Chapter 1014 (1/2)

The main universe, potstar. ∷

the size of this planet is less than one sixth of the earth, with a resident population of about 280 million and a floating population of about 100 million.

This place is called ”rotten harbor”. Here, the existence of space pirates, interstellar wanted men, illegal merchants, devils and so on can be seen everywhere.

They are like a group of flies attracted by the smell, gathering here to prepare for their next business.

There is no doubt that this is a place governed by the ”underground order”. Although there is no so-called government, no law or law enforcement agencies, but There are rules here.

All are supervisors and all are law enforcers.

Even the most notorious criminals in the whole universe dare not make mistakes here. Don't say it's killing people and overstepping goods On the potstar, if you dare to eat a tyrant's meal, the boss and the onlookers will dare to make yourself into a table to pay for it.

In a sense, it's ironic.

On those legal planets, many people, especially those who possess a large amount of social resources, can often rely on a variety of means to go unpunished. They hurt, plunder, plagiarize, cheat, oppress, overthrow black and white, bully In the end, they will only be punished or even escaped.

However, on this planet without laws, everyone has to pay for their actions Of course, the cost is not reasonable.

In the end, the world is a place where there is no reason; it is also a place where there is no reason More people will still choose to stay in a legally binding place and share relative fairness with those who are in the same social class as themselves.

But on the planet of bolt There is no such person.

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The sound of the moving door shaft's rotation attracted people's attention.

In dozens of different eyes, a man in a purple suit came in.

Here is a bar with a traditional western American style.

There is no annoying music, no flickering lights, and no group of empty, lonely, disease-free, vulgar and conceited idiots on the dance floor.

There are some here. It's just a bar and a few guests. As for music A black man sitting in a corner playing the piano should be considered as standard; as long as you order him a glass of wine, he will come to a first-class Jazz solo that you can't hear anywhere else; but it's better not to talk to him, let alone ask about his past, or he will make you his ”past”.

Da, Da, Da

After entering the bar, the noisy environment suddenly quieted down, which made the sound of his boots stepping on the wooden floor very obvious.

At the moment, bartenders, waitresses, black pianists, and all the guests They all stopped what they were doing. Staring at brother Jue in silence. The unspeakable and oppressive atmosphere is enough to make people turn around and escape.

However, Feng didn't feel uncomfortable.

He walked to the bar as if nothing had happened, jumped on a high chair (considering that most of the guests are about 1.5 times the size of human beings, and the size of the high chair here is also relatively large), propped up on the bar with one elbow, looked at the bartender and said: ”fat smash ~ give me a bowl of fried sauce noodles.”

The bartender was really fat, with a toad like head and a round body. The skin is light green and webbed between the fingers.

Therefore, he didn't care much about the sound of ”fat smash”.

”I don't have fried noodles.” Two seconds later, the bartender looks at brother Jue. To return to the way with dignity.

”Then I'll have the fish balls rough.” I can't feel the way.

”I don't have fish balls here either.” The bartender added.

”Then I'll have eel noodles.” Brother Jue said again.

”It's a bar. There's no face.” The bartender replied.

”Then have some fish balls.” Elder brother Jue accepted.

”No fish balls...” The corner of the bartender's mouth began to twitch.

”Is there any fried sauce?” Asked Feng unconsciously.

”No.” The bartender replied immediately, ”by the way. No eel

”All right.” Feng unconsciously shrugs.

When the bartender feels relieved

”I want curry rice.” Feng doesn't feel like he's ordering another thing.

”I only drink here...” The blue tendon on the bartender's head has burst out, ”don't order any more food.”

”Oh, you said that.” Brother Jue smiled and said, ”let's have a bowl of bean curd brain. I want salt. ”

Just when the bartender can't bear it and is ready to go mad

”Hey! Boy. ” A guest who had occupied a table by himself stood up and Chaofeng gave a drink.

Brother Jue turned around and saw a big and powerful ”rhinoceros man” walking towards him.