Colonial Suit

The wind gradually subsided, and night descended upon Tarc. As darkness enveloped the city, countless lights illuminated this small town on the edge of the canyon. Drunken men and scantily clad women, striking provocative poses, were a common sight in the streets and alleys of Tarc.

Tarc was a city of hunters, and the hunter profession was dangerous. After experiencing adventures, the hunters were eager for ways to vent their pent-up emotions. Women and strong alcohol were undoubtedly the best choices. Therefore, Tarc was extremely lively every night, and the city's bars, large and small, became the hunters' extravagant playgrounds. Of course, in addition to these, brawls and crimes were also common. The Hunter's Guild turned a blind eye to all of this, which further fueled the chaos of Tarc's nights.

Bloodshot was also a part of this chaos. He strolled through the streets of Tarc, dodging the oncoming drunken crowds. After a few turns, he entered a small roadside bar. As he walked through the door, Bloodshot glanced at the sign above, which seemed to read "Fairytale Dream."

A vulgar name.

The bar was small and chaotic. The wooden structure was filled with the smell of alcohol and cheap tobacco. It was already packed with pleasure-seeking hunters. Bloodshot's entrance went unnoticed. He found a seat near a corner and sat down. A scantily clad young woman immediately appeared before him.

"Hunter Sir, what would you like to order?" The woman flashed a charming smile, deliberately bending down to expose her ample chest in front of Bloodshot's eyes, without caring that her actions attracted the lewd gazes of a group of hunters around her.

The woman had a sharp eye. She could tell at a glance that Bloodshot was different from most hunters. How should she put it? He was full of loneliness, like a lone wolf in the wilderness. Such a person either possessed great strength or amazing wealth. Undoubtedly, he was the best hunting target. Spending a night with such a man was much better than being with those burly men with muscles all over their bodies. Moreover, as a bar girl who had seen countless people, the woman clearly felt that Bloodshot also had a particularly attractive aura, a clean aura.

This was quite rare in the post-apocalyptic world where radiation pollution was everywhere.

"A rum brewed with level three water, food, and book me a room. If you can satisfy me," Bloodshot said without batting an eye. Of course, he knew what the woman's purpose was, but that was exactly what he needed. Sitting in this bar filled with stimulating odors, he also faintly felt his blood boiling. The look in his eyes at the woman in front of him was full of undisguised desire.

"Hehe, I will definitely satisfy you." The woman smiled brightly, winking at Bloodshot and licking her lips with her little tongue.

The rum came quickly, and so did a large piece of hot roast meat. Then the young woman sat down beside Bloodshot without any scruples, leaning her soft, boneless body against him. She had a good appearance, and her figure was even more fiery, immediately attracting hostile gazes from a group of hunters.

Bloodshot indifferently picked up his glass and took a sip. "It seems that the people here are not very friendly."

"How is that possible?" The girl tightened her arms, pressing her chest even closer. She replied with a charming smile, "They are just jealous, jealous that you have a wonderful night."

"Is that so?" Bloodshot shrugged noncommittally, then began to eat heartily. He ate very quickly, and in a short while, he devoured the roast meat that was enough for two people, then drank the rum in the glass in one gulp and stood up. "I hope you have arranged a room for me."

"Of course, I guarantee it's the cleanest." The girl naturally took Bloodshot's arm and led him upstairs.

But as they reached the stairs, a thick arm blocked Bloodshot's path. The owner of the arm was a burly man, as stout as a bear, with dense scars all over his body. As if to show off, the strong man only wore a pair of large underpants, exposing his muscular body and scars. He looked at Bloodshot with a drunken hiccup and malicious intentions.

"Boy... hic... this girl... I saw her first..."

"Hmm?" Bloodshot was stunned for a moment, and glanced at him without showing any emotion. This was a standard drunkard. It could be seen that he had drunk a lot, and it didn't seem like he was pretending. The look in his eyes at the girl was full of greed and possession, as if he wanted to swallow her in one bite.

Seeming to feel the strong man's gaze, the girl trembled and moved closer to Bloodshot. Bloodshot could even clearly feel the trembling.

It was too common in Tarc for hunters to fight over women. The girl obviously knew what she was about to face.

The strong man looked at the girl's trembling with satisfaction, as if satisfying the dark desires in his heart. His eyes became even more greedy. He spat at Bloodshot with disdain.

