Mamba Bar.
The Purple Moon era was interesting because the appearance of the Purple Moon almost toppled everything on this planet. The common sense and knowledge that the humans had accumulated on this planet were no longer useful. Everything that they saw, including their own bodies, went through magical changes.
Therefore, the humans' desire to explore this planet grew stronger than ever. After all, everything became unfamiliar again. What was once impossible or even a fantasy had become real and possible.
However, the Purple Moon era was also very boring. Because it was almost a spiritual desert, there was no music, literature, art, and so on. The people could only rely on the remnants of the old civilization to find spiritual solace.
Under such circumstances, the bar became the biggest entertainment for the people.
No matter how barren a place was, there would be a place like this. Even the settlement had a simple bar in a shed.
Even though they could only provide alcohol fermented with wild fruits and grass, countless people were willing to squeeze out a part of their poor income and spend it here.
"So, the people who run the bar are all people with powerful backgrounds, right?" Tang Ling, or strictly speaking, Tang Ling, could not help but have such a thought when he sized up the dark but crowded bar.
In short, from the moment he stepped into Transit Station No. 119 to the moment he met the Five Sons, he would always remember everything about the settlement that seemed to be a long time ago.
He found a seat beside the bar counter and soon, a buff bartender came over.
"Do you want regular alcohol or good stuff?" The bartender's attitude was rather average. When he saw Tang Ling, he sized him up with an uncomfortable gaze before he asked a question out of the blue without being courteous at all.
Tang Ling glanced over the bar. Most of the tables were filled with crude wooden wine glasses that looked like the ones used in the Light Continent in the 20th century.
Inside the wooden wine cup, there was a kind of liquid that looked very turbid.
Only a few of them had big glass glasses in front of them and the alcohol inside looked normal.
"What's regular alcohol? What's good stuff? "Tang Ling pretended to be ignorant.
"Regular alcohol? It's the specialty of this place, Dusk Wine. You can pair it with a plate of very dry food. As for the good stuff … "The bartender suddenly opened the curtain of the wine cabinet behind him and glanced at Tang Ling with a smug and provocative gaze." As long as you can afford it, you can drink most of the best wine from the continent. "
Tang Ling glanced at the wine cabinet greedily. He licked his lips and pretended to be reluctant as he said carefully, "Then, I-I'll go to the regular bar."
"Are you sure?" The bartender raised his eyebrows.
"I-I'm sure," Tang Ling answered carefully.
The bartender glared at Tang Ling and left without saying anything else.
Less than a minute later, he came back with a wooden cup and a wooden plate. He stomped the table in front of Tang Ling and left.
Tang Ling glanced at the wine in front of him. It was turbid and yellowish, so it should be called Yellowish Wine instead of Dusk Wine.
As for the dry food, it was made from dried black seaweed. The seaweed was not nutritious, but it was not harmful either. Since it was fleshy, it was especially chewy when dried and tasted like meat. On top of that, it was a marine plant, so it had a special salty taste, which was why the people of this place used it to quench their cravings.
Tang Ling picked up a piece of the special jerky and tossed it into his mouth. It actually tasted good, so he took a sip of the Dusk Wine. Compared to the special jerky, the taste of the Dusk Wine was much harder to swallow.
It was filled with the smell of polluted low-grade drinking water and a salty, bitter, and sour taste. The only thing that captivated people was the alcohol that was fermenting.
Tang Ling was a Harsheen boar after all, so he did not care about the taste.
He was like a traveler who had been exhausted for a long time. He took a sip of the dry food and the Dusk Wine, and he seemed a little timid.
Wine was always intoxicating.
40 minutes later, people started to get drunk in the bar one after another. In order not to disturb the customers, the drunkards were all helped out of the bar.
Upon a closer look, most of the drunkards were the ones who had drunk the so-called good stuff.
Of course, some of them might feel uneasy about the situation. Before they could get drunk, they paid the bill and left.
However, it did not affect Tang Ling's mood even though he had downed a whole glass of Dusk Wine and his eyes were a little blurry.
"Bartender, I think I need another glass." Tang Ling could not hold it anymore, so he leaned on the table and called the bartender softly.
The bartender and a lot of people around him looked at Tang Ling with malicious intent, but no one seemed to have the intention to pour another glass for him.
