Before long, the chubby Zhang Xiaobo and Blade Warrior stepped off the Time-Space Transfer Device, feeling the gusts of cold air brush against their faces as they experienced a sudden thrill. It must be said that the local environment wasn't much different from their universe, and not as cold as the previous Colonial Planet, with the temperature around minus 20 degrees, which although chilly, wasn't lethal for warriors.

Wow!

But the moment they descended from the Time-Space Transfer Device, Zhang Xiaobo suddenly felt a heaviness in his body, and a voice exploded in his mind—8 times gravity on the Colonial Planet; it seems they have already exited the range of artificial mimetic gravity.

Blade Warrior evidently noticed the change in Zhang Xiaobo's body, "Hey chubby, you alright?"

"I'm fine, let's go."

The fat man responded, luckily as a Red Robe Level pilot, his body endurance had long surpassed the stage of eight times gravity.

As the two trudged through the vast snowy wilderness and entered the slums of Seventh District, the high gravity gradually weakened to three times over time.

Following the images in their memory, they ventured forwards and soon, a familiar Aier Bar appeared before their eyes, though the owner here wasn't Sara.

Pushing open the retro-style half door, they strode into it, scanning around to see scattered freelance mercenaries and downtrodden alcoholics patronizing the bar.

The walls of the bar were plastered with various wanted posters, some for capturing fugitives, others for finding people, with specific prices listed below.

"Barkeep, give me a Flaming Liquor," the fat man authoritatively decided to start with a drink.

"Sorry sir, Flaming Liquor is an illegal drink, we do not sell it here," the bartendress calmly stated.

"Vodka will do."

"Sorry, vodka is also illegal."

Finally, the fat man was provoked by the bartendress's words, pointing towards other bars and questioning, "Then what are they drinking there?"

"Vodka." Seeing the confusion in the fat man, the bartender continued to add, "They are all outlaws."

Fuck, just because I have a gentle face, you think I'm easy to bully? The fat man was about to explode when Blade Warrior quickly intervened, "We'll have whatever is drinkable, anything will do."

The barmaid quickly served two expensive cups of red grapes, and seeing the hefty price, the fat man felt swindled. Blade Warrior quickly signaled him not to flare up, money wasn't the issue, finding the person was crucial.

Just then, a middle-aged man with an air of desperation approached them, "Hey, two unfamiliar faces."

"And you are...?"

"A mercenary. It's tough for outsiders here; need a guide?"

"No, we're looking for someone, if you can provide information about him." Meanwhile, Blade Warrior took out a few Gold Coins, playing with them intriguingly in hand.

"Name the man, there's no one in Seventh District I'm not familiar with."

"I'm looking for Feng Yi…"

"Feng Yi..." The man chewed over the name and hesitated for a moment, "What do you want with him?"

"That's none of your business, just answer the question."

"Hey, I'm not that familiar with that kid, just heard some things about him, I can provide some clues to that extent. So, wanna hear?"

"Sure."

"He's in Seventh District, often goes out hunting, whereabouts unpredictable, that's about it."

"Hmm, and then?"

"That's all the information I have."

Blade Warrior was stunned... "Just, just this much?"

"Yes."

What kind of information is this, I already knew Feng Yi lives in Seventh District, why else would I come here looking for him, is this considered information? But since the man did respond, considering this, Blade Warrior reluctantly placed down a Gold Coin, not even taking another sip of red wine, "Chubby, let's go."

"Hold on, sweetheart, you haven't paid yet."

"I did give you the money, but this information isn't satisfactory."

"But you listened to the information, once you have listened, you need to pay."

Even Blade Warrior was a bit incensed by the crude and overbearing way of the freelance mercenary, "What if I don't pay?"

Crack snap...

Before the sentence was finished, a revolver glittering with sharpness was already aimed at Blade Warrior's forehead, his speed of drawing the gun was dazzlingly fast, taking less than half a second to complete.

At that moment, Blade Warrior could somewhat understand why Feng Yi, when playing the role of the 'Rafael', a roaming gunman, chose a revolver as his primary weapon, given her own expertise with revolvers from her days as a freelance mercenary, she had no doubt that if she insisted, she would face a lethal headshot.

Blade Warrior was still unsure of the opponent's strength, it wasn't fear, but she preferred not to escalate over such trivialities.

Before she knew it, amidst the tranquil atmosphere, a subtle hint of lethal intention was pervasive, "Alright."

With gritted teeth, she finally chose to compromise, slowly putting down the remaining Gold Coins, feeling somewhat wronged. She suddenly felt bullied, exploited by the so-called righteous free mercenaries.

"A very fair deal."

With that, the man's hand made a series of crackling sounds, the revolver rotating many times at high speed in his palm, impressively flashy, as he efficiently holstered the gun.

The fat man had no intention of fighting; if he had harbored high confidence in himself before, just seeing the opponent's simple gun draw made it clear his reaction speed couldn't match these desperate, bloodied mercenaries, least of all conquer them.

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