Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System
chapter-1803

"Yeehaw!"

"Bring the ale you bastards!"

"Where are the hot chicks at? Want to come sit down on my lap?"

There was a huge commotion inside of the hideout of the Desert Rats, one of the largest gangs of El Perdido, made up of a bunch of lawless bandits, criminals that broke out of prison, and drug traffickers.

Like usual, the Desert Rats were a wild group of bandits, they loved partying almost every day, bringing prostitutes, alcohol, and food to their hideout as a daily basis. Whenever they got a big sum of money, this would be intensified even more.

And just yesterday, they had managed to scam the wealthy owner of a chain of restaurants that was making a lot of money below their noses, so they stepped in and took a nice half of all of that.

Because who did he thought he was? Putting effort and time into his chain of restaurants and earning money fairly? They couldn't have that!

"Oi you bastards, calm the fuck down!"

A huge cactus man groaned, his skin was not blue like the others, but artificially painted purple, tattooing the entirety of his body of that color.

His spikes were also removed and replaced with metallic spikes made of red metal, and his height was of over three meters, a behemoth among the Cactus Men.

The moment he spoke, the rest of the gang went silent and became paralyzed. Those that were drinking ended dropping their alcohol and those with prostitutes remained in silence while the girls remained sitting over their laps.

"I know you're all happy we got a lot of money yesterday," the leader of the Desert Rats laughed. "But this isn't it though! Something feels off! Why haven't Adrian and his group come back yet?"

Silence.

Everyone didn't know what to respond without sounding disrespectful to their boss. Yet, one fool...

"Maybe they went to fuck that dog girl or something, hahaha!"

BANG!

While laughing, a red-skinned alien's head blew up into pieces as his boss pulled the trigger of his gun at him.

Everyone saw the corpse of their comrade fall into the floor with a bit of horror, but this wasn't a rare sight anyways.

Their Boss was a temperamental man, those that survived this far knew not to disrespect him or say dumb things in front of him.

"Is anybody else trying to act funny today? I can ease your pain and blast your heads happily." He glared at the rest with his sharp red eyes, stroking his beard made of red spikes. "No? Okay. So I've been feeling really weird lately. Like, bad things keep happening around us and we keep getting benefited. Now that damn train has stopped right before the race, so we could even go there..." the boss said. "But that ain't the problem here, the problem is that those bastards had yet to come back and... I don't know, call it intuition or whatever. But things feel off, can't relax."

He threw away the bottle with wine into the ground, sighing.

"So, what are you going to do about it?"

He looked at his goons.

"We'll go look for them!"

"Yeah, leave it to us boss!"

"Please don't worry..."

"Hmmm..." the boss glared at them. "Fine, but if you don't bring them back to me, alive or dead, don't ever show your faces to me, or you know what's going to happen."

They nodded frantically, as the group of alien bandits rushed outside of the hideout, the abandoned ruins of a factory that once mass-produced guns.

As the man nodded and then drank some whisky, suddenly...

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sound of gunshots echoed outside the hideout.

"Hm?"

He raised an eyebrow, glaring at the closed entrance. The other bandits quickly stood up, grabbing their guns and other weapons.

The boss remained sitting down, smoking from his large cigar, but his eyes had become sharp.

"Boss..."

"I know."

Footsteps echoed outside of the hideout.

They approached faster, and faster, and faster...

The bandits swallowed saliva, pointing their guns at the entrance.

And then...

BAAAM!

The door opened as something rushed from the inside.

Everyone immediately pulled the trigger, shooting hundreds of bullets at whoever the fuck

dared to enter their hideout uninvited.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Lead covered the entrance, the floor, and the walls, the boss glared through the smoke, squinting his eyes, only to widen them.

Once everyone couldn't shoot more bullets and had to reload, suddenly, the smoke dissipated, revealing a huge man with blue and red skin, with golden horns, and covered on

silver scales.

He was wearing some fancy black and red cowboy clothes, holding on his hands two corpses of the men they had just sent outside, using them as shields.

Their bodies were riddled with bullets, they fell apart into pieces over the ground, splattering flesh, guts, and brains all over.

And then everyone saw his face, his handsome, cocky face.

"Well, how are you wankers doing?"

They were left speechless, who was this man?

Where did he come from?

"Who the fuck are you!"

One of the green aliens with antennae screamed, quickly pulling out a machinegun.

"Eat lead you fuck-"

BANG!

However, his head blew up into pieces as the man blasted it off with a handgun he carried on

his pocket.

"Now that felt nice."

He smiled, nodding.

The boss quickly stood up, looking at him.

"Fuck him, boys."

"RAAAHH!"

The bandits screamed as they started shooting the man with even more guns, some of them conjured their Esper Abilities, as huge hands made of psychic energy or explosive fireballs

covered the huge, scaled man entirely.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Yet even as he took damage, his body seemed indestructible. The man charged forward without a hint of fear on his face, reaching the nearest bandits and then swinging his fists,

covered on black- and gold-colored gauntlets.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

Three punches were enough to tear their bodies to shreds, as a powerful supernatural aura

surged from his body, empowering him even more.

The Desert Rats boss dropped his cigar, as his mouth opened wide, and his eyes almost

popped out of his face.

"HUH?!"