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Chapter 640

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Standing in front of him was a man who claimed to be the underworld emperor of the slums. He was wearing an expensive fur coat, but the upper half of his body was completely naked under the coat. The silky smooth fur and tattooed skin intertwined with each other. Between his eyebrows, there was a hint of coldness and a sense of cruelty hidden deep within. It was very successful in not making those gentle and polite words seem out of place with his identity.

There was a dark underworld on both sides of the universe. Xu Le, who was born as an orphan in Donglin, was no stranger to the rules of this world. He was clear that in this seemingly bottom-most underworld, there would often be some extremely powerful people, and Lin Banshan was one of the most famous representatives. Even in the Federation, which had the protection of The Glory Of The Charter, no one dared to completely ignore the underworld. Furthermore, this was the Empire's Tianjing Planet, the most chaotic and lawless slum.

Logically speaking, he should be more polite or polite to this man, but he really wanted to see the person above this person, so his answer was extremely direct and simple, which made him seem a little conflicted and lacking in respect.

In the eyes of the burly men holding guns in the living room, Xu Le's answer was not only lacking in respect, but also seriously impolite. These men at the bottom of the Empire's hierarchy did not have the slightest good impression of the Federation people. At this moment, they could not help but stand up and curse loudly. They raised the heavy guns in their hands and pointed them at Xu Le's head, as if they were about to fire in anger at the next moment.

The smile on the face of the underworld leader wearing the fur coat gradually disappeared. His right hand, which was wearing three extraordinarily large diamond rings, slowly reached into his collar and gently rubbed the soft and smooth fur and the skin of his chest. Then, he shook his head.

He did not stop these loyal and bloodthirsty subordinates from impulsively beating up the Federation people. He only reminded them not to use guns and to use some simple violence to let the other party know what was called a heart of respect.

The reason he made such a decision was because he was extremely curious. Why did the old man he respected the most value this fugitive from the Federation so much? What kind of confidence did this outlander, who appeared to be the calmest in front of him for the past five years, have?

Many years ago, on Eastwood Planet, Xu Le had a cold gun barrel pointed at his forehead. He had never forgotten that painful, cold, and humiliating feeling. After so many years, he had experienced being pointed at by a gun so many times that he was almost numb. His calm heart could not produce too much tension.

A burly man over two meters tall, with a face full of thick brown beard, threw the gun in his hand to his companion. He grinned and revealed an innocent yet cruel smile as he walked towards Xu Le. He rubbed his hands, and the joints of his upper body made cracking sounds that made people's hearts palpitate. It was unknown what kind of terrifying strength was hidden in his tight and protruding muscles.

When the armed bandits in the living room saw this scene, they could not help but shrug at the same time. They guessed that this thin and pale Federation person would probably be able to hold on for a few seconds. After that, a few bones would be broken.

Xu Le slightly tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at the burly man who was getting closer and closer. Then, he frowned. He could tell that the other party would definitely not be satisfied if he did not break a few of his bones.

However, too many of his bones had been broken by Huai Caoshi. It was impossible for him to fully recover after three days of recuperation in the dark sewers. He absolutely did not have the thought of breaking another bone to comfort the mood of these Empire gangsters.

The burly man grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth that were as big as corn grains. Several traces of malevolence and cruelty flashed in his eyes that were as round as the mouth of a bottle. He raised his right arm and slapped towards Xu Le's head with a whoosh.

It was a very simple slap, without any fancy movements. This burly man, as the number one warrior of this gang, had absolute confidence in his own strength. He believed that this slap would make Xu Le fall to the ground no matter how he tried to block it.

Who told him to have a terrifying palm that was even bigger than a small table?





Looking at the malevolent and cruel expression in the pair of round eyes, Xu Le's eyes narrowed even more. He unexpectedly remembered that when he fought with his teammates on the battlefield in the West Woods, he could always see a very similar primitive and savage bloodthirsty impulse in the eyes of the Imperial expeditionary force. This feeling was very bad, and it made him very unhappy.

His left arm, which was barely able to lift up, was lifted up casually right before the palm that was as big as a small table was about to hit him. His left thumb and index finger locked onto the burly man's wrist at lightning speed, and his fingertips sank deep into the two cartilages of his wrist.

With such a simple grab, the burly man's attack that was full of brute force suddenly stopped in the air. His thick right arm was stiff in the air, and there was no way for him to move an inch further.

The expressions of the imperial gangsters in the living room changed dramatically. They stood up in shock and subconsciously tightened their grip on the guns in their hands.

Xu Le silently looked at the shock and unwillingness in the eyes of the burly man in front of him. His shaved eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and he put more strength into his fingertips.

His thumb sank a little deeper, like a nail deeply inserted into a piece of wood, and there was no way to pull it out. A stream of blood slowly flowed out from the deep hole.

The burly man only felt a sharp pain, and the strength he was usually extremely proud of seemed to have been completely drained at this moment. His right arm, which had killed countless enemies, was actually fixed in the air by two fingers of this skinny guy!