"I-I need one more …" Tang Ling said, but his tongue was so loose that he could not form a complete sentence. When the bartender walked up to Tang Ling step by step, he seemed to be counting down from three, two, one.
Before the bartender could even count down to the last number, Tang Ling collapsed on the table.
"Another drunk man. Help him out and toss him in the back alley. Let him sober up on his own. People nowadays can't hold their liquor anymore, "the bartender grumbled.
Soon, a few burly men carried Tang Ling out of the bar under the mocking and slightly pitiful gazes of the crowd.
**
Opposite the back alley of the bar.
There were only a few buildings in Transit Station No. 119. Although it was called a building, it was actually a small building made up of several mobile houses from the old civilization.
After the burly men helped Tang Ling out of the bar, they did not leave him there. Instead, they strode towards the building opposite the back alley.
Tang Ling was so drunk that he did not even know what was going on.
Just like that, he was dragged into the building and brought to the second floor.
There was a big office on the second floor. It should be a few rooms connected together to form an office.
There were a few drunkards tied up in the office. If Tang Ling was sober, he would have easily recognized them as the drunkards who had floated out of Mamba Bar earlier.
These drunkards were not sober yet. One of them who was slightly sober was tied to a stool and interrogated by a man who only had a gun strap on his upper body. There were two pistols in the strap and a whip in his hand. His muscles looked like they were made of iron.
"No, you have seriously violated the rules of the Sea Alliance. Your actions will even anger the Poseidon Family!" the man who was being interrogated shouted angrily.
However, his words only earned him a lash from the whip. The man said with a faint smile, "If we were afraid of that, we wouldn't have done this.
If you're smart, you'd better hand over all the passwords and keys to your ship. Then, you can trade them for the right to survive in the Outer Zone.
Otherwise, if we tie you up and throw you into the sea, who would know that you've disappeared? "
The man being interrogated fell into silence. It was obvious that this was a difficult choice.
The interrogator, on the other hand, waited lazily as if everything was as he said. The people in transit station 119 were fearless in their shady business.
It was a psychological battle. The one who lost was destined to be the weakling without any cards in his hand.
After asking a few more questions to ensure his survival, the man chose to tell the password to his ship and handed over a bunch of keys.
"Verify it." The interrogator took the keys without a care, wrote down the password, and passed it to his subordinate.
The subordinate took the keys and ran out in a hurry.
20 minutes later, the subordinate returned to the office and whispered something into the interrogator's ear.
"Very well, Mr. Honest. Because of your honesty, you've earned the right to live. " As he spoke, the interrogator seemed to be in a good mood. He patted the man's shoulder and personally untied him.
However, at that very moment, the interrogator quickly removed the thin wire bracelet on his wrist. With a flick, the bracelet transformed into a thin steel cable and strangled the man's neck mercilessly.
The thin steel cable was made out of grade S alloy. Even a rank 2 Purple Moon Warrior would not survive if he was strangled like that.
The man struggled and wanted to ask, "Why?" However, the interrogator did not even spare him the chance and strangled him to death.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Honest. I lied to you. A rank 1 Purple Moon Warrior like you, our little transit station can't keep you alive. "The interrogator shrugged and told his subordinate," Throw him into the sea. "
His subordinate quietly carried the body downstairs.
When they came back, the interrogator started to sift through the drunkards on the floor to see who had sobered up a little.
It was then that Tang Ling furrowed his brows and muttered in an unclear manner.
The interrogator was slightly shocked. He pointed at Tang Ling and said, "This guy woke up pretty fast. He's not even a rank 1 Purple Moon Warrior."
Indeed, there was a difference between a Purple Moon Warrior and a commoner. Just like mutated beasts, wild beasts and vicious beasts were different because of the patterns on their bodies.
It was the same for vicious plants.
Humans did not have purple patterns on their bodies, but as long as they crossed a rank, a purple spot would appear on their palms. It was common knowledge.
Tang Ling did not have a purple spot on his hand.
"But he did drink a whole glass of Dusk Wine. We've seen people with stronger antibodies before," one of the subordinates speculated in an uncertain tone.
"He's a rich guy. He's piloting a single-man battleship, and it's made by the Poseidon Family," another subordinate who had already investigated the situation said.
"A single combat ship from the Poseidon Family? Idiots! Did you touch someone you can't touch? "The interrogator was enraged as he grabbed the subordinate's collar.
