83 Chapter 83 (1/2)
”Boss, I'm outside. Open up.”
”Hannes? You stupid fuck! Why did you bring a fucking cultivator with you?!”
”She wants to talk, boss. We don't want her to get angry.”
”I can clearly see that it's a man out there! What are you talking about? Have you gone bat dumb, Hannes?! Is that it?!”
”I'm sorry, boss. I got to do what i gotta do.” the talk between former master and servant hasn't fail to amuse me once more.
I could only reckon that the original Mr. Hannes has a good sense of humor in him. Too bad that he had repressed it all so deeply.
If not, then he could have made it big as a comedian or a showman in front of the elites of society.
Like a funny trapped monkey doing jumping tricks to amuse a group of sad people who can't find laughter in their own lives they had to pay in order to experience it. Pathetic!
But i digress, the game was on and I stood immovable on my spot. As one of the few audiences on the seats, i would happily immerse myself in this spectacle and enjoy a fight between insects.
Nothing beats free entertainment after all.
”BANG!” Hannes threw rapid punches directly before him. He may have added some kicks in the combos to mixed it up but i was focused on what was happening inside than his little ineffective theatrics.
The invisible barrier held up but my good slave didn't let up in his efforts. At least, i have to give him some applause on that alone.
”BOOM!” a deafening sound announced its advent and with that single roar, Hannes evaporated from the scene.
Only tiny bits of liquid droplets were left of him as it left smoking holes in the already misty cold haze of the snow.
And after a breath, the scattered pieces of him pulled themselves together to form an untouched Mr. Hannes in their midst. Even his three-piece business suit was remolded anew along his rejuvenated self.
”HANNES! STOP THIS INTANT! DO YOU US TO GET CAUGHT?!” i heard the familiar voice of my other good friend. He hasn't changed one bit.
”Then will you let us in, boss?” Hannes, the human and machine in one, asked.
”ONLY YOU. I DON'T WANT A FUCKING LUNATIC CULTIVATOR NEAR ME!”
”I'm sorry, boss. I can't do that.”
”BANG!”
”BANG!”
”BANG!” Thus, my pet continued on his pitiful assault on the impregnable fortress of his boss.
A second he would get obliterated and the next he would stand up whole again, and repeat the process once more.
When Hannes got squashed for the hundredth time, i could notice a lag in his restoration time.
He was going to get beaten slowly but surely and Hannes would never want to give up that easy especially with me in one of the seats of honor watching his sorry attempt of jump, roll, and tackle.
”WHOOSHHH!” A vertical light of doom marred the day to an even brighter shade.
The change was so apparent that i would even gamble that half the world would have seen that blinding light from the comforts of their own homes.
”HANNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!” Ooppps, don't lose your shit now. I am still imagining many creative forms of torments for one as special as you. I mused at my pet's raging boss.
”YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS HANNES!” and the voice left.
I reckoned that this would be an auspicious time for me to intervene. Else my game would escape to parts unknown with his cheeky teleportation device.
SIGH!
How has my life turned out like this? Catching sneaky rats in my spare time. I shook my head and traversed out of existence.
”Do you need some help with that?” said i. There was a man in the center of a group of big muscled men.
Tsk tsk.