Colonial Suit

"Fat Pig, what do you want to do?"

Just then, a voice rang out from the back of the hall. Fat Pig's pupils constricted violently, and his face turned ashen.

He was familiar with this voice, because just the day before yesterday, he had knelt almost humbly at the feet of the voice's owner, begging for a larger share of control. Everything he had came from a single word from this voice's owner. Don't let his current imposing appearance fool you, the other party could turn him into a corpse in the blink of an eye.

A word to heaven, a word to hell.

"Ah... it's, it's you here..." Fat Pig immediately put on a surprised expression, and then scurried over to a man who had emerged from the back. He fawned obsequiously, smiling ingratiatingly. "Really, I didn't even know you had arrived, I'm so sorry."

Saying that, he yelled at the stunned thugs around him. "What are you all looking at? Hurry up and call him Lord Gier! And put away your weapons, you, you, you. Want to die? How dare you point your weapons at Lord Gier?"

Fat Pig's face changed faster than flipping a book, causing the numerous thugs to roll their eyes. However, under Fat Pig's lewd power, they quickly put away their weapons. Then Fat Pig, with an ingratiating smile, nodded and bowed to Gier. "May I ask, Lord, what brings you here..."

"I'm just here to take a look." Gier was curt with Fat Pig.

In fact, although he was only a Star Pirate vassal, the lowest rank in the cosmic warrior system, his status was much higher than Fat Pig's. If it weren't for profit, Gier wouldn't even bother to look at Fat Pig.

But now he had no choice but to come. It was because of the increasingly tense situation recently. There was news that the Cosmic Mercenaries had sent out counter-offensive personnel. Their time to stay on T6 was limited. So during this time, Gier had to seize resources. Otherwise, he would have come to T6 for nothing.

As a vassal, he obviously had no part in such large-scale harvesting operations like conquering planets. He could only find ways to exploit these small-time thugs. Fat Pig was like this, and so was Ross, the owner of the Blue Light Bar. So today, Gier came here only to obtain greater benefits.

Sure enough, as soon as he spoke, the fat on Fat Pig's face twitched, and his smile stiffened.

Gier's attitude was not clear, but what kind of person was he? As the boss of a block, he could see Gier's true attitude at a glance. That was to play hard to get!

This damned Star Pirate vassal was no longer satisfied with his monthly tribute, he wanted to play big. To stir up conflict in the T1 block and profit from it!

Fat Pig didn't know how insignificant this was to Gier, but it was too serious for him. It meant that he could no longer rule the roost, and that he would have to pay an even greater price to obtain the same benefits as before.

Competition...

The bloody word flashed through Fat Pig's mind. But on the surface, he still maintained his respectful demeanor. He carefully asked. "But Lord Gier, the matter between me and Boss Ross..."

"I can't be bothered." Gier replied impatiently. "I only want the monthly tribute, I'll support whoever can offer more. And this time, it can't be paid monthly, I want to take five years' worth in one go."

Five years!?

Fat Pig's heart twitched, and he almost fainted.

Five years of monthly tribute!? How could he have the nerve to ask for it? That was a huge sum of hundreds of thousands of Star Coins. Not to mention Fat Pig, even the entire T6 space station probably couldn't come up with it. Was his head filled with water? To actually make such an unreasonable request?

However, Fat Pig also knew that since Gier dared to make the request, Boss Ross must have given the other party an answer. Otherwise, he would never have been so sure to make such an exorbitant demand. Even if he didn't give it, Boss Ross would definitely satisfy his appetite.

However, Fat Pig himself couldn't imagine how Boss Ross could come up with this money. This amount was too huge. It was definitely not a problem that a bar owner could solve.

"This... Lord Gier... you see... can you reduce it a little?" With a try-it-and-see attitude, Fat Pig made an effort.

"Impossible." Gier refused outright. At the same time, he gave Fat Pig a cold look. His time was limited, and he didn't have time to slowly squeeze oil from these trash.

Just then, Boss Ross also spoke. He first took a sip of red wine. Then he said to Fat Pig in a leisurely manner. "Boss Fat Pig, since Lord Gier has already spoken. That is an order. Do you have any complaints?"

"No... of course not." Fat Pig was startled. He hated Ross in his heart. He was asking him to die by saying this at this time. As long as he showed a little dissatisfaction, there would definitely be another corpse in the T1 block's sewer tomorrow, still unrecognizable rotten meat.

Thinking of this, Ross was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He directly said to Ross fiercely. "Boss Ross, what exactly do you want? Don't forget that this is the T1 block. Besides the monthly tribute, you also need corresponding strength to control it. Don't you think your strength is stronger than mine?"

