Raton Hardy didn't know that he seemed to have escaped by chance. When he entered the "Praise" bar in Mengtuo City with his vision, he saw a discrimination that could be seen everywhere.

Two Banga people who were slightly older than him fell to the ground, and a tray was swaying and dull, surrounded by scattered wine and glass slags. Raton Hardy, carrying a big bag, did not attract much attention. It was obvious that a small dispute was taking place in front of him.

"Boy..."

A mercenary with a tiger back and a bear waist lifted the young man on the ground with a creaking robotic arm, his bright eyes full of contempt and disgust:

"Do you know how much the thing you just knocked down is worth here?"

"Sorry, sir, I...I didn't notice..."

"Didn't you notice?" The mercenary opened his teeth and blocked the young man's defense back. "This is not a reason... don't you know whose territory is here? Do you want to make trouble here?"

"This is the land of our Bangka people! The city controlled by Mr. Thousand Faces! You are the one who makes trouble, right!"

The slightly immature voice successfully attracted everyone's attention, including the mercenaries who were committing violence and the two Bangka youths.

Those who can live in the city of Mengtuo controlled by the World Tree and sit down in this ritual bar built by thousands of faces and have two vodkas. Not to mention all the evil people, they are all experienced veterans who have been surviving in the jungle rules of the Bangka battlefield.

They looked at Raton Hardy, who spoke, and their eyes were different in color: joking, curiosity, disdain, nostalgia, and pity. But without exception, the eyes of these people who crawled out of the broken limbs and gunfire were filled with coldness and indifference to life. They looked at the young Banga with tender faces, just like watching an innocent puppet running away from home, in other words—

act recklessly.

Faced with these gazes that were dying, Raton Hardy was only timid for a moment and took firm steps forward.

Maybe the name "Thousand Faces" made the big man worry, or maybe the boy's seemingly reckless but with a small abacus showed a little wisdom to take advantage of the situation, which made the drunk strong man hesitate for a second, but no matter what, Raton Hardy was just a dark-skinned little head.

He sneered and threw away the Banga youth in his hand, and walked towards Raton Hardy with a grin:

"Qianmian? Are you scaring me with the name of Qianmian?"

This strong body as strong as a bear approached Raton Hardy, and the hydraulic joints of the implanted body buzzed. Raton Hardy encouraged her throat to swallow her saliva. He even heard a low bet from behind the man. One or two mercenaries discussed without hesitation that he could last for a few seconds under the man.

"No matter what they do, it should not be up to you to judge!"

Raton Hardy took a step forward, erasing the trace of timidity in her eyes, and looking up at the strong man.

The young Banga who had been grabbed by a strong man before, clenched his fist tightly, but quickly relaxed, and a hint of cowardice flashed through his eyes.

Raton Hardy's words made the strong man laugh. He grabbed Raton Hardy's neckline like he grabbed the young man, and pulled him closer to his row of yellow fangs:

"Who should we judge? The Banga people? The guard? Or the messenger of justice like you?"

Every noun will cause a burst of laughter when it is spit out of his mouth. Whether it is the Banga people, the guards, or the last four words that have no meaning, they are just jokes in Banga.

But Raton Hardy's response silenced them:

"Have you asked Mr. Qianmian for doing this?"

The surroundings became quiet, and the mercenary's tiger's mouth also relaxed slightly.

They rarely had the chance to see this existence that controlled the northwest. Perhaps at some point, the Lord of the World Tree, who could become anyone's appearance, passed by silently without knowing that, but the name Thousand Faces may be comparable to the "Emperor" in Mengtuo City.

They have seen those terrible biochemical beasts, and also seen demon god promotions who are awe of them and regarded as "the goal of struggle", and have also seen spies and mercenaries who were taken away by the World Tree to execute. They may have become the on-trade food for biochemical beasts, so in this city, among the most uncommon mercenaries in Bangka, they are very secretive about the name "Thousand Faces".

This is the first time that people who casually hang thousands of faces on their lips like today.

The strong man suddenly felt a little troubled. He suspected that the other party had something to do with the World Tree, but being scared by a child was shameful to him.

