The fatty was a straightforward person, especially when his own safety was concerned, he would never bow or yield to a former adversary. He was determined to retrieve the respect he once lost. Although his methods might be despicable, shameless, vile, and even trivial, he couldn't help it - he held grudges tightly. It's said that a true gentleman never allows personal grievances to go unsettled. Thus, the fatty immediately directed his tirade towards Mirami, who was there to welcome Roland, wanting to put her in an awkward position.

"Hey, fatty, why are you being so unreasonable? What does this have to do with me?"

"Didn't you lose to Elvis before? As a Hell's Gate's genius, don't you feel even a shred of shame? Are you worthy of the people from Hell's Gate? Worthy of that battle? Worthy of those who supported you? Worthy of the resources that the Military Department invested in you?" As Zhang Xiaobo rattled off a litany of accusations, he left the surrounding crowd stunned into silence, their skins crawling.

Mirami was dumbstruck... She had never seen such overbearing unreasonableness. She was only there to receive Roland, "What does this have to do with you?"

"Ah? With me?" The fatty thought for a moment about what this had to do with him. To say there was a relationship, well, there wasn't much, but of course, the relationship wasn't completely nonexistent. After all, they once belonged to the FCA Alliance, and trusting their backs to these allies was indeed the Federation's trust in them. And now, Mirami, with her less-than-impressive strength, dares to claim a 12-star, yes, he would use this fact to argue.

Zhang Xiaobo said: "Of course, it's related."

"What relation? Speak up or don't blame me for being rude."

"Enough is enough, let's not waste our breath here. We need to take action."

Just at this moment, Blade Warrior spoke up, stopping the fatty from continuing. They had already wasted nearly a minute; although one minute could not be very long, discussing such pointless topics was superfluous.

Vladimir didn't want to continue arguing with the fatty over this matter. How many years ago did all this happen? It was at least two or three years, if not three to five. Besides, they were allies before. Hearing what Blade Warrior said, Vladimir let out a cold snort, "Mirami, don't bother with this troublemaker."

"Hey, who are you calling a troublemaker?"

"You, what about it? You want to fight? If you're up for a fight, I'm more than happy to oblige."

"Hey, I'm not afraid of a one-on-one fight. If you're not convinced, let's settle it with Mechas." As a combat ace, Zhang Xiaobo was well aware of Vladimir's close-combat skills, which were about on par with his own, or even if slightly better, not by a wide margin. After all, he had seen Vladimir's fights with Raymond and others during the last Mecha Battle tournament. So, whether it was Mecha Battle or fisticuffs, Zhang Xiaobo was not afraid, and he was ready to roll up his sleeves and teach this bastard, who had once made him anxious and almost embarrassed him, a lesson.

Fighting was definitely not suitable for a spaceport, and they couldn't let them cause a scene.

At this time, Mengdie also stepped out from the back of the crowd...

Seeing the newcomer, Vladimir was taken aback. It was her, the silent, mute woman. He definitely remembered her, and now she was part of the team; Vladimir's face immediately turned sour.

Especially since he remembered the incident with the Zana Republic, where Mirami publicly sabotaged them by hitting Raymond, and not just in private. Then appeared Mingfei and this woman. If the bickering between Vladimir and the fatty was merely trivial, the feud between him and Mengdie was absolutely real. In an instant, the mood around them turned cold.

"It's you..." Vladimir said.

However, Mengdie ignored Vladimir's hostile expression, as if she did not see him, standing behind everyone, seemingly not remembering such a person at all.

This annoyed Vladimir somewhat; she was actually disregarding him. But upon reflection, this woman seemed not just towards him, but cold to everyone around her. With this thought, Vladimir felt relieved. Although he did not know the newcomer's identity, this woman gave off a strange vibe, very peculiar and enigmatic.

Who would have thought, not only did one person come to pick a fight, but there also appeared another unwelcome foe... Vladimir didn't want to make a big fuss over a small issue, especially since Roland was there, he wouldn't have to worry about Mirami's personal safety.

Vladimir looked at Mirami again, his usually cold gaze showing a rare tenderness, "Be careful on your own out there, I'm leaving."

"Brother, where are you going?"

"Back to Hell's Gate, of course."

"Ah? But we just got here."

"Haha, it seems I'm not very welcome here, let's not talk about it." Vladimir said with a hint of a smile, then glanced at Roland, "I'm leaving my sister's safety in your hands."

Roland looked helplessly troubled, how could a fully grown person like Mirami, with combat skills nearly at Rank 1, possibly get into any trouble? Vladimir's overprotectiveness towards her was indeed a bit extreme.

"Don't worry, there are still more good people in this world. But speaking of which, you're leaving just like that?"

"You know why I came." Vladimir said to Roland: "The Sena officials are negotiating with the Federation right now, I think it won't take long. Roland, promise me you'll take good care of Mirami, that'll be all."

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