point.

Thinking of this, he glanced anxiously at the side, only to find that the red-haired young man was still intently watching the game. He breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The mercenaries around him began to stir, each one as if they had been stepped on the tail.

“What are you saying, kid!”

“Are you looking for death? Damn priest. This is Lord Telke! How dare you be rude to Lord Telke?”

“Lord Telke has already reached Meteor Third Order and is a genius about to enter Comet rank! What are you?”

“Damn it, do you know who you're talking to?”

For a time, emotions ran high, and almost all the mercenaries showed dissatisfaction with Robbie. After all, when had these verification personnel from headquarters ever been questioned like this? Wherever they went, they were treated like honored guests, almost like gods. Over time, they had become accustomed to this treatment. Now, suddenly being accused by Robbie felt like being slapped in the face.

More importantly, Robbie's words exposed their fig leaf. That was, in front of a true Comet rank, they were nothing.

You see, most of these mercenaries, except for Barquero, were vassals or descendants of some big mercenaries. The mercenary headquarters allowed them to join the verification team to give these big mercenaries face. There was some intention of taking care of them. In terms of strength, they were not much. This made them a little inferior and particularly unable to bear the contempt of others.

Telke's face was also gloomy.

He was a little different from the other 'second generations'. Because among these 'second generations', he was considered relatively powerful. It only took him five years to reach the third level of Meteor rank. He usually prided himself on being a 'genius'. Now, being confronted by Robbie in person made him furious.

Finding that the red-haired young man next to him hadn't noticed them, Telke's eyes rolled, and he gave a mercenary next to him a look.

That guy immediately understood and stood up, walking towards Robbie with a malicious smile.

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“Robbie, right? Do you know what you're saying? We are the verification team! Do you know the verification team? If you apologize immediately, maybe I can beg Lord Telke to intercede for you…”

As he spoke, he seemingly inadvertently patted Robbie on the shoulder.

This action was very simple, looking like he was just trying to get closer. But what kind of person was Robbie? With just one glance, he noticed a faint red light flickering between his fingers, obviously activating some ability.

The corner of his mouth slightly raised, Robbie suddenly revealed a smile that was not a smile. He lowered his head and muttered, “The Lord says, I grant you humility, but you must not mistake it for weakness.”

“What did you say?” The mercenary obviously didn't hear Robbie's words clearly and asked in confusion.

At this moment, Robbie's hand suddenly flashed, and a black pistol suddenly appeared. “I said… My Lord's patience with you… has ended…”

The next moment, Robbie raised his gun and pointed it at the other party's forehead, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

With a muffled bang, the muzzle spewed out a muzzle flash that was half a meter long. The mercenary was blasted away like a cannonball. Amidst the splatter of blood… the mercenary crashed into the wall at the other end of the living room. With a bang, he smashed out a large hole.

The mercenary didn't even grunt before sliding down softly, a twisted bullet falling in front of him with a clatter.

Robbie actually killed him in one shot?

“You dare to kill him!?” All the mercenaries were shocked, looking at Robbie as if they were looking at a monster.

They never expected that Robbie would be so bold. They were the verification team of the mercenary headquarters. Wouldn't doing this be challenging the authority of the mercenary headquarters?

This… this was the first time they had seen it. In the memories of these 'second generations', no one had ever dared to be so presumptuous. Immediately, these guys began to curse, ready to kill Robbie on the spot.

But Telke didn't fly into a rage. Instead, he looked at the mercenary who had been hit at the first moment. After carefully observing him, he gasped.

Because in his eyes, the mercenary had not died. Only a shallow pit had been blasted into his forehead, and his skin was blasted with blood.

Hitting with one shot without killing, what a terrifying control this must be!?

Telke's gaze towards Robbie suddenly became vigilant. His heart tightened.

Of course, he was different from ordinary 'second generations'. Having reached the third level of Meteor rank and only one step away from entering Comet rank, he could naturally see the power of Robbie's attack. This was not just a matter of control, but more importantly, Robbie's shot clearly had absolute certainty.

This was confidence, absolute confidence in controlling the situation! What did this mean? It meant that this handsome and sunny priest didn't take them seriously at all!

Could it be that he had just entered Meteor rank, but was an old hand pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger?

With vigilance in his heart, Telke didn't dare to be careless. He just watched the crowd attack Robbie with a cold eye. His face was so gloomy that water could drip from it…

But Robbie seemed not to feel the anger of the crowd, still maintaining a gentle smile. Seeing that several mercenaries were about to surround him, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at Barquero, who was still playing the game, as if inadvertently. He spread his hands slightly, and the Light-Dark Confession appeared in his hands at the same time…

“The Lord says… Those whom it wishes to destroy, it first makes mad…”

“Wait… Wait!” Telke's pupils suddenly shrank, feeling a terrible chill.