Chapter 61 (1/2)

The Abelone Tavern, formerly a Seafarer's Club in the Angry Reef.

After the Cataclysm, the city was rebuilt, and the former Seafarer's Club was converted into a tavern where men with energy could vent their frustrations.

In addition to selling all kinds of cheap beer, dancers and singers perform here.

Of course, the tavern offered them only one stage for the performance, but safety was not the responsibility.

However, in this era, guarding one's body like jade was simply a joke.

Food or money allowed men to take good-looking women away from here. It was common for women to become their partners or sell to other men as female slaves after they had played enough.

In turbulent times, without the power to protect themselves, women are like flowers in the wind.

Wherever the wind blew, flowers could only fall. He had no choice.

When he arrived in front of the tavern's entrance, he was stopped by a burly man.

The two-meter-tall black man was naked to the waist, revealing muscular muscles.

There were circles of eggplants on his chest that looked like some kind of mutated tissue.

In fact, in the city of Anger Reef, even though the air was diluted by the ubiquitous purifier, the tissue of ordinary people who had lived on the surface for a long time would more or less mutate.

This was most common among the mob and bandits that roamed the land, and due to the environs of the Angry Reef City, there were organizational changes in the residents here.

”We only serve women, members, and local residents.

”Kid, you're nothing. Get lost!”

The black man looked down from above, revealing his weak and frail body. His eyes did not even bother to conceal the contempt he had for Zero.

In the wilderness, the law of the jungle reigns supreme, the law of the jungle reigns supreme.

A slender body might be liked by wealthy ladies, but in the eyes of people like Negroes, zero was nothing but a soft egg.

And a soft egg had never been respected before.

In the two years since waking up, he had come across enough of these things.

He didn't bother to explain to the black man that he wasn't a big man. He just took out a few coins and thrust them into the black man's hands. ”I just want to go in and have a drink,” he said.

Money was also a sign of power, and the Negroes put it in their pockets and let it go.

Zero pushed the door open and got in.

Immediately, the bad air, which blended the smell of beer with the woman's pungent perfume, entered his nostrils.

Zero frowned, almost trying to hold her breath.

This was the most lively time in the pub. Not only were there no empty seats, there were even a few ordinary-looking young women on the dance floor. However, their bodies were hotly moving and using various hints to seduce the men watching from the sidelines.

Money was constantly being thrown onto the stage, even into the sexy parts of the woman's body.

However, they did not stop moving their limbs. Instead, they put in more effort, making all sorts of seductive postures to turn the men into wild animals.

One of the men could not even throw enough money to sell the next woman onto the stage, and with the dancer in his arms, he began to work on the stage.

The groans of women, the shouts of men, and the shouts of the people around them merged into an overwhelming sound wave, as if it was trying to lift the tavern up into the sky, making its ears ache.

Zero, who had recovered from the Spider Queen's trauma, found his ears more alert.

And in a situation like this, it was nothing more than a form of torture.

He sat at the bar, as far from the dance floor as he could.

That place had become a gathering of wild beasts. After a few men threw out quite a sum of money, they went on stage to deal with the dancers they liked.

This madness was unthinkable in the old days, but now it was commonplace.

Zero asked for a beer and almost spat out when he took a sip.