Half a day later, the shuttle landed with a bang at the Rekart Space Fortress. Before his eyes was a sea of people, all Silver Alliance soldiers. Zhang Xiaobo's anxious heart finally settled a bit as he kept muttering, "Heaven bless, heaven bless, please don't send me to the front lines with this nonsense."
Mr. K gave him a playful nudge, "Let's go."
"Where to?"
"Of course, to meet your old friends. What, don't want to catch up?"
"Huh? Old friends?" The chubby man was taken aback again, but he quickly realized who Mr. K meant. The moment he saw Vladimir, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Hell's Gate, their eyes met, and memories of past events were stirred up once more.
"Hey, you came too, huh? Rare, rare." Vladimir glanced at the chubby man with a faint smile.
