Super Zoo

The flames rose without warning, enveloping Suming in a fierce conflagration that extinguished as quickly as it had ignited. From the moment Ludmila saw the flames and pounced to grab Alayi by the throat, and Amir rushed in from outside the door, only four or five seconds had passed before the fire abruptly faded away.

Suming sat there naked and bewildered.

The cabin fell silent in an instant. Ludmila's face still wore anger, frozen in the shape of cursing someone, her blue eyes filled with disbelief, she stared blankly at Suming;

Amir and another Lure warrior, with their guns pointed at Ludmila's head, had their gaze locked onto Suming as if attracted by a magnet, unable to look away;

The Priest Alayi even forgot to cough, his hands trembling uncontrollably, slowly raising them as if he wanted to touch Suming's face but hesitated as though fearful of desecrating Suming, not daring to come closer.

Even the air seemed to have stilled, leaving only the campfire in the cabin to occasionally crackle as the dry wood popped.

"I'm fucking damned!"

It was Suming who eventually shattered the silence. His expression shifted from confusion to anger. Naked as the day he was born, he leaped up like a furious beast and lunged at the old man Alayi, throwing a vicious punch at his withered face.

With a thud, the old man was left with a bloodied mouth, falling backward, and Suming, seemingly out of his mind, relentlessly mounted him, delivering a furious flurry of punches.

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He cursed as he kept punching! At this moment, it became clear that Suming didn't have much of a way with words; his cursing was monotonous, limited to fuck and shit, essentially identical in meaning.

From this, it's evident that it pays to read more. For instance, when cultured people see a flock of birds startled from the reeds at sunset, they might think, "the setting sun and lonely ducks fly together, autumn water shares the sky's hue," but someone semi-illiterate like Suming, who just managed to get a diploma, thinks, "Fuck, so many birds, damn beautiful..."

The fire had genuinely scared Suming out of his wits.

When Alayi asked him to sit down, Suming was actually on guard. Alayi was old and thin, and Suming figured he could handle him in a real fight, not to mention he had Ludmila, the fierce mama bear, watching closely.

He had calculated every possibility, but how could he have expected Alayi to pull such a dirty trick, rigging the 'seat' with something? The cushion under his butt was almost certainly the same type of flammable material Basel had been handling on the plane!

The moment the fire erupted, Suming was caught entirely off guard.

It was lightning fast; in retrospect, he had circled the brink of Ghost Gate Pass!

If it weren't for his fear of death, when he saw so many Iraqi soldiers with guns in the zoo and didn't hesitate to replenish two Rhinoceros Skin Energy Storage Balls, intending to use them to block bullets at the critical moment;

If it weren't summer but winter instead, and he had worn a cotton-padded coat;

If he had been even a split second slower in reacting or wore slightly thicker underwear and hadn't instantly sensed something amiss beneath him, he wouldn't have shattered the Rhinoceros Energy Storage Sphere in time to form two thick layers of rhinoceros skin spiritual power armor outside his body;

If the flammable material under his butt had burned for just a few seconds longer;

If...

Had any one of the above been true, then today, even if Suming hadn't been roasted into a suckling pig, he would have ended up like Basel, half-cooked, and in a remote mountain area like this, lacking proper medical care, that might have been worse than death;

Moreover, Suming had been sitting cross-legged, and the flames had originated from a very crucial area, almost turning little Su into a roasted sausage—oh, with a side of fried eggs.

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Another cup of milk tea with evaporated milk, and there might be enough for a simple breakfast...

After the flames went out, Suming snapped back from shock, with these scenes flashing through his mind. His heart was filled with fear and cold sweat poured out of him!

These damn religious fanatics, they absolutely didn't treat people as human beings! If it had been an ordinary person sitting here, they would already be dead!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Suming completely lost it, his eyes red as he punched Alayi one blow after another.

The Lure People's High Priest Alayi didn't demonstrate any extraordinary magical powers like those in fantasy novels. He was just an old man, who, apart from possessing more wisdom than younger men, had no physical advantage. In fact, he was very weak and got a swollen face and broken yellow teeth from Suming's punches, uttering "ugh, ugh, ugh" from the pain.

It wasn't until then that Amir and another warrior came to their senses. One of them aimed a gun at Suming and shouted loudly while Amir from behind wrapped his arm around Suming's neck, pulling him away from Alayi.

"Fuck!" Suming fought with arms and legs and, in the end, still gave Alayi's thigh a vicious kick, which made Alayi curl up like a shrimp in pain.

Ludmila's gaze flickered, ready to act, but when the other warrior noticed something was wrong, he barked out loudly, retreating to the corner to cock his rifle, aiming it at Ludmila.

Rustle, rustle, the curtains of the wooden house were flung open again as several Lure warriors burst in, raising their guns at the scene.

"High Priest, what happened to you!"

"The evil heathen, how dare you harm the High Priest!"

An irate warrior raised the butt of his gun, aiming to smash Suming and Ludmila's heads.

"Stop!"

"Wait a moment!"

Two voices sounded at the same time. One came from Amir, and the other, weak and wheezy, came from Alayi.

The butt of the gun hung in the air as the young Lure men looked in surprise at their respected High Priest and their most formidable warrior, big brother Amir.

Alayi struggled to get up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. Seeing Amir still holding Suming by the neck, he glared at him fiercely, "Let go of him!"

Amir slowly released his hold, looking at Suming with a complex expression. Subconsciously, he shifted his stance, using half his body to shield his father from Suming, for fear that Suming would hurt his father again.

"Move aside!"

Alayi pushed Amir away and crawled at Suming's feet, speaking in a trembling voice, "Messenger who walked out of the flames, please forgive my offense against you. Alayi, God's most loyal servant, is willing to accept any punishment!"

The Lure warriors who had rushed in didn't witness what happened earlier and had no clue about it. Hearing what Alayi said, they looked at each other, but instinctively lowered their guns, no longer daring to aim them at Suming.

But Amir and the warrior who had seen Suming emerge unscathed from the fierce fire exchanged glances, and simultaneously took off their guns from their shoulders, kneeling down on the spot before Suming.

Ludmila's mouth dropped open even wider, it could almost fit a fist.

"So you're saying, I can beat you up however I want?" Suming asked Alayi with a wicked smile, gripping his fist.