Chapter 2049 - 2049 Pay (1/2)

2049 Pay

You guys aren’t from Planet Sky Cloud?” the middle-aged shura asked Han Sen with rhetorical certainty.

“We aren’t. We’re here on business,” Han Sen answered. “You guys only serve shura, huh?”

“We serve humans, as well. It depends on the circumstances, but usually, no human dares to come in here.” The middle-aged shura laughed, and then went on to say, “The people who work here are retired soldiers. They were strong on the battlefields, and their presence is enough to scare away humans. Most who walk in through those doors end up p*ssing themselves. This is the first time I’ve ever seen a guest like her.”

You hate humans?” Han Sen asked.

“The shura don’t really hate humans, but this place isn’t a battlefield. Besides, with this little customer, you guys are free to eat here,” the shura replied carelessly.

“Boss, Golot is here again.” The female waitress shouted at the middle-aged shura man.

His face turned cold, and he quickly moved to the door. Before he reached the door, it was kicked open. A bunch of shuras, all wearing uniforms, came marching inside.

“Golot! What are you doing here?” the middle-aged shura said to a shura dressed like an officer of some sort.

“Collecting taxes. You should pay up now.” The officer looked like he was full of himself.

“I’m not paying you sh*t! This is Planet Sky Cloud. This isn’t a shura planet!” the middle-aged shura shouted at him.

The shura that were eating there all laughed. The people of Planet Sky Cloud did not care for military sorts.

“Really?” The officer laughed. He kicked the middle-aged shura in the stomach. The man was sent flying and came crashing down behind the bar. Bottles fell off the wall and rained down onto his head.

The people in the restaurant stood to flee, but the soldiers near the officer drew their guns. They aimed them at the people to suppress the scene.

“Stop! This is none of your business. Go back to work,” the middle-aged shura yelled at his employees. He stood up from behind the bar and then walked up to the officer. He coldly told him, “Golot, you may kill me if you have the balls to.”

“I won’t just kill you. You killed a member of my family, so I’m going to kill you slowly, as I will the rest of your employees.” Golot laughed, and the laugh made all the onlookers feel a chill.

“It has nothing to do with them. Come at me!” the middle-aged shura growled.

“They should die because they are with you! Wood, I will make you regret ever killing my brother. You should never have thought about touching royalty,” Golot hissed, while staring at him.

“Regret? I’d do it all over again if I could. I have no problem killing a traitor that betrayed his own men,” Wood said flatly.

Then you should die with him.” Golot looked murderous.

“Ha! Kid, who are you bluffing? We almost died out there on the battlefields already. We aren’t afraid. Come and kill us.” The waitress laughed humorlessly before taking a bottle and throwing it at them.

Pang!

Golot smacked the bottle away and fired at her.

Wood was fast, though. He hit Golot’s arm, making his shot go wide. Then, he punched the enemy’s nose.