Colonial Suit

The line wasn't fast, but it was resolute. Even amidst the dense black tide, it would plow out a path. The black tide churned and gathered on both sides of the line, yet it couldn't stop it in any way, and even the trace it left behind took a long time to heal.

At the tip of that line was a tiny point of light.

Following Haji's gaze, Bo Saier also noticed the line, and his eyes couldn't help but turn cold.

"What is that?"

"I don't know," Haji answered honestly. "But if my feeling is right, he should be my brother, and also that guy you've heard of but never seen."

"Singer! ?" Bo Saier's pupils suddenly contracted, his tone as cold as ice.

Who was Singer? He might not be famous elsewhere, but in Shangri-La, he was a legend. A hunter from the apocalypse, taken as a vassal by the cosmic mercenaries. In the eyes of ordinary people, that meant embarking on the path to godhood. What's more, such a figure came from Shangri-La? Every hunter struggling in the apocalypse felt honored.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this was their future, their hero.

Bo Saier had naturally heard many stories about Singer. He also knew that before becoming a vassal, he had spent a long time in the Land of Paradise, with the highest rank of Captain, which was very unsatisfactory.

But that didn't matter. Singer's achievements were there for all to see. From the moment he was taken away by Blood Eye, he was no longer an ordinary person, but a great legend that could be sung until the end of the apocalypse.

In the hundreds of years of x35, who else had been taken away by mercenaries to become a member of the cosmic strong?

No one! (Blood Eye doesn't count, it's a secret, and Li'er doesn't count, it was a population migration.)

Singer was the only one among the nonexistent!

For all these reasons, what reason did Bo Saier have not to admire him? Not to yearn for him? Even if he denied it a thousand times, in the deepest part of his heart, he still regarded Singer as his idol, the goal to strive for.

But. He didn't expect Singer to come back.

This was x35, the apocalypse, the garbage dump, the most worthless planet in the universe. Now that Singer had left this place, what reason did he have to come back? What was he coming back for? To watch the world struggle, and then taste death?

Bo Saier couldn't understand, but since Haji said so, he believed it.

His wrist trembled slightly, and Bo Saier's gaze turned to the wine behind him.

"I advise you not to do that," Haji's eyes were hazy with drunkenness, but his tone became dangerous. "No one will tolerate threats, let alone that guy? Back then, he was just an ordinary hunter and dared to part ways with the Land of Paradise. How much stronger are you than him? If you threaten him with Liya, I'm afraid you'll be in even more trouble."

"You know what I'm thinking?" Bo Saier said sarcastically.

"It's not terrible to fear the strong. We were born in the apocalypse, and we should know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Don't worry, I won't laugh at you," Haji said calmly, seemingly not noticing Bo Saier's sarcasm.

"Laugh? Haha, hahaha," Bo Saier suddenly laughed, his body trembling slightly.

It wasn't that he lacked self-control, but Haji's words were too ridiculous. Who was he? He was Bo Saier, the most outstanding genius in the history of x35. He had reached the Apprentice level at just thirty years old. And what was the Apprentice level? Bo Saier felt it was like playing the lute to a cow to explain it to Haji! To put it bluntly, he was afraid that he would never even touch the threshold of cosmic mercenaries in his life. How could he understand the power of the Apprentice level?

Apprentice… just one step away from Meteor. Bo Saier believed that if he walked out of x35 at this moment, he would definitely be immediately absorbed by the cosmic mercenaries. Why would he live the life of an ordinary person? He stayed here only for Liya, to satisfy his desires.

Singer was strong?

If he remembered correctly, when he left x35, he wasn't even considered a vassal, but was only favored by that cosmic mercenary. Whether it was from strength or mentality, Bo Saier felt that he was sure of victory.

So he asked Haji with a condescending attitude.

"Do you understand the meaning of the Apprentice level?"

"I don't understand. But it should be very strong?"

"Then do you know how long it takes for a vassal to reach the Apprentice level?"

"I don't know," Haji said blankly.

"Haha…" Bo Saier laughed. He looked into Haji's eyes and said slowly, "If you don't count geniuses, it takes an average of twenty years for a normal cosmic warrior to go from vassal to Apprentice. Even elites need about ten years. This is already calculating as fast as possible, so don't doubt my assessment."

"How many years has it been since Singer left? Seven years, or ten years? Is he a transcendent elite? If not, then at this moment, he is still just a vassal. And I…"

Bo Saier pointed to himself, his eyes full of confidence. "Have already surpassed the Apprentice level and am about to touch the edge of the Meteor level."

"So, do you still insist on your opinion?"

Bo Saier said, his eyes full of sarcasm. Yes, he had the right to be sarcastic, because he was Bo Saier, the most powerful warrior in Shangri-La, no, x35! The so-called strong was a word tailored for him.

Looking at his proud and confident face, Haji fell silent, and after a while, he said, "I insist."

In the sky, the line suddenly turned and descended towards the wine. The black tide split along the way, like a small boat dispersing the waves of a lake.

Bo Saier didn't move. He just stood there, confidently looking at the sky.

He wanted to see what that man who was once regarded as his idol, the legendary man of Shangri-La, looked like, whether he had three heads and six arms, and whether he was worth his出手.

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The line fell, and a stone wave soaring into the sky was suddenly stirred up in front of the wine. When everything was quiet, there was already a huge pit with a diameter of several hundred meters. At the deepest part of the pit was an oval metal sphere.

The next moment, the sphere opened in front of all the hunters, revealing a burly bald man.

"I was knocked to death!"

The big man roared as soon as he came out, directly stunning a group of people.

The hunters looked at each other. This was Singer? The brother that Brother Haji was thinking about? A cosmic mercenary? Why didn't he look imposing at all, and was as rude as the big brother next door?

"It hurts!"

Singer continued to shout, and hurriedly climbed out of the assault pod, but behind him, countless black lines chased after him, like the tentacles of an octopus. When he felt that he couldn't catch up with Singer, he let out an unwilling scream and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Singer had the time to look outside the pit, and saw Haji at a glance.

"Ha… Haji."

"Singer," Haji laughed, ignoring that Bo Saier was grabbing his neck. "You're not dead yet?"

"If you're not dead, how can I be willing to die?" Singer replied with a big laugh, climbing up the pit in three steps and two steps, and hugged Haji tightly in his arms.

"Old buddy, I missed you so much."

"Yes, I missed you to 'death'," Haji also replied, his eyes full of tears. His only remaining right arm hugged Singer tightly, as if he was afraid he would disappear.

"Was it hard?"

"It wasn't hard, I just got beaten up every day," Singer replied, looking embarrassed. "You know, cultivation is not easy."

"What kind of sect master?"

"You wouldn't want to see him, he's a nightmare."

The two answered each other one after another, but they never looked at Bo Saier… (To be continued…)