Getting off the rickety barge, Hank Evans took off his black hat and sighed.
Zhihong Port is a large port controlled by the Venomous Tongue Cabal. In addition to having the functions of most ports, it also has one of the most special features——
It is one of the few romantic places in Comoros open to foreigners.
Standing at a high berth in the port area, you can see at a glance that there are countless bars and hotels with red lights flashing under the high-rise interchange. People of all races meet here from all directions. They are drunk, exhausted and excited.
Express emotions.
At the entrance of those entertainment venues, there are women wearing scantily clad clothes and heavy makeup. They are mainly Dark Eldar, but there are also other races. After all, this port is a public port, and there may be people of any race.
Not only women, many men are also soliciting customers on the street or at intersections.
"Oh, this is all boring, we have to get the money first, then we can go to some high-end places!"
Rozim expressed his opinion disdainfully, then raised his hand.
"Walk!"
"Boss, where are you going?"
"Go...find someone to ask for directions!"
Although the ship driven by Rozim and the others is not very conspicuous (probably), the lineup of their team is very weird. There is a tall pirate leader with a red afro, a very wretched-looking follower, and a man with long green hair.
A leather-faced Khorne berserker, a dark mechanical cultist who stared at women intently, a sneaky figure wearing a cloak that looked like an inhuman race, and a cold-faced guy wearing sunglasses.
It's hard not to attract some special looks from such a combination, but their clothes don't look like wealthy people, so most people just look at them.
Entering the real port area, Rozim found that it seemed not much different from the hive city. The always wet roads were particularly brightly illuminated by neon lights. The rumble of high-speed speedboats could be heard from time to time overhead, and occasionally there were sounds from the alleys.
There was something like the sound of feet on wet asphalt.
Smoke and dust of various colors are scattered in the air, exuding the pungent smell of chemicals. Towering buildings are carved with reliefs and symbols of alien gods that Rozim cannot understand. Some billboards are flashing with dazzling light, images composed of single pixels.
It kept flickering and changing, and it was a beautiful Eldar woman smiling, but he didn't know that this was the Archon of the Venomous Tongue Cabal and the master of Fat Red Port, Mrs. Malus.
I have to say, this was at least as good as he expected.
Looking around, every face he saw was smiling, everyone was wearing heavy makeup, and they were all shining.
However, at the entrance of every entertainment venue, you can also see Dark Eldar warriors holding weapons, watching the people passing by with vigilance.
Rozim didn't know what time it was in Commorragh, but at least the clock on the ship showed that it was midnight on Terra, and there were still a few hours before dawn.
But it doesn't matter anymore, this is the meaning of freedom - completely deciding everything by yourself, whether it is a stupid decision or a smart decision, in short, you can do whatever you want here.
At this time, two Dark Eldar rushed in front of them, grinning and looking drunk.
Then, one of them put his face in front of Lataxin, and everyone could smell the weird smell of alcohol on him.
"Hello, little ape."
The Eldar was slurring his words and swaying.
"Want to play a painful game with me?"
This Eldar hairstyle seems to have been carefully taken care of, but it still looks like a person with a chicken coop.
"Mom's."
Rozim curled his lips.
"Dare you come to our place to cause trouble?"
As he spoke, he raised his chin towards Karen.
"Kelen, give him the whole job!"
"Fuck me!"
Keren went up and aimed a big flying kick at the guy's abdomen. The huge force directly caused the spirit tribe's spine to bend ninety degrees from the middle, and flew forty meters away until it hit a pile of garbage heavily.
Then, there was no movement.
His companion woke up instantly, screamed, turned around and ran away, only to be caught by Rozim.
"Where is 3876 Avenue?"
Rozim glared at the other person fiercely, but the other person just shed tears and trembled, so he immediately understood that the other person could not understand what he said.
So he turned to Ratasin.
Lataxin then murmured a bunch of snake language, and the Eldar immediately responded tremblingly. Finally, Lataxin reached out and took out a map from the opponent's pocket.
He took a look and then said to Rozim:
"Go forward about 100 meters to No. 3876 Street and turn right. However, the place you want to go to is not marked on the map, and this person has never heard of that big hotel."
"impossible?"
Rozim took out the lottery ticket from his pocket and waved it in front of the opponent's eyes.
"Do you know me?"
The spirit race looked at it for a while, then shook his head and chattered a lot more.
"what's going on?"
"He said this place existed before, but it closed down not long ago, or the name was changed. It seems that the owner also changed."
"Changed it!? I don't believe it. I came all the way and you told me that it was changed! You have to admit that it has been changed!"
As he said that, Rozim raised his hand and punched the guy, knocking him unconscious and throwing him to the side of the road.
At the same time, Keren's previous kick had attracted the attention of many people. Obviously, his power was easily reminiscent of those terrifying and powerful followers of Khorne, and some people immediately canceled their crooked ideas.
This is also Rozim's strategy. He knows that in a place like this, it is useless to pretend to be cowardly, only to pretend to be ruthless!
The more ruthless you are, the less likely anyone will dare to mess with you. This is the experience he has gained from living in the hive city for many years.
As a few people went deeper into the port area, the light began to dim, turning into deep red, the road under their feet became slippery, and even the music melody in their ears became muffled.
But suddenly, Lataxin stopped and turned his head.
This move made Rozim a little puzzled.
"What's wrong?"
"Something's wrong."
Only Lataxin noticed that a close-range melee was breaking out in a narrow alley not far away.
Ming'en's head was hit hard with a stick, and his body hit the wall directly. He almost fainted. His blue skin was immediately stained with blood, and Luo Shanfu beside him used the electric shock stick he snatched.
The burst of electricity shot knocked down an enemy, and he was randomly stabbed by three daggers and fell into a pool of blood, but luckily none of them hit his vitals.
"Damn it! Don't be so harsh, you idiot! We can't afford to offend the buyer of this batch of goods!"
Mingqi turned his head and saw two Dark Eldar slave traders tying chains around the injured man's neck. Luo Jin, who was being beaten with two electric shock batons, was still screaming on the ground.
He roared and swung the electric shock stick at the nearest slave trader, hitting the enemy hard and using the electric current on the stick to burn through the opponent's skin.
While the opponent was trembling, he drew out the curved blade from the waist of Navasinda (the Tau's name for the Dark Eldar), cursed viciously, and swung the knife at the enemy.