So he squeezed the loose tiger's mouth tightly, and the robotic arm creaked and raised high. It was a jab that was interpreted in close combat. It was standard and fatal, and with the addition of technology, it could easily crush a person's facial bones. This made most of the mercenaries' eyes light up, as if watching a drunken show. It also made the two young Bangjia who fell in the drink widen their eyes and stood up to stop the perpetrator and save their compatriots.

But a crisp sound of fracture made everyone stand in place-

Raton Hardy's seemingly thin arm easily caught the opponent's iron fist, and a knee hit the opponent's left leg was tortured and broken. Before the strong man's scream broke out, he twisted it in a flash, and smashed it to the ground with his back!

With a loud bang, the bar was silent for two seconds, and then a boiling cheer broke out. The mercenaries clapped their hands and were excited for the interesting scene in front of them. Some even shouted that Raton Hardy would cut off his other leg. And Raton Hardy, who instantly fucked a strong man in the transformation, was in trouble in the face of these cheers. He was already prepared to be coldly hostile to everyone.

At this moment, the two Banga people who had been slumped on the ground quickly got up and grabbed Raton Hardy's palm that had broken the arm of the mercenary, and ran outward. There was a burst of mercenary cheering and cheering from behind.

As the noise gradually faded away, the three of them stopped in the dark alley, and Raton Hardy came back to his senses from a little confused state.

"Cao tmd, your kick just now is so powerful!"

The young Banga who was caught by the mercenary was gasping for breath and finally came back after a while:

"How did you do it? Just like that, and soon, the foreign ghost who was as strong as a bear fell down... You even twisted his wrist! My God! I doubt if you inherited some totem..."

Seeing that Raton Hardy was silent and silent, the young man with a slightly lighter skin compared to other Banga people reacted and held his hands:

"Hello! Thank you for helping us just now... You can call me Gigit, this is my friend. If you didn't show up, I wouldn't know what to do... Speaking of which, what is in your bag?"

The young man with light brown skin said familiarly, as if the scene of someone carrying his neck had never happened before, and at the same time, he curiously touched the big backpack that Raton Hardy had been carrying.

After the intense exercise and a long-distance running just now, the patched coarse cloth backpack was already a little loose. After Jigit's stab, it completely disintegrated. The things inside were scattered all over the floor. The two young men of Banga were stunned.

Various guns, implants, modified robotic arms, and even small energy cores are poured onto the ground randomly. There are many weapons with the black Mamba logo printed on it.

"What are you doing?!"

Raton Hardy couldn't help but get angry, and pushed Gigit to the ground and packed up the things on the ground. Gigit wasn't angry either, and got up and apologized with a smile:

"Sorry... I didn't expect you to carry so many weapons... What are you going to do?"

Raton Hardy ignored him, packed up the things on the ground and was about to leave, but Gigit grabbed his wrist and showed a sincere smile:

"No matter what you want to do... you saved my friend and I. When you came to Mengtuo City alone, you probably don't have any acquaintances? We are willing to help you what you want to do!"

Raton Hardy was silent, and Gigit apologized again. Perhaps because the other party was sincere, Raton Hardy hesitated for a few seconds and then turned around:

"I want to meet thousands of times."

Gigit's smile froze on his face.

"I... grass... do you know what you are talking about? Is that big guy... something that small characters like us can see?!"

"Didn't you say you can help me? I'm just here to find Qianmian. If you can't, forget it. I can't be considered helping you just now. I just can't stand the style of these foreigners."

Raton Hardy said that he was about to leave, but was caught by Gigit who rushed up again:

"What do you want to do when you look for Qianmian?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Raton Hardy frowned and was about to break free, but Jigit's other hand grabbed his wrist again. Raton Hardy knew how powerful he was at this moment, and was afraid of hurting the situation and did not struggle anymore, but Yo Xu looked at him helplessly:

"You can't help me, there's no need to thank me for what happened just now. Even if I don't do this, other Bangjia people will find ways to help you when they see it. Everyone is a loess..."

What Raton Hardy did not expect was that Gigit's gaze was stunned for a second, a faint panic and dodge flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered up the cowardice and smiled sincerely again;

"You are right, everyone is a loess... If you want to meet thousands of times, we have a way to help you."

