Star Cowboys

Three figures appeared aboard Vervy's pirate ship.

The ones greeting them were Vervy's right-hand men—combat-oriented space pirates who possessed two boss templates.

Their guests were a robot, a tall plant life-form, and a red-skinned swordsman.

All three radiated a third-tier aura.

In the space-pirate trade, the smaller the pirate group, the more capable its leader had to be. Otherwise, how could they command respect?

The fact that Vervy had set his sights on these three showed that they were on the same level as him.

"Hahaha, my friends! You're finally here!"

Vervy first gave the red-skinned swordsman a hard hug. It was like two humanoid chunks of steel crashing into each other. Then he turned to the other two.

"Old Machine, Old Tree Root—oh, right. What about that old fox Walter?"

Lester, the red-skinned swordsman, wore an envious and jealous expression.

"Walter isn't coming. His top subordinate, Walter No. 2, came instead. Ever since that old bastard conquered a planet, he's treated us less and less like his own people."

As the saying went, one feared one's brothers suffering great hardship, but also feared them driving a luxury car. When there were benefits to be had, they could even stab each other in the back twice. That was the plastic brotherhood of the space-pirate trade.

Although they had once all been leaders of small pirate groups, Walter's growing power had shown increasing signs of breaking through the small-group stage and reaching the level of a medium-sized pirate group. As a result, his relationship with the three of them had grown increasingly awkward.

As for Walter No. 2, she was Walter's clone. In both strength and temperament, she resembled him the most.

"Hehe, once we take this big score, we'll have a chance to grow as well," Vervy consoled them.

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