The gangsters were all fugitives who had fought between life and death. Knowing that he had met a tough opponent, the burly man did not have the slightest fear. Instead, the most primitive and savage fierceness in his heart was aroused. He howled like a beast in pain and pulled back his right arm with all his strength!

Xu Le's two fingers were like two iron nails, how could he pull back? The burly man should have expected this in advance, but no one would have thought that the brute force resistance was only a facade. His empty left hand reached behind his waist and grabbed the handle of the alloy military knife.

What was more dangerous was that he suddenly exerted strength in his waist, preparing to lift up his thigh that was thicker than a child's waist. Even if Xu Le could block the sinister attack of the military knife, there was no way he could block this furious kick to his lower abdomen!

Xu Le's bones were broken, and his lower abdomen was also heavily injured. He was extremely angry that these imperial people once again attacked these places. It had to be known that his injuries were bestowed upon him by that insufferably arrogant Highness. What qualifications did these gangsters have to follow in Huai Caoshi's footsteps?

With a flip of his wrist, he valiantly twisted the burly man's arm. His two undamaged feet strangely jumped below. The posture that was deeply rooted in his bones and muscles perfectly appeared on the scene. The moment the burly man was about to lift his leg, his left foot had already moved first. It was extremely precise, and it ruthlessly stomped down without reason!

The left foot that was wearing a hard bottom leather boot fiercely stomped down on the back of the burly man's right foot. It was as if a large iron hammer was ruthlessly smashing down on a flower plate.

A clear and terrifying sound of bones breaking erupted from below.

The burly man's complexion immediately became pale. His mouth opened wide, and a cry of pain sounded from between his large yellow teeth.

Xu Le didn't have the desire to listen to a burly man scream like a woman. Immediately after, his body moved forward again, and his knee fiercely struck the burly man's knee joint. Almost at the same time, his body strangely made a similar movement in the air. His right leg drew an arc diagonally outwards, and as fast as lightning, it struck the burly man's waist.

The front knee directly deformed the burly man's knee joint, and it terrifyingly twisted backwards. The back knee accurately struck the burly man's right hand that was holding the military knife. The tremendous force caused blood to instantly spurt out from the tiger's mouth.

The three precise, fast, and ruthless attacks at close range didn't give the burly man any chance to cry out in pain. The powerful lethality and the overlapping waves of pain made this person fall heavily to the ground like a small mountain. The impact made the floor of the living room tremble slightly, and then he fell unconscious.





All of this happened too quickly. The gangsters in the living room didn't have time to react or rescue at all. They could only watch with wide eyes as that thin youth from the Federation moved forward like a demon, leaping sideways and turning his companion into an unconscious lump of meat.

What made them feel incomparably terrified was that this Federation youth's close range combat skills were so powerful that they couldn't find any words to describe them. It was clearly a very simple movement, but it contained such inconceivable power. These movements clearly didn't seem fast, and they were extremely clear, but they always gave people a feeling that they couldn't keep up with his rhythm!

Many guns were raised again, and they aimed at Xu Le. However, at this time, these gangsters' hands were slightly trembling, and they couldn't be as relaxed and contemptuous as before. They kept feeling that even if they opened fire immediately, they might not be able to kill this Federation youth who was quietly standing in the living room.

It was because he was too quiet.

Xu Le slowly retracted his left foot. He didn't look at the burly man's instep that was rapidly swelling like a rotting cake. He withdrew his gaze and quietly looked at the leader of these people, the man who called himself the emperor of the Empire's gangsters.

The building was deathly silent. After a long period of silence, the naked man wearing a fur coat frowned, lit a cigarette, and said, "My name is Mu En. All of us here are my brothers. We don't have the slightest good impression of the Federation people, but … we live in a world where the strong preys on the weak. Your performance just now should be qualified to win our respect."

"Mr. Mu En, hello," Xu Le said. "I still really want to meet the person above you."

There was someone upstairs, and there was always someone upstairs. A blurry face appeared in the shadows of the second floor.

Mu En followed Xu Le's gaze and looked upstairs. When he saw that face nod, he couldn't help but frown and make an inviting gesture.





"My name is Voss. I'm currently leading the underground resistance."

"From the day I was born, my life's mission was to lead the oppressed and bullied lowly and commoners to use all means possible to resist the bloody rule of the Empire's emperor, to overthrow this backward government formed by warmongering maniacs and shameless nobles, and to seek a more free, peaceful, and prosperous future for the 87.4 billion people in the 47 star systems of the Left Sky Star Region."

"In the past 20 years, our cause has suffered unprecedented setbacks. Millions of brave warriors, armed with crude weapons, resisted the royal family's battleships, cannons, and mechas, but after paying a price as high as a river of blood, we still couldn't find any hope of success."

"Until your appearance."

In the dark room on the second floor, the thin old man sitting on the high back chair slowly turned around. The wrinkles and yellow-brown spots on his face made his originally white skin look extremely ugly.





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