Colonial Suit

The councilors of the Universe Mercenary Union are a very interesting bunch.

They abandoned their **, retaining only their brains to improve work efficiency. This allows them to process massive amounts of data in an instant, but also deprives them of their **. Without ** they cannot experience sex or eating. No touch, no smell, no taste, only sight and hearing.

So, for most councilors, this is their only pleasure. Of course, it also fosters all sorts of quirks.

For example, the Sal Jones before him is a famous 'connoisseur'. His hobby is watching dances, musicals, midnight shows, and the like.

Of course, don't think he has much artistic talent. In fact, his biggest hobby is watching stripteases.

Performed by men.

The more powerful the warrior, the more he likes the dance. So, within the mercenary union, countless people have suffered his 'poisonous touch'. Any mercenary related to him has been 'ravaged' by him to some extent. The list is endless, bringing tears to those who hear it.

However, despite such vile tastes, Sal Jones's reputation among the councilors is considered above average. Especially among those mercenaries he has 'ravaged', some laugh bitterly, some are angry, some disdain him, but none hate him. The reason is that Councilor Sal Jones is truly a wonderful person. He is willing to 'help' the mercenaries.

Whether it's resource allocation, local disputes, or even advanced information urgently needed by Universe Warriors, he can provide it for you. As long as you satisfy his little wish. A percentage point of a mission's reward can easily be millions of star coins, and he can provide various scarce potions. If you provoke someone you can't afford to offend, he might just say a word, and that person might suddenly let you go. At the very least, if you need information for evolution, cover for infiltration, or even to deal with small civilizations and countries in lower worlds, it's just a matter of minutes.

One is willing to hit, and the other is willing to be hit.

Poor Ganze, though imposing, was truly held by Sal Jones because of his failure to evolve during the Meteorite Advance. Without Sal Jones's help, he wouldn't have evolved to the Planetary level, let alone survived.

So, this is a great favor that must be repaid... As for how to repay it...

Dance a little, darling...

In the silent room, Blood瞳 watched Ganze's face change from white to red, then from red to black. Veins bulged on his forehead, and steam rose from his head. He was very worried that this guy would suddenly go berserk.

You must know that Universe Warriors are proud. How could they accept such humiliating demands? Blood瞳 was not familiar with Sal Jones and wouldn't know his methods.

But then, something that surprised Blood瞳 happened. Ganze actually lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"Right here?"

"Oh, darling. I almost forgot if you didn't mention it." Sal Jones's expression was exaggerated, and he patted the lid of his brain container with his mechanical hand, making a very 'human' gesture.

"I remember that you have been fighting recently, collecting information and resources. You want to break through to the Stellar level, right? My little Ganze is a very ambitious, very courageous boy. No, I can't let you take advantage of me. How can the old man eat you now after putting so much effort into catching you?"

"Let's postpone it for now. I'll come find you when you evolve to the Stellar level." After Sal Jones finished speaking, he hurriedly cut off the communication, as if afraid Ganze would change his mind.

Blood瞳 was speechless. This guy, does he even want to watch a Stellar-level powerhouse perform a striptease for him?

How much courage does that take?

But after this incident, Blood瞳 roughly understood this councilor's personality. The Ganze next to him also turned around in a timely manner, with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"This... I'm sorry, you had to see that."

"It's okay," Blood瞳 replied. "I've long heard that our councilors are a group of people with personality. Now it seems, uh. Not bad."

A cloud of black lines burst out on Ganze's head.

This is not bad? You haven't seen his truly vile side yet...

Extending his poisonous touch to the Stellar level is nothing. This old guy once had his sights set on His Majesty...

Although he suffered miserably that time.

After a moment of silence, Ganze, who had handed over the mission, got up and left the next day. After saying goodbye to Blood瞳, he jumped into his speeder with his butt on fire and sped away.

However, Blood瞳 could tell from his posture that he meant to escape in a hurry. It seemed that Sal Jones's blow to him was not light.

Next, were Blood瞳's boring days.

The mercenary headquarters' arrangements for him were really too lenient.

The entire manor revolved around him, all the maids, servants, and resources belonged to him. Whenever he wanted, he could summon any maid to his bed. He could also do some messy things in the manor. The manor had the best entertainment equipment below the Third World. Large-scale singing and dancing, even operas and theaters. If he liked hunting for beauty, there were professional guides and servants at any time. If he liked military matters, there were also hundreds of trainee-level warriors on standby. In general, this was a paradise on earth. It could satisfy all the pitiful desires of human beings.

The only requirement was to go to the medical center once a day to receive fixed medical tests to prevent Blood瞳 from carrying any unknown viruses and germs.

This was of course an excuse. Even a fool would know that the medical center was definitely not simple. The examinations and collections that Blood瞳 needed to undergo here had long exceeded the normal scope. Blood and gene samples were also taken. But everything was fruitless.

In fact, there could be no results.

At Blood瞳's level, his ** has only one master. That is himself. In his own domain, he is the supreme master. No change can escape him. Ordinary people cannot control their heartbeat, cannot control blood flow, cannot control cell proliferation, cannot control cell aging, and cannot control gene mutation. But for Blood瞳, nothing is a problem.

His ** is his domain, his ** is his weapon!!

Not to mention the strange existences like the Core, the Implant, and the Abyss within him.

The mercenary headquarters wanting to find a breakthrough in this regard can only be said that their brains have just been stirred by mechanical tentacles.

So, in the following days, Blood瞳's life had many more trivial matters. For example, the cup he drank from disappeared, the bedding he slept on was suddenly taken to be cleaned, and every night there was a line of maids waiting for him to favor them. It was just like children playing house, full of loopholes.

Blood瞳 was very clear that this was all the work of the mercenary headquarters. But he didn't care at all.

He waited, waiting for the day when the councilor would personally meet him.

However, what Blood瞳 didn't expect was that he didn't wait for the councilor, but instead waited for a provocation.

A provocation from a Planetary-level powerhouse. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)

ps: Just one update, Xiao Dao is back from work, very tired.