From the shaking little barge, Hank Evans took off his black hat and sighed.
Lime Red Port is a big port controlled by the Poisonous Conspiracy Group. In addition to having the functions of most ports, it also has one of the most special places-
It is one of the only romantic places in Comoros that are open to foreigners.
Standing at the berth at a high point in the port area, at first glance, under the towering interchange, there are countless bars and hotels with red lights, people of all races meet here from all directions, and they are drunk, exhausted, and excited to express their emotions.
At the entrances of those entertainment venues, there are women wearing exposed clothes and heavy makeup, mainly the Dark Spirits, but there are also other races. After all, this port is a public port, and people of any race may have it.
Not only women, but many men also attract customers on the streets or intersections.
"Haha, what are these? It's boring. We have to get the money first and go to some high-end places at that time!"
Rozim expressed his opinion disdainfully and then raised his hand.
"Walk!"
"Boss, where are you going?"
"Go...go to ask someone for directions!"
Although the ship Rozim and his team were not very conspicuous (probably), the lineup of their team was very strange, a tall pirate leader with a red explosive head, a very vulgar follower, a terror warrior with a green face, a dark mechanical cult staring at a woman without turning his eyes, a sneaky figure in a cloak suspected to be an inhuman race, and a cold-faced guy wearing sunglasses.
It is difficult for such a combination not to attract some special gaze, but they don’t look like rich people, so most people just look at it.
When entering the real port area, Rozim found that it seemed that there was not much difference between this place and the nest. The wet road was always brightly illuminated by neon lights. The rumbling of high-speed boats came from time to time above my head, and occasionally some sound of feet trampling on the wet asphalt road in the alleys.
Various smoke and dust spread in the air, emitting the smell of pungent chemicals. The towering buildings were carved with reliefs and signs of alien gods that Rozim could not understand. Some billboards flashed with dazzling light, and images composed of single pixels kept flashing and changing. It was a beautiful Eldar woman smiling, but he didn't know that this was the consul of the Poison-Talk Conspiracy Group, and the ruler of Lime Red Harbor, Mrs. Males.
I have to say that this is at least as good as he expected.
Looking around, every face he saw was a smile, everyone was wearing heavy makeup, and they were all shining.
However, at the door of every entertainment venue, you can also see the dark Eldar Warriors holding weapons, watching the crowd passing by with caution.
Rozim didn't know when it was in Comoros now, but at least the clock on the ship actually showed that it was midnight in Terra, and there were still a few hours before dawn.
But this doesn't matter anymore. This is the meaning of freedom - it's entirely up to yourself to decide everything. Whether it's stupid or smart, in short, you can do whatever you want here.
At this time, two dark spirits rushed to them, grinning, looking drunk.
Then one of them turned his face to Ratasin, and everyone could smell the strange smell of alcohol on him.
"Hello, little monkey."
The spiritual race was speechless and shaking.
"Want to have a painful game with me?"
This spiritual hairstyle seems to have been carefully maintained, but it still looks like a chicken coop.
"Mom's."
Rozim curled his lips.
"Dare you dare to make trouble here?"
As he said that, he raised his chin toward Kron.
"Kron, give him the whole life!"
"Fuck me!"
Kron went up and faced the guy's abdomen with a big flying foot. The huge force directly made the spine of the spirit clan bend from the middle at ninety degrees and flew forty meters away until it hit a pile of garbage.
Then, there was no movement.
His companion woke up instantly, screamed and turned around and ran away, but was caught by Rozim.
“Where is the Street of 3876?”
Rozim stared at the other party viciously, but the man just shivered with tears in his eyes, so he immediately understood that the other party didn't understand what he was saying.
So he turned to Latasin.
Latasin then splashed out with a bunch of snake words, and the spirit clan immediately replied tremblingly. Finally, Latasin reached out to take out a map from the other party's pocket.
He glanced at it and then said to Rozim:
"Let's walk for more than 100 meters forward on the street of 3876 and just turn right, but the place you are going is not marked on the map, and this person has never heard of that big hotel."
"Impossible?"
Rozim took out the prize ticket from his pocket and shook it in front of the other person's eyes.
"Do you know?"
The spirit tribe looked at it for a while, then shook his head and said a lot more.
"What's the situation?"
"He said this place had existed before, but it closed down not long ago, or changed its name, and it seemed that the boss had also changed it."
"It's changed!? I don't believe it. I'll come all the way and tell me if I change it! I have to admit it even if I change it!"
As he said that, Rozim raised his hand and punched the guy, knocked him out and threw him to the side of the road.
At the same time, Kron's previous kick had attracted the attention of many people. Obviously, his power could easily remind people of those terrifying and powerful terror-abuse believers, and some people immediately canceled their wrong ideas.
This is also Rozim's strategy. He knows that in such a place, it is useless to pretend to be timid, only to pretend to be cruel!
The more ruthless you are, the less you dare to mess with you. This is the experience he has summarized after years of staying in the nest.
As several people entered the port area, the light began to dim, the light gradually turned dark red, the road under their feet became slippery, and even the musical melody in their ears became low.
But suddenly, Ratasin stopped and turned his head.
This move made Rozim a little puzzled.
"What's wrong?"
“There’s something to do.”
Only Ratasin noticed that a close-range melee was breaking out in a narrow alley not far away.
Ming En's head was hit hard, and his body hit the wall directly, almost fainting. His blue skin was immediately infected with blood. Luo Shanfu, who was beside him, knocked down an enemy with a burst of electric current shot from the snatched electric stick. He was stabbed by three daggers and fell into a pool of blood, but fortunately, he did not stab the vital point.
"Damn it! Don't use such heavy hand! We can't afford to mess with the buyers of this batch of goods!"
Ming Qi turned his head and saw two dark spirit slave traders tied chains to the injured person's neck. Luo Jin, who was beaten by two electric shock sticks, was still screaming on the ground.
He roared and waved the electric shock stick at the nearest slave trader, slamming the enemy hard, and burning through the opponent's skin with the electric current from the stick.
Taking advantage of the other party's trembling, he pulled out the bent blade from Wasinda's waist (the name of the tausage for the dark spirit clan), cursed viciously, and waved the knife at the enemy.