Chapter 482 (2/2)

“We will be fucking lodging a complaint.” The woman said, her eyes red as she glared at Hank. The wounded man had produced a Healing Potion and drank it. Very quickly, the flesh grew back, and he joined her to glare at him.

Hank couldn’t help it now, a grin spreading across his face like a wildfire on a dry prairie. “Be careful you don’t threaten me too much now, lest you end up scaring me into lodging a bullet into you two. I won’t be nice with my aim this time, neither.”

“Hah, you might be a Tier 3 citizen, but that doesn’t mean you can ignore the law.” The man said, his eyes narrowed. “You’re lucky that I wasn’t seriously injured. We will both be heading out with the secondary expedition in thre days, when the Zone opens up and connects to the wider world. Colonel Radford is our commander, and if he-”

Snorting, Hank turned away. This wasn’t worth his time. Honestly, it would save him the trouble of tracking down that little shit Radford if these punks would send him Hank’s way, but he doubted Radford would take the bait.

Grabbing the kid’s elbows, he steered him away, over towards the cracked and dented vehicle. After muttering threats at Hank’s back, the two left, clearly somewhat spooked by the dozens of people recording their actions on their cellphones. Although it wasn’t much, videos of Hank easily wounding the man would go online, where Ghost could access it.

Once that data was entered into Ghost’s evaluation, the man would have a much harder time raising his citizenry tier. Adding more pointless arguing would be doubly harmful. Smart like a smelly fox, he was, Hank reflected.

“This is bullshit,” The kid whispered, looking at his car. Apparently, some of the wonder from seeing Hank’s revolver had worn off, and he was back on to the damage to his Manatech. “I had to save up for so long to buy this. And now-”

“Don’t worry, kid.” Hank said, offering a small object to the kid. “Those two decided to kindly drop this over yonder. Must be as repayment.”

“My name isn’t kid, its- huh!?” The kid started in a huff, then his eyes widened when he noticed the cube that Hank was offering him. It was heavy and glossy, clearly an expensive material, something that could only be obtained in a high Level Dungeon. Even Hank didn’t know what it was, but he knew enough to guess that it would be probably worth enough to compensate the kid for the damage.

“How-” The kid began, taking the cube of metal, and Hank just waved his long, graceful fingers.

“Fast hands. And anyway, these are just small fries. They might be Tier 2, but they are fresh promotions, or else they wouldn’t be in the secondary expedition under Radford. Careful where you sell that though, both because they might be on the lookout for where they lost it, and because other people might take advantage of you. Good luck kid.”

Hank turned and began to walk away, fully intending to go home and take a long bath, but of course, life wasn’t that simple for Hank. It hadn’t been for years.

“Hey! Wait! I’m not a kid, my name’s Tony. What’s yours?” The kid had to hurry to catch up with him, hovering around his elbow as he walked.

“Hank,” Hank said simply, lengthening his stride to leave him behind.

But it seemed that Agility was a part of the kid’s Class, and a lot of it, because he was surprisingly capable at keeping up with Hank. And although it was annoying, it wasn’t so bad that Hank was gonna launch himself into a dead sprint to lose a kid-

His cell phone began to buzz, causing Hank to stop up short. The kid didn’t react in time, and slammed into Hank, bouncing harmlessly off with a loud grunt. Hank looked at his phone.

Alan Howard.

Hank answered the phone. “Heya brother. How about you fuck off?”