Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C94

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Should they stay or leave? If they left, there was no guarantee Grant wouldn’t turn hostile. Plus, given Tang Fang's condition, where could they go? According to the road signs, the nearest town was over 300 kilometers away. How long would it take to walk there, especially with Tang Fang's uncertain health? Delaying treatment could worsen his condition.

Furthermore, their identities were problematic. In military records, the three of them were likely marked as deceased. Appearing openly in a big city could lead to endless pursuit by the government. With Tang Fang awake, he could protect them, but in his current unconscious state, they were vulnerable.

If they stayed, would they get caught up in trouble? Arroz didn’t know what Grant and his group intended to do. If strong enemies appeared and dragged them into it, how would they escape?

Arroz tightened his grip on his Paladin M5 tucked in his waistband, feeling a headache coming on. Usually, with Tang Fang around, he never had to worry about their path forward. Now, one was unconscious, and the other was utterly unreliable. Not causing trouble was already a blessing.

Seeing Arroz lost in thought, Grant didn’t rush him, sipping his drink leisurely. Beside him, Housen, without much subtlety, grinned at the man opposite him. "We can stay, but there must be plenty of booze."

"That’s easy," Grant chuckled, giving Old John a knowing look.

The elderly bartender turned and grabbed two bottles of strong tequila from the rack, slamming them onto the bar. "Drink your fill."

"Hahaha... Now I can finally quench my thirst." For someone like Housen, as long as there was alcohol today, even if he had to face the guillotine tomorrow, he would still drink heartily.

"Taloso," Arroz frowned and scolded him. It was obvious that Grant wanted to keep them occupied to avoid any leaks. Once they agreed, who knew what dangerous events they might get entangled in?

Though straightforward, Housen wasn’t stupid. Hearing this, he glanced at the unconscious Tang Fang on the couch, shrank his neck, and pushed the bottles of strong tequila away.

Grant furrowed his brows, about to speak, when suddenly, the door behind him creaked open. A lanky teenager with a mole under his left eye burst into the room, scanned the crowd, and finally fixed his gaze on Grant. "Boss, they’re here."

Grant’s expression changed, his smile vanished. He threw back the last sip of his drink, stood up, and swept his eyes across everyone in the hall. "It’s time. Let’s go."

No passionate speeches, no fiery declarations—just a simple statement.

The sound of footsteps echoed as men hidden in the shadows began to rise, adjusted their weapons, and filed out towards the bar entrance.

Finally, Grant turned to look at Arroz and Housen, speaking in a low voice. "Stay inside. Bullets don’t discriminate. Just because we consider you friends doesn’t mean the enemy will."

With that, he walked to the side, picked up his cowboy hat from the table, placed it on his head, and exited the bar.

Arroz frowned, hesitated for a moment, and sighed deeply. Grant’s words made sense. Staying here would keep them safe. Venturing out could expose them, and who knows if they’d be mistaken for allies of Grant’s group.

Where were the enemies coming from? How strong were they? He didn’t know. For safety’s sake, it was best to stay put.

"There are rooms upstairs. If you’re tired, you can rest." Old John poured half a glass of alcohol and slid it towards Arroz. "Listen to an old man’s advice: it’s not wise to reveal your weapons. Planet Krotan has been quite unstable recently."

Arroz took the glass and nodded thoughtfully.

"Old John, give me a glass too." The teenager who had informed Grant came to sit at the bar with a sulky expression.

Everyone had left, leaving him behind, which made him both unhappy and disheartened.

"Sam, you’re not old enough to drink yet," Old John scolded with a stern glare.

Young Sam raised an eyebrow, glaring back indignantly. "Old John, I’m already 16. Don’t look at me like a kid—it makes me uncomfortable."

Old John shrugged, showing his uneven yellow teeth with a smile. "You are a little brat, and one who doesn’t know his own limits."

"You..." Young Sam snorted, jumped off the bar stool, and walked over to the couch, eyeing Tang Fang from head to toe, finally focusing on his blood-stained clothes. "Is he injured?"

Arroz glanced at the young man and nodded, softly affirming with an "Mm."

"Oh, poor guy. Wait..." With that, Sam ran upstairs, returning shortly with a medical kit, which he slammed onto the table. "There’s medical glue, antiseptic, bandages, and such inside. See if there’s anything useful."

Arroz couldn’t help but smile, patting the boy’s head. "Though none of it may help, thank you anyway."

Young Sam angrily brushed Arroz’s hand away, glaring at him. "Don’t touch my head."

The young man was behaving like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on. Convinced he had grown up, he detested being treated like a child.

"Haha," Arroz laughed warmly, a hint of nostalgia flickering in his eyes.

Beside him, Housen was also amused by the young man. Wiping the alcohol from his mouth, he extended his hand towards Sam. "Come on, buddy. Let’s arm wrestle. If you win, I’ll call you ‘big brother’ from now on. How about that?"

Sam eyed Housen’s massive hand, then glanced at his own, which was less than half a foot in length, and hesitated.

After much deliberation, he clenched his teeth, walked past Arroz to Housen, and stubbornly extended his hand. "Fine, let’s do it. I’m not afraid of you."

"Good, you’ve got guts," Housen suppressed a laugh and nodded, extending his right hand. "Let’s go."

"Mmm..." Sam climbed onto the bar, tried to level his body, and also extended his right hand to grip Housen’s. "Alright, I’m going to use all my strength..."

"Bring it on," Housen teased, winking.

"Eh..." Without further ado, Sam took a deep breath and exerted force with his wrist.

His hand trembled, purple veins bulging slightly, his face turning beet red. He leaned his body, channeling all his strength into his right hand. However, reality was merciless. Housen’s arm was like a towering mountain—impossible to budge, let alone overturn.

"Hahaha..." Unable to hold back any longer, Housen lifted Sam by his hand and plopped him onto the adjacent barstool. "Kid, you lost."

Though he had mentally prepared himself, the overwhelming sense of defeat still hit him hard.

Housen ruffled his hair. "Hey, little guy, can’t handle a little failure? How will you ever become a man of integrity? Back in my boxing days, I suffered many defeats. A single loss means nothing. To live as a man, you need the heart of a champion."

Sam looked up at him, nodding with a mix of understanding and confusion.

Housen waved his hand dramatically, slapping Sam’s shoulder with a loud "slap," and handed him a half-full glass of tequila. "Here, the old man won’t let you drink, but I will."

Looking at the crystal-clear liquid in the glass, Sam steeled himself, took it, and downed it in one gulp.

This was his first time drinking, and it was tequila, a strong distilled spirit. The sharp smell of alcohol assaulted his mouth, the liquid sliding down his throat like boiling oil on water, burning sensations spreading across his senses.

"Cough, cough." Sam started coughing uncontrollably.

Old John’s lips twitched, partly out of helplessness and partly because he was displeased with being called an "old man" by Housen.

Arroz’s face twitched too, his lips stretching almost to the back of his head. Who would have thought this thick-headed, straightforward brute could utter such profound words.

Hmm, sending him to the army for ideological education work would surely be promising.

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