Chapter 675 Fat Bandit
Time flies, and before we knew it, a month had passed.
Except for the cast on his left arm, the fat man's other injuries had already fully healed.
The medical skills on the white-haired side were also quite good. After treating the fat man's facial wounds, no scars were left, ensuring that his face, which he considered very handsome, remained undisfigured...
Of course, with his powerful physique from level 5 evolution, the fracture in his left arm was almost healed. The cast wasn't that it couldn't be removed, but that he was unwilling to remove it.
Because he can use this to do many great things!
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Ever since the fat man got out of bed, his fat figure can be seen constantly moving around the base.
He treated the place as if it were his own home, and in just one day, he became intimately familiar with the entire structure of the base.
He, who was always lazy, seemed to have discovered a new continent and was busy all day long!
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That day, he tidied himself up in front of the mirror, hung his arm in a cast with a strip of cloth around his neck, and ran out of his residence with high spirits.
Seeing that Han Shuo and Feng had not returned, he pushed open Qingfa's door as usual.
At this moment, Qingfa was busy working in front of the control panel.
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"Hey, so this is you, old man! I've been looking for you for ages. What are you doing here?"
The fat man wasn't shy at all; he grinned and put his right arm around the green-haired man's shoulder as he greeted him.
"snort!"
Qingfa snorted coldly, feeling annoyed at the sight of him. He shook off the fat man's arm and replied impatiently with a sidelong glance.
"You fatso, why are you here again? Aren't you annoying?"
"Hehe, we're good friends, so I came over to say hello."
He responded with a shameless smile, and soon, his gaze inadvertently drifted to the cabinet beside him.
Inside the cabinet were various exquisite cold weapons: knives, daggers, long blades, greatswords...
These were all made by Qingfa himself over the past few years, and he cherishes them very much.
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"Wow! You've got some skills, kid. This little knife is really nice. I'll take it!"
The fat man exclaimed in feigned surprise, and without waiting for Qingfa's reply, he quickly opened the cabinet door and took out a beautiful crescent-shaped knife.
Seeing this scene, Qingfa's face showed an angry expression.
He ran up to the fat man, shoved him aside, and angrily shouted with his hand outstretched.
"Give it back to me! You've taken so much already."
To everyone's surprise, the fat man's face suddenly contorted in pain.
Ouch!
He screamed and frowned, pointing to the cast on his left arm.
"You're hurting me. I'm injured, you know. It'll take me at least a hundred days to recover."
"Consider this small knife as compensation for me!"
"you--!"
Qingfa was so angry he couldn't speak. He stared at the fat man with a burning rage. After a long while, he finally managed to shout in a trembling voice.
"You fatso, stop pretending! You're perfectly fine, aren't you?!"
After hearing this, the fat man was clearly unhappy.
He quickly retorted, "So what? You beat me up like this anyway, so you have to take responsibility!"
"The two truckloads of bio-grenades, one truckload of lightsabers, and ten laser cannons that you promised me still haven't arrived. What's wrong with me asking for a small knife? What's wrong with that?"
"Get out of here! We didn't agree to it back then!" Qingfa was extremely indignant.
Unfortunately, in the fat man's mind, what he got his hands on belonged to him, so how could he possibly give it back?
He waved his hand and replied generously.
"Alright, alright, I'm not going to argue with you about this anymore. I'm leaving now, go do your thing, I'll come see you again tomorrow."
After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.
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This made Qingfa very anxious. That crescent-shaped knife was his favorite item in the cabinet, so he hurriedly chased after it.
Unable to tolerate it any longer, he began to fiercely struggle with the fat man.
However, humans with advanced genes at level 5 evolution are far beyond his ability to contend with.
Even though the fat man only had one arm he could move, he still easily won the game.
After giving Qingfa a small beating, he straightened his wrinkled clothes, glanced sideways at the aggrieved Qingfa on the ground, and added a few of the most hurtful words.
"Sigh, young people are so ignorant. Look at you, you're much thinner than me, how could you possibly beat me?"
"By the way, your light blue hair doesn't look good. I'll bring some hair dye later and dye it green for you. Green is so nice, so nice..."
"you--!"
"You fucking idiot!"
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After leaving the room with the green-haired man, the fat man found the yellow-haired man.
The blond-haired man is the fifth oldest among the cyborgs, and he also has the appearance of a black person. His main job is to manufacture bio-grenades.
After sweeping through the room in the same way, he emerged with a bag of bio-grenades in his hand...
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Next, following the order he had planned that morning, he went to the orange-haired man's room.
The orange-haired one is the fourth oldest, a Caucasian, and the third managerial cyborg after the white-haired and silver-haired ones.
He didn't have any special skills. The fat man searched carefully for a long time and finally found a small bottle of turbid liquid in his drawer.
This thrilled him, because there were about a thousand drops of turbid liquid in the bottle.
This is something these cyborgs have gradually accumulated over the past few years.
They didn't collect them intentionally; they just left them behind when they first went to capture alien species for research.
To everyone's surprise, it benefited the fat man instead, and he naturally pocketed it.
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As the orange-haired man left his room, the fat man nodded in satisfaction.
"Hmm, not bad, not bad at all."
"The two big shots spent a whole week out there working hard, and only brought back that little bit of turbid liquid. Look at me, I easily got 1,000 drops of turbid liquid in less than a minute!"
"Now, let's see who dares to call me a burden when we go back! I, Fatty, am the chosen one, okay!"
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After admiring himself for a while, the fat man finally found the blue-haired man.
Of the five cyborgs at headquarters, he liked this honest, simple-minded big guy the most.
Because most laser-based weapons were actually made by this person!
Of course, that's not the point. The point is that the blue-haired guy's honest and simple nature allows the fat man to easily solve all the problems without lifting a finger.
He didn't even need to say a word; he could just take whatever he wanted, and the blue-haired guy couldn't be bothered to care...
However, the fat man didn't go too far when dealing with such an honest person. This time, he simply carried a laser cannon back to his residence.
Since the other party refused to keep their promise and deliver the compensation, he had no choice but to condescend to go to their door and collect it slowly...
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