"Boy... hic... I don't want to make things difficult for you since you are also a hunter. Get out of here now. Fairytale Dream... hic... is not a place for a pretty boy like you to enter. Otherwise... I will smash your face, strip your clothes... hic... and let everyone f*** your ass."

"..." Bloodshot frowned. He could feel that everyone in the bar was paying attention here at this moment, or rather, waiting to see his good show. However, as a member of the post-apocalyptic hunters, he also knew how to handle the situation at this moment.

So he stretched out his hand and grasped the strong man's thick arm.

"Ouch!" The strong man suddenly shouted loudly. Just as everyone watched in horror, Bloodshot's five fingers sank deeply into the muscles of his arm. Immediately afterward, the strong man's thick arm suddenly bent in the opposite direction. As Bloodshot gradually exerted force, everyone even heard the friction of the strong man's arm bones. The severe pain distorted the strong man's face, and he knelt down little by little in the direction Bloodshot was exerting force.

"Hiss..." People immediately gasped, and immediately looked at this ordinary-looking young man with new eyes.

What great strength, this kind of brute force, could he be an advanced hunter with physical enhancement?

Mutated creatures were rampant in the post-apocalyptic world, but people also learned to extract the power they needed from mutated creatures. Cell-enhancing agents were such products. They could allow ordinary people to obtain qualities similar to mutants, such as increased strength or agility. However, the price of this agent was expensive, and it was definitely not something ordinary hunters could afford.

But of course, they couldn't possibly know that Bloodshot's strength was much greater than they imagined. If necessary, he could even directly twist off the strong man's arm. It's just that Bloodshot didn't want to do that.

"Bastard... damn it... it hurts... let me go!" Stimulated by the severe pain, the strong man sobered up and shouted in pain. He now understood that he had misjudged. The ordinary-looking young man in front of him was not only not a pushover, but a terrifying beast. The baleful aura that Bloodshot revealed the moment he attacked made this seasoned hunter secretly shudder.

Fortunately, Bloodshot did not push it too far. After only subduing the strong man, he released him. The moment he let go, everyone was startled. On the strong man's arm, four purplish-blue marks were deeply sunken, as if they had been clamped by iron tongs.

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The strong man gasped for breath, no longer daring to block Bloodshot's path. He glared at Bloodshot fiercely, then ran out of the bar without looking back, looking like he was going to find a pharmacist to treat him.

Bloodshot smiled slightly, turned his head and looked around the bar, nodded when he saw that no one dared to provoke him anymore, and led the girl upstairs.

Just like the girl introduced, this bar may look dilapidated on the outside, but the rooms were very clean. What surprised Bloodshot the most was that he actually saw a bathroom in the room.

Because of the serious pollution in the post-apocalyptic world, taking a bath was a very luxurious thing for ordinary people. Unexpectedly, this old-looking bar could provide shower services. Bloodshot couldn't help but change his view of it. Of course, the shower would not be free, but fortunately, Bloodshot was not short of this little money.

"Sir." A sweet voice came from behind. Bloodshot turned his head and saw the girl taking off her shawl, revealing her smooth and rounded shoulders. Seeing Bloodshot paying attention to her, the girl showed a charming smile.

"Hunter Sir, I have already bathed, and I am very clean. So... please don't worry."

"Hmm. I know. But I need to wash first, you wait a moment." Bloodshot smiled. He ignored the girl, took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom. After opening the valve, clear water flowed onto his body, bringing a warm feeling to the nerve endings. This feeling was very comfortable, and Bloodshot couldn't help but moan softly. After experiencing a high-intensity adventure, such a bath was obviously the best way to relieve fatigue. This bar understood the way to do business well. The amount of water for the bath was not much, and it was all level seven water that was not suitable for drinking, but Bloodshot would not waste it. He absorbed every drop of water with his skin almost stingily, and scrubbed his body hard, removing the fatigue brought by the adventure.

When he walked out of the bathroom, Bloodshot found that the room was empty, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Just as he was wondering, a pair of soft arms hugged him from behind, and the girl's slight panting came from his ear.

"Sir... you are stronger than I imagined... I think... we will have a wonderful night..."

Feeling the soft touch coming from his back, Bloodshot smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and pulled, already pulling the girl into his arms. The next moment, he carried the girl onto the rough wooden bed.

The creaking of the wooden bed and the bursts of intoxicating panting soon resounded in the room...