"Didn't you say no?" Raton Hardy frowned, feeling that the compatriots in front of him were a little unreliable.

"Actually... there is still a way." Gigit scratched his head, "We arrived at Monto City with the refugee team half a week ago. Although we were here for a short time and we were not doing well, the World Tree is not bad for the Bangka people. The great elders in our settlement have seen them with the senior management of the World Tree. It seems to be called...Swimming Fish? In short, if it were him, there should be a way to let you meet thousands of faces."

Hearing this, Raton Hardy's eyes lit up, and his excitement was secreting excited dopamine in his body, which affected the silver wave in his body, and a flood of silver waves flashed in his eyes:

"real?"

"The Banga people don't lie to the Banga people, I'll take you to find the Great Elder now." Gigit did not notice the abnormality in Raton Hardy's eyes, but this faint silver light was captured by his silent companion, and his expression changed a little.

The two quickly reached a consensus and took Gigit's friend to the refugee resettlement center. After experiencing separation in settlements, the tragic death of elders, and the long wandering, the encounter with Gigit also made Raton Hardy feel a little warm, and his attitude improved a lot for a while.

On the way, he saw that Jigit's friend on the side had not spoken. He was thinking of getting to know each other at all, so he asked Jigit:

"Why did your friend not speak? He felt very silent."

"He, this has always been like this. Yanji! Our new friends want to meet you..."

Looking at the dark-skinned Banga who was approaching, Raton Hardy felt inexplicably nervous:

Yanji? Doesn’t this look like the name of the Bangka people… is it a code name?

Looking at the expressionless compatriot's face, a stiff smile was squeezed out, Raton Hardy's uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

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The roar of the engine stopped on the cold yellow sand.

Tushan walked down the fully armed small technology vehicle and ordered the accompanying driver and a subordinate to wait on the spot. As soon as he stepped on his foot, he advanced towards the coordinates given to him by Qianmian.

The cold night wind swept across his ears, Tushan felt a little confused. He had not yet figured out how to negotiate with Qianmian, nor did he know whether Qianmian was waiting for him ahead or a fully armed army of biochemical beasts. He also regretted his impulse to leave the team, but the arrow was on the string and he had to fire it.

With the short jet of dust raised by the strong-powered leg implant, a thin figure standing on the sand dune gradually came into his eyes, making his heart tremble even more.

The dark curly hair blew in the night sky, and he was wearing a thick rectangular coat. Even though the outfit was so strange to his eyes, the figure made him extremely familiar with it.

He couldn't help but speed up and rushed straight to the other party, and quickly stepped forward:

“…Turing? You…”

As if he was stuck in his throat by a fishbone, he saw the red data flow washed like a waterfall in the other person's eyes. At that moment, his mind was soaked by family affection that he suddenly came to his senses, and his face suddenly became cold:

"Thousand-faced..."

"I don't want you to leave the Crohn United Group alone. After all, that will cause some unnecessary consequences. It's reasonable. Those who are sons should not let the fathers meet in the cold desert at the risk of sacrificing promotion channels and ending up with betrayers. But there is no way, Bangjia can't make a phone call, and your subordinates are also hiding good things like foreign communications, but at this critical moment, it shouldn't be possible if you don't meet in person."

A series of words were spit out from Turing's mouth. He ignored his father's reaction and did not give him time to react and continued:

"When I was very young, you always went on business trips, and only my mother took care of me. Every afternoon, I would pull her to find a platform to wait for your company's car. Even if it was not your commuting route, you rarely even stay in Yezhou.

Later you transferred back, but I still had very little time to see you. As a student, I had to wake up two hours earlier than you. As a social animal, you had to go back five hours later than me. When I woke up, you had not come back yet, and when you came back I was asleep. Perhaps in modern times, this is a regular video of most families. But I remember that every time you come back, you would bring me some gadgets that are difficult to see in normal times. They are beautifully packaged and contain extremely interesting metal toys. Maybe they are not toys, but you gave them to me as toys, saying they are local specialties on business trips. Of course, I also like those things very much and treat them as toys.
To be continued...