The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1146

"Welcome! Welcome the rising star of the Tesserlandon Colosseum!"

Salam raised his hands and greeted Yang Le with great enthusiasm. If you didn't know the inside story, you could easily be fooled by his courteous manner.

“I heard from Maud that Mr. Spike is a Tetherlandonian who was lost outside, so it’s normal that he’s not aware of the situation in Tetherlandon in recent years.”

Salam placed a hand on his chest and introduced himself: "I am the current Prime Minister of the Tesserland Federation. You may call me Prime Minister Salam."

"I deeply regret what happened to you, but please rest assured that Tetherlandon will never forget the sacrifices of your parents, and they will both be posthumously honored as Starfighters."

Salam immediately attacked Yang Le by focusing on his parents. If it were an ordinary orphan from Taserlandon, he might have been moved to tears long ago.

Unfortunately, the parents of Yang Le's current identity as Tesserlandon are just like the elders that friends greet each other during a fight—they're all virtual. So Salam's approach doesn't work on him.

Seeing that Yang Le did not respond, Salam was not annoyed, but simply smiled and stepped aside to speak.

"This isn't the place to talk. Let's go to the reception room and have a proper chat."

With that, he took the lead and walked towards the passage behind him, while Yang Le followed at the urging of the elite guards.

After walking for about a minute or two, the group arrived at a huge door. Almost as soon as Salam, the leader, approached the door, it opened immediately without any pause.

The reception room was very luxurious, with all the furniture upholstered in cork. Although Yang Le had never seen this type of wood before, it did not prevent him from recognizing the cost of these items.

The inhabitants of Tesserland are cosmic nomads who, in order to maintain their mobility, minimize the use of resources beyond what is necessary for their own survival.

Take plants, for example. Apart from a few botanical gardens in Tesserland, you can't find a single tree anywhere else. The fact that Salam was able to gather this much furniture for the guest room is enough to show what kind of person he is.

"Please have a seat." Salam gestured for Yang Le to sit opposite him. At the same time, two members of the elite guard remained behind the sofa where Yang Le was sitting, while the rest of the guards left the reception room in an orderly fashion.

However, it's easy to guess that the other guards didn't go far; they were probably standing guard at the gate in case of emergency.

After all, Salam said he wanted to talk to Yang Le, so leaving too many guards in the reception room would be neither acceptable nor justifiable.

Salam was, after all, the Prime Minister of Tesserland. If word got out that he needed to have a room full of soldiers to protect him when he met a guest, even if the guest was a prisoner, it would be enough to make him lose face.

Salam clapped his hands, and the deacon in the reception room immediately brought over two glasses of wine. In fact, this deacon was also his bodyguard.

"This is the most famous wine from Taserlandon. I hope it suits your taste."

When it comes to food and drink, Yang Le is wide awake. He picked up a glass and took a sip. The taste is somewhat similar to red wine on Earth, but the fruit flavor is more intense.

Seeing that Yang Le had drunk some wine, Salam's smile widened. In his view, accepting the goodwill meant that there was room for further discussion. If Yang Le didn't even drink a drop, he wouldn't mind tearing off the mask of civility.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Spike, because of Maud’s mistake, you were treated a little unfairly before, but I think you don’t mind.” Salam raised his glass and flattered, “After all, even Spikesmosen died by your axe, what in this universe can be your match?”

"To be honest, I also watched the video of that gladiatorial match. It got my blood pumping and rekindled the fighting spirit that had been dormant in this Taserlandon man for a long time."

Salam spoke in a gentle tone, telling Yang Le's story as if it were a poem. Just as he was about to continue his eloquent speech, he noticed that Yang Le was staring at the clock in the reception room.

In most cultures, when someone frequently looks at a clock, it means that the person is very concerned about the current time. If someone opposite them is also talking, it means that the person in front is very impatient.

Salam thought so too, which made him furious for the first time since meeting Yang Le. However, his many years as prime minister had given him a certain ability to control his temper, and he suppressed his anger after a moment.

"Sorry, I've become quite talkative since sitting in the office for so long, and I don't act like a typical Taserlander at all. Let's get straight to the point."

Salam placed his glass on the table and said seriously, "Mr. Spike has probably guessed that I called you here today to discuss something important. Actually, I want you to join my elite guard. Of course, this is just a discussion, not an order."

“If you don’t want to join the guard, I can personally appoint you as a general. Then you will be the only Grand General in Tetherland besides Mord.”

Salam made a series of promises, but Yang Le, sitting in front of him, remained silent, showing no interest whatsoever.

"Hmph!" Salam finally lost his temper and slammed his hand on the table, speaking coldly.

"I advise you not to refuse a toast only to suffer the consequences! Being too greedy will not end well."

"That's it."

To everyone's surprise, Yang Le wasn't afraid at all. He sat calmly in his chair, looking more like the master of the place than Salam in front of him.

"I thought you would give me some real benefits, but it turns out they are all empty promises. There is no chance of getting ahead working for you as a boss."

Salam was furious. Since becoming prime minister, no one had ever dared to speak to him so arrogantly. He was about to order the guards to take Yang Le away when the latter took action first.

"I'll be past my time limit in half an hour, so bye-bye."

After saying that, Yang Le stretched out his right fist. At the same time, his body began to expand rapidly, and in no time it became four or five times larger than before. His arm also grew long enough that he could touch Salam while standing still.

Salam's eyes widened, and she screamed in alarm, "Wei..."

Before he could even finish uttering a single word, Yang Le's fist was already imprinted on his head. At this moment, the former's fist was already as big as Salam's head, and nearly ten tons of force slammed directly into the latter's head.

"boom!"

It was like the sound of a watermelon hitting the ground. Then, the white and red parts exploded, splattering everywhere. They mixed with the spilled wine from the overturned table, creating a nauseating mingled smell of blood and alcohol.

(End of this chapter)