Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 290 - 66 Solomon’s Hunting Target
Chapter 290: Chapter 66 Solomon’s Hunting Target
“Heh, I really don’t know where you get your confidence from.”
Gaoling Ze sneered, arms crossed, looking on with cold indifference.
Truly ignorant of the world, putting on some ragged robe and mask and coming here to play pretend.
The person at his side was none other than the family’s third-ranked Fighting expert, a Martial Path Master with a physical level reaching 20!
So many people around, and yet daring to put on an act in front of him, how amusing.
Without needing a look from Gaoling Ze, several black-clad bodyguards cracked their sinister smiles, pulling spring-loaded batons from their sleeves.
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With a curved flick, the high-tensile steel swished through the air.
Five of the black-clad men stepped forward silently.
Watching the Dark Gold Masked Man in front of them, showing no intention of making way, they swung their spring-loaded batons at an angle all at once.
They couldn’t kill him, but they could certainly beat him half to death.
Wasn’t the young master taking them out today exactly for the sake of saving face?
Mu Fan looked on with a face of bewilderment at the towering figure in front of him. Wasn’t the other party here for the girl behind him? Why was he now confronting the recently unfriendly masked man?
“Are you looking for death?”
The masked man looked ahead, but his tone was directed at Gaoling Ze nearby.
One of the black-clad bodyguards heard this and attacked with his baton. Metal spring clubs striking the body could tear flesh and rip skin.
That’ll teach you to disrespect with your words!
Gaoling Ze watched with satisfaction as that bodyguard rushed to attack preemptively.
Good judgment!
Donatello and several other noble youths of the circle watched with great interest.
Looking for trouble was always the most entertaining part.
It seemed like the next second, this masked man would be solidly hit.
But the right hand of the robe was lifted, revealing broad and sturdy fingers, and the masked man, looking at the baton about to hit him, suddenly reached out with his right hand.
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Uh, uh…
The spring club, sliding off the robe of the masked man, then hung limply, and the man began to struggle violently.
Those iron claw-like fingers were firmly gripping his forehead, plunging his vision into darkness, an explosive headache causing him to flail in madness.
Hmph!
With a slight release of his right hand, followed by clenching it into a fist, he hammered lightning-fast onto the bodyguard’s chest.
Before the bodyguard could even catch his breath, he felt a heavy blow to his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and was sent flying four or five meters, lying unconscious on the ground.
The muscular man beside Gaoling Ze’s eyes sparkled with sharp light.
The strength of the man in the mask was astonishing.
The attack had been fierce and decisive, the bodyguard’s ribs and breastbone had been crushed by at least half.
The remaining bodyguards halted their advance and cautiously lined up, approaching closer.
“So you’ve got some skills, huh, but even if you can get out of here, I don’t believe you can beat the Mecha outside!”
Mecha!?
Everyone present turned to look outside, including Mu Fan and the other two, and sure enough, there were several brown Guard Mechas at the door, with their over five-meter-tall bodies and heavy metal shells silent and still.
Standing at the back, White Hair gave a thumbs up as he saw the silhouette of the outside Mechas.
Righteous!
Is this Mu Fan’s friend?
Birds of a feather flock together!
The same beasts, equally disinclined to idle chatter.
But why hasn’t Mu Fan spoken up yet?
Just watching your brother get beaten?
White Hair was baffled, ready to clear his throat and speak.
However, at this moment the Dark Gold Masked Man let out a scornful chuckle, the right hand that had just been withdrawn was raised again, in a voice icy and hoarse, yet tinged with the scent of blood.
“Mecha… good.”
There was still no trace of fear or dread in his tone, remaining without the slightest ripple, frightfully calm.
People stared at the hand he raised.
This time he was about to act again, and a group of black-clad bodyguards were ready to go up together.
The palm extended to one side, gently splayed open.
The crowd in black pressed forward.
The masked figure looked on as if seeing the dead.
A palm opened slightly, revealing a flat, crystal disc in its grasp.