"You don't need to worry about that." Boss Ross still had that leisurely attitude. Fat Pig's teeth itched just looking at him.

However, now that it had come to this, he could only grit his teeth and hold on. So he loudly said to Gier. "Lord Gier, I wonder if you can give me some time?"

"How much time do you need?" Gier asked with a cold face. The income of hundreds of thousands of Star Coins could indeed make him more patient. You should know that this money was a huge sum even for him as a vassal.

"Fifteen days." Fat Pig gritted his teeth and vowed. "As long as it's fifteen days, I will definitely be able to come up with the monthly tribute you want."

"Fifteen days?" Gier calculated. This time was within the allowable range. He didn't believe that the Cosmic Mercenaries could counterattack T6 and succeed within fifteen days. And it was worth the risk to exchange such a short time for the wealth that he couldn't get in a year's mission.

"Okay. Then fifteen days." Gier said indifferently. Then he turned his gaze to Boss Ross, who had been leisurely all along.

"Ross, I have already fulfilled your request. Then what about the thing you promised me?"

"You will see it soon." Ross smiled slightly, and then clapped his hands.

Immediately, a group of people walked out from the back of the bar. They were all wearing simple combat suits, with numb expressions. Their movements were monotonous like machines. But Fat Pig suddenly widened his eyes, revealing a vigilant gaze.

Of course he knew what these people were, they were war slaves! Combat consumables that had been injected with mutated bacteria. If the thugs under him were just a bunch of scrubs with a combat power of only 5, then the combat power of these war slaves was at least 10, and they didn't care about life and death, and had no fear.

What was Boss Ross going to do? What did he promise Gier?

A question flashed through Fat Pig's mind.

But his question was quickly answered. Gier just glanced at these war slaves and frowned.

"Ross, I helped you transport these war slaves in. They are still the same as before, what about the Alpha mutated bacteria you promised me? Didn't you say that as long as they are injected with this bacteria, you would have a way to increase their combat power fivefold? Why don't I see it?"

Alpha bacteria? Combat power increased fivefold?

Fat Pig was immediately startled. He knew too well what this meant. It meant a big deal. The huge price difference between low-level and mid-level war slaves. If there really was a bacteria that could increase combat power fivefold, then the money from reselling war slaves alone would be enough to make even an apprentice-level warrior jealous.

No wonder Gier would support Ross, it turned out that he had such a trump card in his hand.

But how could such a technology be mastered by a bar owner in a low-level world? You should know that even in the Fifth World, such a technology is a taboo...

"Hehe..." Just then, Boss Ross laughed. He suddenly put down his wine glass and laughed so hard that he bent over. Even a fool could see that there was something wrong with that strange behavior.

In his laughter, Gier's face became increasingly ugly. He also exuded a faint murderous aura. He quietly looked at Boss Ross, watching him laugh wildly. He asked in a森冷的tone.

"What? Is what I said so funny?"

"No... it's not funny..." Boss Ross finally stopped laughing, but his face was a little distorted. "But it's too funny... If it weren't for this, how could you have helped me transport war slaves into T6?"

What!?

Hearing Boss Ross's words, everyone's faces changed. At the same time, an ominous premonition arose.

Just as they were horrified. A figure slipped out of the war slave group like a ghost, and came to Gier's side in just a moment.

This figure had been hiding in the war slave group, and no one had noticed him. And his appearance was as fast as lightning. Even though Gier had been on high alert, he didn't react.

However, he was indeed a Star Pirate, and he managed to take half a step back at the same time, and punched the figure.

Gier was a melee fighter, and this punch had at least nearly a thousand kilograms of force. It was about to collide with the black figure.

But although he was fast enough, the black figure was even faster. He simply raised his hand. A right arm wrapped around Gier's fist like a spiritual snake. Immediately afterwards, he twisted it. With a snap, Gier's arm turned into a ball of twists.

The pain immediately swept through Gier's body, and his face twitched in pain. But the experienced him already knew that it was a matter of life and death. He actually ignored his arm, roared, and was about to activate his armor.

But it was too late, in this instant. The figure had already circled behind Gier. Two fingers directly clasped onto Gier's throat, and just squeezed it gently.

Crack...

Gier heard the sound of his Adam's apple shattering.

The strength of his whole body disappeared in an instant, and he fell softly at the feet of the figure. It was not until this time that he saw clearly that the figure was a man with a cold expression. His short black hair was messy, and there were some faint blood spots in his eyes.

Blood spots... you are...

A terrible name immediately flashed through Gier's mind, followed by a blackness in front of him, and he lost consciousness...