Bai Zhenshan Lets Loose

Inside Resource Planet.

Revival Army headquarters.

In the enormous Military Base, Bai Zhenshan, his hair and beard completely white, lounged leisurely on a recliner, listening to explosive, deafening music.

Every now and then, he picked up the half-empty bottle from the tea table beside him and poured a mouthful down his throat.

The rich liquor ran from the corner of his mouth into his white beard, then slowly slid down onto his exposed chest, which was covered in all kinds of scars.

Ha...

A breath of alcohol sprayed out. ✿

Unbelievably satisfying.

The furnishings in the room, which had once made it feel like a cage, had all been removed.

The torture chair that had tormented him day and night for more than fifty years had been smashed into scrap metal by his own punch.

He no longer needed to rely on the suffering from that torture chair to temporarily forget the pain of the Revival Army's destruction, and of his comrades dying in groups before his eyes.

The huge, spacious room was filled with countless photographs and bottles of strong liquor.

Listening to the most explosive music and drinking the strongest liquor.

This was the life he had wanted most when he was young and had no dreams.

Though he was alone, he did not find it lonely.

Because the photographs of thousands of comrades who had once lived and died alongside him were keeping him company.

As for whether those comrades were willing or not, he paid it no mind.

If they had the ability, they could jump out and object.

If they did not jump out, then he would take it as their silent consent.

Ring, ring, ring...

The doorbell suddenly rang.

The faint sound was completely drowned out by the deafening music.

However, Bai Zhenshan still