Boss Su could actually see the back and forth entanglement in Hema's heart. To be honest, it's actually very warm to huddle with each other in such a chaotic world.

Maybe Hema was thinking too much. But Hema is the manager of this place, and even under the identity of thousands of people in this place, he actually hides his pressure.

Hema is not Boss Su after all, he can't be as fearless as Boss Su and do whatever he wants. Because Hema understands that he is not Boss Su after all.

Boss Su...... Boss Su...... His true identity is that world-famous Alliance Legend Admiral Dixi. Who doesn't know the name of Dixi, who doesn't? Even after eight or nine years now, the name Dixi still has a different legend and history among the major regions.

You know, even Hema, an extraterritorial pirate who is not under the jurisdiction of the Alliance, and may even be much behind the Alliance, knows so well, let alone others.

Hema has a few pounds and a few taels, and he understands. Now he has met his subordinates who are merciful, and they usually talk to themselves in a 'gentle voice', which can be regarded as giving Hema, a little minion, a face, and not killing them all. The cooperation proposed by Boss Su made Hema entangled, in fact, there are two very obvious points.

It is precisely because Boss Su is too powerful that Hema is so jealous. He was afraid that Boss Su would really do something, so he was very concerned about this. To be honest, isn't it still the doubt in Hema's heart that can't get over?

But on the other hand, he felt as if he had acquiesced to Boss Su's existence.

After all, when he was so stressed and alone, there was such a person who suddenly appeared in front of him, saying the good news that he wanted to form a group with him to keep warm, could Hema not be happy? It is to prove that others are willing to share this pressure and responsibility with Hema.

And he ...... Should you also respond to Boss Su's sincerity?

When Hema walked back again, the whole person was dumbfounded, and it can be imagined that his state was actually very bad.

The chaos in his brain is like a natural mudslide, constantly hitting down on his body desperately, very violently.

This kind of ferocity seems to be able to surpass everything, and has absolute power in front of Hema, as if it wants to 'raze to the ground' all the high-rise buildings forged by Hema.

Hema seems to be strong, but in fact, her heart is extremely fragile. To be honest, in fact, there is fragility in no one's heart, and this kind of fragility is not easily shown in the eyes of others, that is, when a person deliberately closes himself, he will not let people see such a humiliating self.

Boss Su is like this, and so is Lu Qin.

Hema didn't take a few steps, the whole person was like a headless fly, and his own territory could walk in a daze, and he didn't even know that he had hit someone.

But fortunately, after being hit hard, Hema came to her senses completely.

He groaned, and after unconsciously bumping into it, he didn't react immediately, but hit the ground directly with his butt and fell to the ground hard.

Hema's posture was so embarrassed that when he fell to the ground in a whirlwind, Hema was still in a daze, so he didn't react.

Hema was stunned, raised his head straight, and stared at the person who was directly bumped into by his stuffy head, only to find that the person was very big, a full circle better than himself, strong muscles and figure developed very well, and a back gave people a very reliable feeling.

The big guy didn't seem to expect Hema to hit him hard. Because he didn't even think that the man was Hema, he had already been knocked into a sturdy.

It is precisely because he is very outstanding in terms of body shape that after knocking Hema down directly, he is still like a tall pine tree, indifferent.

Hema rubbed into the movement relatively loudly, but on the contrary, he felt like a chick tickling.

As soon as he turned around and looked at the person who did not stand upright, he was dazed for a moment, as if he was enchanted, and some demons and monsters pounced directly. But there seemed to be something familiar in the air, and when he subconsciously lowered his head, he saw Hema who fell to the ground in a stunned and weird way.

He was stunned for a moment, and only after his eyes rolled did he realize what was happening at this moment. The bento is about to be pulled up by Hema, who seems to have moved her soul.

With the help of force, Hema only let go after he stood firm.

"Sir?"

"What's wrong with you?"

There is no doubt that Hema is the lord of the city.

It's just that Hema has always been using the education management model of 'fairness and justice' and 'unity and fraternity', and after managing the entire dungeon in an orderly manner, everyone in the dungeon really recognizes Hema.