“Well, I damn thought you had something up your sleeve, scaring people does seem to be your forte.”
With a snort, Gaoling Ze waved his hand, signaling them to encircle the area, while motioning the Fighting Master beside him to prepare for action.
But at that moment, a humming, low vibration resounded.
The Dark Gold Masked Man’s hand suddenly emitted a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye, then before everyone’s eyes, a holographic light-shadow of a stone gate, just about ten centimeters high and exquisitely detailed, appeared on the flat crystal disc.
The borders of the stone gate were entirely gray, and the hollow door within was dark as ink.
Although tiny, it captured the attention of everyone present.
“Attack—”
“Wait!”
The Fighting Master suddenly stopped his own Young Master, looking at Gaoling Ze with a grave expression, urgently speaking, “Young Master, don’t act rashly.”
“What’s wrong?”
“He is… a Solomon Mech Pilot!”
It was like a bolt of lightning struck down their backs, making the hairs stand on end.
Born into such a family, how could Gaoling Ze not know about these interstellar super dark forces?
But he had never actually confronted a living Solomon Mech Pilot.
Over on the other side, Donald’s gaze became wary, looking toward Gaoling Ze, “Young Master Gaoling, do you truly have a grievance with this… gentleman?”
Compared to Gaoling Ze, he was clearly aware of what the term Solomon Mech Pilot meant!
Almost synonymous with cruelty and power.
Solomon Mech Pilots, on a personal and small-scale combat level, had capabilities far beyond ordinary people.
Solomon had its own hierarchy, with Solomon Crystals possessed only by Official Mechanical Masters!
Furthermore, divided into light blue, dark blue, gray, black, and Gatepost five grades!
The grade distinction was denoted by the color of the stone gate frame projected by the Solomon Crystal.
This person before them represented a third-grade gray-cloaked Mech Pilot.
That meant he would at least possess a B-grade or higher non-mass-produced Mecha.
And to have grown to this point, it meant he had countless lives on his hands!
Now he must promptly warn Gaoling Ze; otherwise, if they truly do battle, it’s unlikely anyone present would be able to escape.
How did a Solomon Mech Pilot slip into Blue Capital Star?
How was interstellar customs checking?
Now, a Solomon gray-cloaked Mech Pilot appeared before their very eyes, and the next second, a Mecha might descend from the sky!
He had to quickly persuade Gaoling Ze, this madman—play your own games, but don’t drag them into your death wish.
There, Gaoling Ze stiffly shook his head, “No grievance… the ones I want to catch are the woman behind and that White Hair.”
Then what are you waiting for?
Why keep standing there foolishly?
Finally, Gaoling Ze came around and quickly displayed the demeanor of a great family scion as he rushed forward with a smile, dismissing the men in black and bowing, “I apologize, sir. It’s all a misunderstanding. This is one million Star Coins, a modest token of my sincerity.”
A gold, unregistered Star Coin card appeared in his hand.
“Hmph.”
With a flick of the left hand, the Star Coin card vanished from Gaoling Ze’s possession in an instant, and the crystal discin the right hand was put away.
The Dark Gold Masked Man didn’t even give Gaoling Ze a second glance as he walked away with his hands behind his back.
Phew~ That was close!
Almost got carried away today.
Damn it, so you weren’t together with them; then why were you standing in front of them?
Casting a grateful glance toward Donald, then turning back, Gaoling Ze’s fierce gaze fell upon Mu Fan and the two others—without that grim reaper blocking them, none of you will escape today.
Seeing that almost man-eating look, Guyue shrank back in fear. The situation had far exceeded her expectations; how could this be happening, should she call for her grandfather now?
At this moment, no one noticed the extremely small Mechanical Ant emerging in the palm of the recently separated Dark Gold Masked Man. As his hand swung unintentionally, the tiny Mechanical Ant, only a third the size of a real ant, silently fell to the ground and swiftly crawled toward the back.
Hmph, beneath Solomon’s Hunting Target, nothing can escape…
A mysterious smile crossed the hidden face behind the Dark Gold Mask.
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