The mutants entrenched in Jinx River City had long grown accustomed to attacks from the Iron Tower Organization. This time seemed no different from the last.
Both sides left behind more than a dozen corpses, made a huge mess, and hastily called it a day.
However, just as Chu Guang had guessed, the local mutant tribe was different from those elsewhere. It had a few more schemers among its ranks.
Three armed trucks had been destroyed, and nineteen mutant soldiers had been killed, including a centurion who was thirty percent cybernetic.
For a group of guerrilla soldiers whose equipment had been cobbled together from scraps, those losses were suspiciously high...
The following morning.
Amid the wreckage-strewn streets stood a towering, imposing giant.
He stood over three meters tall, built like a wild bear, with skin so green it was nearly black. Half his body was granite-like muscle, while the other half was steel stained with oily sheen and mottled rust. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether flesh drove the steel, or steel commanded the flesh.
His name was Qi Gahn, leader of the secular faction of the Qi Tribe. Not only was he the tribe's strongest warrior, but he was also its unquestioned supreme authority.
Staring at the horribly mangled corpse before him, his brows twisted like two centipedes. No one knew what was brewing behind those flickering pupils.
At that moment, an elderly mutant with a hunched back and patterned cloth strips draped over his shoulders stepped to his side and spoke softly.
"Missiles, Gauss rifles, powered armor, and aircraft... Those sophisticated toys don't look like the work of scattered rabble. There's an eighty-percent chance the humans from the north have their eyes on us."
The old man's name was Qi Gomo. He was the high