The size of this planet is less than one-sixth of the Earth's, with a permanent population of about 280 million and a floating population of around 100 million.
This place is known as the "Rancid Harbor". Here, space pirates, interstellar wanted criminals, unscrupulous businessmen, mutant monsters and the like can be seen everywhere.
They are like a group of flies attracted by the smell, gathering here to prepare for their next sale.
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, there are "rules" here.
Everyone is a supervisor, and everyone is a law enforcer.
Even the most notorious criminals in the universe would not dare to make trouble here. Let alone killing people and stealing goods... On the Planet Planet, if you dare to eat a meal, the boss and the onlookers will dare to make you into a
Pay the bill with the food on the table.
In a sense, this is ironic.
On those planets with laws, many people, especially those who occupy a large amount of social resources, can often rely on various means to get away with it. They harm, plunder, plagiarize, deceive, oppress, confuse right and wrong, and run rampant... In the end, they only
You will receive some painless punishment, and you may even be able to escape.
However, on this lawless planet, everyone has to pay a price for their actions... Of course, this price is not reasonable.
After all, this world is an unreasonable place; it is also unreasonable... More people will still choose to stay in a place with legal restrictions and share relative freedom with those who are in the same social class as themselves.
of fairness.
However, there is no such person on Planet Pot.
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bang
The sound of the movable door shaft turning came and attracted everyone's attention.
Under the gaze of dozens of different eyes, an Earthling wearing a long purple suit walked in.
Here is a bar adhering to the traditional American Western style.
There is no annoying music, no flashing lights, and no large group of empty, lonely, disease-free, vulgar but self-proclaimed idiots bouncing around on the dance floor.
What we have here is just a bar and a few tables of customers. As for the music... a black man sitting in the corner playing the piano should be regarded as standard; as long as you order him a glass of wine, he will come and play a piece of music that you are listening to.
A first-class jazz solo that you can't hear anywhere else; but it's best not to chat with him, let alone ask about his past, otherwise he will make you his "past".
Ta,ta,ta...
After Feng Bujue entered the bar, the slightly noisy environment suddenly became quiet, which made the sound of his boots on the wooden floor extremely noticeable.
At this moment, the bartender, the waitress, the black man playing the piano, and all the guests... all stopped what they were doing and stared at Brother Jue silently. The unspeakable and depressing atmosphere was enough to make people turn around and escape.
go.
However, Feng Bujue did not feel any discomfort.
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 humans, the high chairs here are also relatively tall), and propped one elbow on the bar
Go up, look at the bartender and say: "Fat~ give me a bowl of fried noodles."
The bartender was indeed a fat man, with a head like a toad and a round body. His skin was light green and there were webs between his fingers.
Therefore, he didn't really care about Feng Bujue's "fat smash".
"I don't have fried noodles here." Two seconds later, the bartender looked at Brother Jue and replied in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
"Then I want thick noodles with fish balls." Feng Bujue answered.
"I don't have thick noodles with fish balls here either," the bartender added.
"Then I want silk eel noodles." Brother Jue said again.
"This is a bar, there are no noodles at all." the bartender replied.
"Then let's have some fish balls." Brother Jue took advantage of the situation.
"No fish balls..." The corners of the bartender's mouth began to twitch.
"Is there any fried sauce?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"No." After the bartender replied, he immediately added, "By the way, there are no eels either!"
"Okay." Feng Bujue shrugged helplessly.
Just when the bartender felt relieved...
"I want curry rice." Feng Bujue ordered another random thing.
"I only have drinks here..." The veins on the bartender's head have popped out, "Don't order any more food."
"Oh~ You told me earlier." Brother Jue smiled, "Here comes a bowl of tofu. I want something salty."
Just when the bartender couldn't bear it anymore and was about to go crazy...
"Hey! Boy." A guest who occupied a table by himself stood up and shouted at Feng Bujue.
Jue Ge turned his head when he heard the sound and saw a huge, powerful-looking "rhinoceros man" man striding towards him.
"What are you doing, Roksteady (roksteady is the name of the funny rhinoceros brother in the 1987 version of "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles")?" Feng Bujue looked at the other party and teased jokingly.
The rhinoceros man didn't understand the meaning of these words, and he didn't care. He just continued: "If I admit it correctly...are you the 'Crazy Bujue'?"