But if you look at it according to the basic class, Hema's status is actually one level higher than them. But logically speaking, shouting respectfully to the lord of the city and the like is actually without any sense of disobedience. But what kind of city people are they playing with these inferior people? There's no need, isn't it? But Hema did contribute a lot for them. So they would still respectfully address him as 'sir.' But in fact, they get along very well in private, and if they accidentally play, they are like friends.

Hema felt that she had a mental problem, but in fact, it was just too much brain-draining for no reason. After all, such a deep and solemn question is generally not under Hema's control. But Hema still has to go through this. So, now is a great opportunity.

The other party didn't know if he had knocked Hema stupid, and he always felt that his whole person had a feeling of being out of his body.

Hema sat on two large boxes stacked on top of each other, his calves dangling as if he were playing, as if he was racking his brain to think about something.

When Hema came back to her senses, there was a rush of heat in front of her.

When he raised his eyes, he saw a cup of hot coffee appear in front of him, filled with heat and a faint fragrance, Hema suddenly came back to his senses, he took it, said thank you, took a sip, and put it in the palm of his hand to warm his hands.

"Are you alright, sir?" He glanced at Hema deeply, and stood beside him, not sitting or standing, and other movements were not deliberately presented in front of Hema.

Hema shook her head and said it was fine, though he didn't look like he was okay either.

Thinking of this, Hema's eyes fluttered, and his gaze naturally fell on the front with a faint mechanical smell. Hema knew the man who handed him the hot coffee, his name was Red, he had no father or mother, he was an old resident of the dungeon, and in Hema's opinion, he had lived here for most of his life. It's just that Hema doesn't know how many years hemar has lived there. It's just that it's certain that Red has been here since the beginning of the dungeon, and he's the same age as Hema, but he looks like he's older than Hema, but he's not as clean and tidy as Hema when he handles himself, because Red likes to tinker with mechanical mechs and stuff like that. The dungeons have been around for a long time, and the Ninth System is not as safe as the Alliance's jurisdiction, and these unemployed vagrants are nothing more than extraterritorial pirates in the eyes of the Alliance. But they have to live, don't they? In fact, Hema's formation of the dungeon was partly because he had no way out. After all, in the final analysis, no matter how difficult it is to live in this world, there must still be a home to be the right way.

And Chi is actually the same as himself, with a poor background, after being born in this ninth galaxy, because he does not have a citizenship license, he is naturally also designated by the alliance to become an extraterritorial pirate. It should be said that as long as you are not affiliated with the Union or are not registered or recognized as citizens, you will be called extraterritorial pirates.

In fact, more often than not, extraterritorial pirates are just a name. But not all of them. will willingly be called an extraterritorial pirate. After all, everyone who lives in the Ninth Galaxy is a difficult person.

And although Chi is very big, it confirms a sentence, that is, the truth that the mind is simple and the limbs are developed. Red looks stupid, but his muscles are well trained, and in the dungeon, he still has a few pounds and a few taels. Moreover, he loves research, and some of the mecha research, assembly, repair and maintenance in the dungeon are largely done by Chi.

In fact, Chi's handiwork is not good, and the skill is not even thirty percent of the ink repair. At most, his ability can be used to scare and scare people, and if he really uses it in actual combat, I am afraid that he will suffer.

But Hema and they can't help it, and it's actually very difficult to find a technician in the entire Ninth System. Although Chi is only good at some small tricks, in fact, his role is already a very big existence. At the end of the day, it's still possible to keep the dungeon running, though not entirely reliable.

After all, the Ninth Galaxy is only an underdeveloped galaxy, and the personnel in it are naturally not as prosperous as the developed and prosperous galaxies within the jurisdiction of the Alliance. As a result, the Ninth Galaxy is more presented to others than the lack of two pounds. Of course, if you can really maintain the ups and downs you face, there will not be so many people in the Ninth Galaxy who are willing to become real extraterritorial pirates.

Even Hema and them are actually huddling together to keep warm.

A person living in this aimless and dangerous Ninth Galaxy always needs something or faith, or the drive and companionship of people of the same kind.

In Hema's opinion, although he is the lord of the city and protects others, in fact, the operation of the entire dungeon is not as simple as just one person. If it weren't for the efforts of everyone, how would the dungeon be where it is today?

To be continued!