Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Bronya recalled the spoils of war and introduced them:

“Those items could be traded with merchants from other worlds and could make a lot of money. They also contain many lost manufacturing techniques, so the future development of Belloberg will only get better and better.”

"Huh? Sambo? He looted? He handed it over to you? He didn't pocket it?"

Yan's pupils dilated, as if he had heard some earth-shattering news.

That's Sambo... He would be so selfless as to leave all the good stuff he plundered from the big family to Cocolia?

How can someone like that call himself "Big Brother"?

“He pocketed it, but not entirely,” Bronya said.

"What do you mean?"

"Halfway through the meal, the captured nobles started revealing shocking information about Sambo, including many previously unknown details. My mother was furious when she heard it," Pera added.

Bronya added:

"Then, in order to save his life, he voluntarily vomited up what he had swallowed and demanded that those people be executed immediately."

"No wonder those guys in prison uniforms had duct tape over their mouths!" March 7th suddenly realized.

……

on the square.

Strange sounds rang out.

"Slap—slap—slap!!"

The onlookers all covered their children's eyes, unable to bear to look.

"Go ahead and yell, yell! You like to yell, don't you? Yep up the yelling!"

"Oh my gosh! Baby, I love it, in public! Mmm~ Ah!!"

Chapter 203 Let me say a few words.

Sambo raised his long whip high.

He angrily slapped the muscular man.

The latter not only did not resist, but even lay down and moaned with a look of enjoyment on its face.

"Tsk!" Seeing this, Sangbo felt increasingly humiliated.

So he raised his long whip and whipped up the blue watermelon that the muscular man had placed to the side.

"Snapped--!!"

But in that very instant...

"boom--!!"

The blue watermelon suddenly burst open, releasing a strange wisp of smoke that spread outwards.

"???"

Surrounded by blue mist, Sambo was completely bewildered. Before he could figure out what was happening, a woman screamed from the side.

"Ah ah--!!"

Sambo looked in the direction from which the scream came and saw what appeared to be a female student, but her skin was turning blue at a visible speed.

"Blue... Smurfs?"

As Sambo's doubts grew, more and more people began to experience changes in their skin.

The blue mist lingered, and the situation became increasingly chaotic.

Suddenly, with a few "whoosh" sounds, several figures wrapped in black robes rushed into the blue mist.

With flashing blades, several wooden prison carts were smashed to pieces on the spot. The bewildered prisoners inside were quickly hoisted up and carried straight towards the rift in the upper district.

"Damn it, stop them! What are you doing?!" Sangbo was so anxious that he jumped up and down, drew his curved sword from his waist and charged towards the men in black robes.

But after he had run some distance, he realized that no guards were following him, so he looked back.

"!!!"

Those Iron Guards who inhaled the mist swayed and staggered, their skin turning blue after they removed their helmets.

It seems like they've been poisoned.

Sambo looked at himself again, puzzled:

"Why didn't I turn into a Smurf? Didn't that watermelon explode right next to me?!"

"Baby." The muscular man barely managed to stand up, his expression grave. "It seems this mist is useless against the strong."

"?"

Upon hearing this, Sangbo quickly looked at the muscular man he had just slapped and frowned, saying:

"You've switched sides pretty quickly, haven't you? I just fired you a few days ago and you've already betrayed me?"

"No." The muscular man scratched his head apologetically.

"I didn't know these watermelons had been tampered with. I only sell watermelons that I've eaten myself. If there's a problem, I won't stock them anymore."

"?"

Sambo immediately threw his scimitar, which flew like a dart towards the tricycle loaded with watermelons on the other side.

"boom--!!"

In an instant, the sweet blue juice flowed all over the ground along the cracked melon rind.

Looking at the broken watermelon, Sangbo said disdainfully:

"Goodness, out of so many normal watermelons, you just happened to bring along a problematic one?"

"No, a guy handed me this watermelon!"

"Dude? Who is it? Your other buddies!"

“Baby, that’s not true… I don’t even know him. The atmosphere was just right, and a guy next to me handed me a watermelon and encouraged me to come over and get intimate with you! I thought he took the watermelon from my tricycle.”

"..."

Sambo looked to the other side, which was the direction of the upper zone's rift.

Those men in black had vanished without a trace.

"Damn it, my bonus—!!"

……

"Damn, bro, you were here all along! Why didn't you come and help me out?"

Inside Cripper Fort.

When Sangbo saw Yan Huan, he was overjoyed and immediately slid over to his knees to hug Yan Huan's leg, rubbing his face against him repeatedly.

As if nothing had happened, Yan dragged the pendant to Cocolia's table, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then calmly said after putting the teacup away:

"What's wrong with that? It's normal for some remnants to survive. You didn't arrest all the major families, so it's expected that some will slip through the net."

He put the teacup back on the table and continued dragging the pendant downstairs:

"Take it slow. Anyway, this incident has blown up so big that they probably won't dare to make any rash moves for the next few years."

Cocolia silently threw the teacup out the window, causing a sound of shattering glass to echo outside.

Then, she took out a new cup from the drawer, poured tea into it, and silently watched the eccentric people below chatting.

"Big brother, wasn't I awesome this time? Now everyone in Belleburg knows that I, Sambo, was once awesome!"

"Yes, yes, you've successfully become the target of revenge."

"Tch, that makes sense. They actually want me to play this kind of villain, even with my handsome face. Why doesn't that old woman up there send her daughter instead?"

With a "whoosh," a brand-new teacup smashed onto Sambo's head, making a crisp sound, and shattered into glass shards scattered on the ground.

Cocolia opened the drawer, took out a new cup, and poured tea into it.

"..."

While Sambo was in pain, Cocolia sat on top and said to Yan Huan in a deep voice:

"What are your plans next?"

"I don't have any plans, but I can't stay in Yalilo any longer."

"why?"

"It's been taking too long. School has already started and we still haven't gotten a new map. It's not appropriate to keep dragging this out."

"?"

"I mean, thank you for your kindness."

"..."

Cocolia nodded slowly, and Hilva, who was under the table, climbed out at the opportune moment, stood up, and said:

“Brother Yan Huan, since you are the executive officer, why don’t you say a few words from time to time? It seems you haven’t said anything to the people.”

"What? I'd completely forgotten I even held an official position. Maybe we should just forget about it."

"Give me one."

"Give me one!" Sambo chimed in, rubbing the bump on his head.

"alright."

Noon the next day.

In the square of the administrative district.

Standing before Cocolia and Bronya, dressed in a formal uniform, Yan spoke with an air of nonchalance into the microphone:

"Hello everyone, I am the CEO."