Chapter 57: Slash
“Who the fuck are you?” Slash asked.
Yuan’s bullet-core burned in his skull. The power of the Gun which sustained his life magnified his righteous fury, fanning the flames of his anger until they transformed into a blaze of rage. It took Yuan all of his willpower to not wave a Recoil Blast Barrier around his hand and shoot Slash down in front of the entire racer assembly.
Weeks after weeks of meditation gave him enough self-control to resist that overwhelming temptation. Yuan knew that even if he managed to slay Slash in one blow, doing so inside the Khan’s stronghold would result in his and his team’s own destruction. Yuan cared little for his own personal safety, but the thought of Holster being sent back into slavery and Orient being destroyed by an artillery bombardment stayed his hand.
“Of course you wouldn’t remember,” Yuan said, his voice little more than a low, threatening growl. “The likes of you, they never remember the lives they take.”
“Yeah, that’s the thing. I can feel your hatred towards me from here, but I would remember a borg as ugly as you are.” Slash chuckled disdainfully. “Unless you went to the Metallists for power? What, couldn’t take me on your own?”
Yuan’s jaw clenched. How dare that soulless bastard mock all the struggles he had to overcome to refine his body into this? So many eyes had turned to stare at him, but he ignored them all. He pointed a finger at Slash’s handgun.
“That gun is mine,” Yuan threatened. Alongside three lives, Yuan’s own included. “I’m going to take it back!”
“This piece of junk?” Slash lazily grabbed the handgun and pretended to study it. “Oooh, right… I remember.”
He pointed the gun at Yuan’s forehead, at the exact spot where he once shot him dead.