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Chapter 647 - 331: Body Art, The Essence of Meme Pollution!

Chapter 647: Chapter 331: Body Art, The Essence of Meme Pollution!

Rashid was indeed a Third Rank Life, his vitality was comparable to a cockroach.

After being fed a large amount of nutrients, it took him just over half an hour to open his eyes.

However, he was still somewhat dazed, just blankly staring with his eyes wide open, constantly blowing bubbles from his mouth, looking somewhat adorably stupid.

Outside the healing chamber, Commander Hanno watched the scene with some anxiety.

Brian was also there.

He handed a box to Hanno, "Here, once he’s fully conscious and sees that you’ve prepared clothes for him ahead of time, Rashid might forgive you for running away earlier."

Upon hearing this, Hanno was startled and hurriedly took the box, his face showing gratitude, "Thank you, I almost forgot about this."

Watching him hold the box, still with dark clouds over his head, Brian shook his head.

He patted Hanno on the shoulder, "Don’t mention it. By the way, how’s your family doing? Got any unresolved issues? After all, we’ve fought together. If it’s not too much trouble, I could lend a hand, take care of your family."

As he spoke, Brian also glanced at several of Hanno’s deputies, "The same goes for you."

Hanno: ???

The deputies: ???

Brian’s words sounded warm-hearted, but also odd.

What does he mean by "taking care"?

Can’t we take care of ourselves?

The next moment.

Zzzzzap~

The glass cover outside the healing chamber cracked inch by inch.

Hanno didn’t have the time to ask Brian what he meant and rushed over with a concerned and flattering expression, holding the box containing the Holy Armor, "Lord Rashid, it’s so good that you are unharmed, this..."

The next moment.

Rashid’s eyes widened.

Two beams of golden light shot out from his pupils, directly piercing through Hanno’s mouth, silencing all his words.

Hanno’s body trembled, his breath dispersing.

Rashid was far more vicious than he had imagined.

Several of Hanno’s deputies jumped, startled.

They smelled the scent of roasted brains.

After killing Hanno, Rashid pulled the box from his hands with a cold face and slapped on himself the alloy armor that had originally been prepared for Brian.

The armor was a rectangular shape, and upon touching the skin, it immediately unfolded along Rashid’s skin, like Iron Man’s armor, eventually wrapping around him completely.

But the look of this armor was a bit strange.

It didn’t bode well.

The front of the armor looked fine, but there was a large bulge on the back, making it look like he was carrying a turtle shell.

Rashid naturally knew how he looked.

He glanced at Brian with a frosty face, then turned to several of Hanno’s deputies who were looking down, "What’s the situation?"

One deputy with guts slightly lifted his head, then quickly lowered it, "Lord Rashid, that monster was vaporized by the high temperature from the Tactical Hydrogen Bomb, the entire quarantine zone has almost been flattened, the only issue is that our losses this time were huge, almost all of the Special Service Department troops and equipment summoned here were destroyed by the Tactical Hydrogen Bomb.."

Hearing the monster had died, Rashid’s stoic face finally softened somewhat.

Seeing this, everyone sighed in relief.

The next moment.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~

Beams of golden light shot out, piercing through all their heads as well.

Rashid killed several men in quick succession, slowly retracting his hand, sneering, "Since the Special Service Department troops have been wiped out, why don’t you all go die too?"

Saying this, he turned his gaze toward Brian after venting his rage by killing several people.

Whether it was fury or some other emotions he wanted to vent, he was like an erupting volcano at that moment, wanting to destroy whatever he saw.

But Brian felt no fear towards Rashid, who was helplessly furious at that moment.

He understood Rashid.

Previously, showing off by charging in alone, only to be beaten like a dead dog.

Later, in front of so many people, beaten again like a dead dog.

For a man, face is important.

He got it.

And so.

Rashid looked at Brian, and Brian reciprocated with a gaze that held concern for the defeated.

They stared each other down.

After a long while.

Rashid spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you too?"

Brian shook his head, pointing to his head, "I saved you, you wouldn’t go as far as to kill me, right? That’d be too tasteless, we’re being live-streamed right now.."

"Shut up!"

Rashid almost saw red again, "Why are you holding onto my hair!"

Brian’s answer was even more sincere, "Your whole body was wrapped up by that disgusting thing, only your hair was clean. I feel sick touching anywhere else. You understand, my meaning is, touching anywhere else on you would be like indirectly touching that monster, right?"

The more he talked, the more unsightly Rashid’s face became.

Buzz buzz~

The temperature around them started to rise, the void slightly trembling.

Layers of golden light reflected around Rashid.

Just as he was about to lose his reason and strike,

Brian raised his hands in surrender, "Don’t be like that, buddy. I’m just being honest, but if you didn’t want anyone to know about this, I can keep it a secret for you. We’ve fought alongside each other, I won’t tell others how you were swung around by that..."

"Arghhh!!!"

Rashid completely lost it, his biological magnetic field surging with the power to pierce through anything, shot towards Brian who was standing in front of him.

The next moment.

Boom~

A terrifying force of shock descended from the heavens, hitting his head first, not only tearing apart Rashid’s magnetic field and helmet but also driving him forcefully into the mud beneath him, leaving only a forehead exposed with cool air in the middle and golden hair floating elegantly on both sides.

A resigned voice came from above Rashid’s head, "Why on earth did you have to provoke him?"