After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1063

Chapter 1063: Capturing Trash

“BITCH!!” Panghi yelled as he touched his bleeding chest. It definitely wouldn’t kill him, but it hurt—and his ego was especially damaged because it was done by a mere woman!

“Panghi, do you want to go to prison on top of your injury?” Patte asked, looking at Cassie and Yllana’s current states.

“Don’t you see how they’re panting from exhaustion?” he asked. “They can’t do much anymore.”

Cassie cursed internally. “We’re not the only guards here!” she said. “They can all attack you and you can’t do anything about it!”

“We never initiated an attack on anyone,” Patte said, showing off a disgusting but confident smile. “The ones who did attack were unjustly imprisoned for retaliating.”

“When we leave here, safe and sound—we will be properly compensated and you will be punished for hurting guests when we didn’t even do anything. Guests—I may add—that are from a superior territory.”

Technically speaking, they only struck up conversation. Then they were slapped ‘without cause’, causing one of his men to retaliate in ‘self-defense’.

Cassie and the others frowned, looking at him.

This batch of intruders was a little smarter than the usual ones, but they were openly scum. These people must have done a lot of disgusting things outside of Alterra—and have gotten away with it.

If their administration team was afraid of his hometown, then this could really backfire on them. Of course, they didn’t doubt their Elders one bit. However, Patte and the others did not know this. They simply took the silence as Cassie and the others being intimidated.

It was around this point that a new voice sounded from behind the crowd. “What’s going on here?” he asked, and everyone brightened.

“Sir Jun!”

The man entered along with a few guards. Patte’s team looked guardedly at the newcomers.

There were ten guards who approached them. Except for the leading person, they rest were around level 11 or 12, so Patte and the others—whose levels averaged at level 18 or 19—didn’t feel particularly threatened.

Of course, this was with the assumption they wouldn’t be stupid enough to attack. In which case, they’d really taste Basset Town’s anger.

“We are visiting citizens from Basset Town,” he said, placing specific emphasis on their backing.

“As you can see, we are being ganged on by your people,” Patte said. “We were simply being friendly, but these women decided to attack us—like rabid beasts.”

“Sir Jun! That’s not true—” Cassie said, and the other girls and passerbys agreed. They also called Patte various names like: Ugly Perverted Lying Bastard.

This naturally added fire in the men’s hearts, but they endured—just remembering the faces of those who mocked them.

They swore to torture them in a way that not even that slut from Belluga Village could compare to.

Jun did not show any indication of who he believed. He simply sighed and looked at Cassie and Yllana. “Take the girls away from here,” he said. “I’ll speak with you later.”

Cassie stared for a bit before nodding, turning to look at the poor girls. They were ready to fight, but they were also shaking in fear. “Let’s go,” she said, pulling them away from the vile men.

The women agreed quickly. They knew those bastards would be handled well. There was no need for them to dirty their eyes with their bad faces and dirty souls any longer.

When they were sufficiently far away, Bianca thanked Cassia and Yllana profusely.

“Thank you so much…”

“We’re just doing our jobs,” Cassie said, waving her hands.

“They were so disgusting—a few seconds more that and I would’ve vomited out my stomach.”

“We’ll treat you to some sweet later on when things get settled.”

Cassie blinked, feeling embarrassed. “There’s no need,” she said. “I didn’t do anything.”

Her tone was a little bitter when she said that.

She was still too weak. She needed to work harder.

“We want to!” Brianna insisted. “It’d be a fun outing between friends,” she said, looking at the only aborigine in their group. “Right, Miss Yllana?”

The woman blinked. “Me? I’m invited, too?”

This made the girls giggle at her silliness.

Yllana pursed her lips, feeling a complicated mix of emotions. Growing up, girls her age only saw each other as competition. There was no sincerity in their interactions, just subtle one upmanship or—with others—even blatant bullying.

Cassie patted her head. “Since you’re not used to girls’ nights out, I’ll commit to our attendance,” she said. “You better clear out your schedule when I tell you to!”

Yllana blinked and nodded, her cheek flushed a bit red. It was quite cute.

Anyway, since Cassie and Yllana were still on the clock, they didn’t stay to chat for too long. They sent out some goodbyes before finally heading back to their station.

Brianna watched their new friends go before she turned to the others. “Now…” she said, heading in the opposite direction. “Let’s get Becky out of prison.”

…

Back at the scene, Jun approached Patte, who looked down at him. “Excuse me, are you Patte from Basset Town?”

Patte was a little startled to be recognized. He smirked proudly—thinking he shouldn’t have been surprised. Next to Ferrol, Basset was the nearest Town to this place. It was perfectly normal for them to have heard of the ‘great’ Basset Town as well as him, its heir.

“That is us,” he said, chest puffed up, thinking the men would become extremely respectful and treat him like a king.

Instead of doing this though, they saw the group’s captain—Gill—nod at his men, and they encircled Patte and his people. They had their weapons out and had obviously non-friendly dispositions.

Patte’s smug face was wiped off, replaced with an annoyed sneer. “What do you mean by this?”

“You’ll have to come with us.”

“What if we don’t come?” he asked, looking around. He was already looking for escape routes and his mind rummaging the rules to see if he could use something.

In response to his question though, Gill—with an unchanging face—let balls of earth appear around him.

Those must’ve come from his space, but then people watched the soil heat up, creating boiling rocks that drooped a bit of viscous fluid to the ground, creating a simmering sound and some smoke.

“Then I’ll shove these into your faces.”