"Yes, that's me." Feng Bujue replied, "What do you do for a living?"
"Hmph..." The rhinoceros man breathed out from his nose and came to Brother Jue excitedly. He stared at the latter closely for five or six seconds with a condescending look, and then... suddenly grinned, "
Hey... hey hey... I'm your fan, can you give me an autograph?"
Feng Bujue also smiled: "Haha... sure, I can shake hands and take a photo."
"Really?" The rhinoceros man asked excitedly with his eyes wide open.
"It's necessary." Feng Bujue replied simply.
"Ah!" At this time, the people at the table closest to the bar stood up together, and the leader, a snake-faced guy, stuck out his tongue and said to Brother Jue, "Well...I...we are also your fans, Mr. Crazy,
I wonder if I can shake hands with you too..."
"Okay~ okay~" Feng Bujue readily agreed before they could finish their words.
"Mr. Crazy! We also..."
"Can I give you a hug?"
"Please write a sentence for my daughter who is just one month old. Normal swear words are enough!"
For a moment, everyone in the bar rushed over and surrounded Brother Jue. The scene was like a fan meeting... Obviously, in the neutral and chaotic camps of the main universe, Crazy Bujue
This character has a very high reputation and is extremely popular.
However, it seems that not everyone is his fan.
At this moment, there was another person in the room. Not only did he not approach Brother Jue, he put down his drink money and quietly left the bar without saying a word.
And his every move... naturally did not escape Feng Bujue's eyes.
…………
Fifteen minutes later, in a dark alley dozens of kilometers away.
A figure wearing a hooded coat, hiding his face under the hood, was walking quickly in the shadows...
This figure was none other than the one who had just left the bar.
In these short fifteen minutes, he had moved such a long distance on foot, which clearly showed that he was no ordinary creature.
Bang bang bang
Just when the figure was about to walk out of the deserted dark alley, several heavy sounds of steel treading on the ground sounded from in front of it. Along with the footsteps, a humanoid mecha about three meters high appeared in the alley.
mouth, blocking the way of the figure.
When the figure saw this, he immediately turned around and tried to escape backwards.
However, when he turned around, he found that... at some point, a tall man carrying a camera was already standing there.
"Hiss, hiss..." The next second, a strange laughter came from the loudspeaker on the mecha's chest, "Unfortunately, you have been surrounded."
After hearing this, the figure glanced at the mecha again, and at the same time looked at the "camera guy" in front... and then made a decision.
"Huh... ha..." He suddenly bent down, squatted on the ground, and took a few deep breaths.
This process lasted for about five seconds, and then the figure shouted loudly: "Drink!"
Before he finished shouting, the soles of his feet exerted force suddenly, making a big hole in the ground. At the same time, he ejected like an anti-aircraft gun shell and flew into the air along an extremely high parabola.
He originally thought that this move would allow him to escape pursuit.
But he was wrong...
"Hi~" More than a hundred meters in the air, the man named Feng Bujue was already waiting here, "You can jump quite high~"
When Brother Jue said these two words, the figure flew over. The former stretched out his hand unhurriedly... and easily grabbed the arm of the figure and made it stop.
"What... do you want to do?" At this moment, the face under the hood was finally revealed.
His facial features are similar to those of humans, but he has no hair; his skin is composed of four colors: white, purple, lavender and flesh color, with exposed muscle texture and some shell-like substances on its surface.
"Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you..." Feng Bujue tilted his head, looked directly into the other person's eyes, and said the other person's name in a lazy tone, "...the God of Eternal Life."
This "Eternal God" is the mysterious creature that was originally imprisoned on the Rabbit Planet, the Longhair Fortress, and the top of the Chun Tower.
His name is Thomas.
"I have nothing to talk about with you." Duoma replied while trying to break free from Feng Bujue's grasp and continue to escape. However, after struggling a few times, he found that the other party's power was far greater than his own.
"Don't bother." Feng Bujue continued to say calmly, "Your power is extremely weak and unstable now. Even if I let go, you can't escape from my clutches..." He used to describe
Most people really can't use his own vocabulary, but it is indeed very appropriate. "You might as well listen to what I have to say first. It won't delay you for too long..." He said and let go of the other person's arm, "
After all...I'm also in a hurry." (To be continued.)