"No, no. Lord Mantle, this isn't a standard single combat ship. It's a modified one. The Poseidon Family sells more of them every year. We've done some research, "the subordinate explained.
The interrogator who was addressed as Lord Mantle finally calmed down. He pointed at Tang Ling and said, "Then, let's use this idiot. Be careful. He might not be a Purple Moon Warrior, but he might have other tricks up his sleeves. Use the best restraints and don't let anything go wrong! You know what will happen if something goes wrong … "
The subordinates nodded in fear. They pulled Tang Ling up and placed him on the custom-made interrogation chair. Two of them held Tang Ling down while the other two went to get the so-called best restraints.
Tang Ling seemed to have woken up quickly. He wobbled and looked like he would open his eyes at any moment.
The two subordinates held Tang Ling down tighter while Mantle walked to Tang Ling. He pulled out his gun and was ready to point it at Tang Ling's head.
If anything went wrong, a pull of the trigger would solve the problem.
The firearms of the old civilization were limited against a Purple Moon Warrior, but at such a close distance, they could at least penetrate a Rank 2 or Rank 2 Purple Moon Warrior's defense. It all depended on the power of the gun.
The Desert Eagle in Mantle's hand was not a problem.
However, the moment Mantle pulled out his gun, Tang Ling opened his eyes abruptly.
Pfft! Tang Ling spat out a mouthful of turbid liquid on Mantle's face.
At that very moment, Tang Ling had silently released his war seed. Compared to the previous commotion, Tang Ling's body did not change at all after releasing the war seed. Only two beautiful bone armors appeared on his forearms.
In his transformed state, how powerful was the liquid that Tang Ling spat out? He sprayed the liquid at Mantle's eyes. With the support of his Precise Instinct, he would not miss his target at such a close distance.
As a Rank 1 Purple Moon Warrior, Mantle would not be blinded by such an attack, but he would not be able to open his eyes for a few seconds. What could he see normally?
Mantle's reaction was fast. After he was sprayed by Tang Ling, he instinctively fired a shot at Tang Ling's direction without a second thought.
However, Tang Ling was prepared. He grabbed the big guy who was holding him down and blocked the bullet for himself. Then, he kicked the big guy who blocked the bullet away.
A bone-cracking sound was heard. The other big guy who was holding Tang Ling down had his arm fractured. Tang Ling grabbed him in a weird posture and threw him at Mantle.
Mantle was blind. Within a second, he fired three shots in a row, all hitting the big man. Then, he was undoubtedly smashed by the big man and staggered.
Mantle dared not stay any longer. He turned around and ran out the door with Transient Steps.
After Tang Ling transformed, his strength had far surpassed a Rank 1 Purple Moon Warrior. However, because he had not broken through to the next rank, he could not use Transient Steps and his speed could not break through the limit of his gene shackles.
However, Tang Ling's speed was incomparably close to a Rank 1 Purple Moon Warrior.
After all, Mantle was hit, so he was delayed by a few tenths of a second. Tang Ling ran to the door with his fastest speed before Mantle and blocked it.
Blind Mantle could not see at all. He rammed his head towards Tang Ling, and just as he was about to crash into Tang Ling, he felt a great sense of danger.
His eyesight undoubtedly affected his dodging. He only managed to tilt his body slightly before he felt a punch on his nose.
The strength of the punch was the strongest that Mantle had ever felt in his life. It was like a huge metal alloy that swayed and crashed into his nose.
Urgh! A few teeth flew out of Mantle's mouth. His nose, which was not tall to begin with, was smashed into his flesh, forming a comical dent.
Third Forging Fist!
With Tang Ling's current strength, a simple battle skill was something that a Rank 1 Purple Moon Warrior could not withstand.
Compared to a Rank 1 Purple Moon Warrior, Tang Ling's current combat strength was undoubtedly inferior in terms of Transient Steps and the enhanced talent ability after advancing to a Purple Moon Warrior.
However, not all Purple Moon Warriors would have their talent ability turn into destructive combat strength when they reached Rank 1. It would only happen to young geniuses. If a normal Purple Moon Warrior wanted to use their talent ability in combat, they would have to wait until they reached Rank 3.
Mantle was obviously not a genius, so Tang Ling did not feel any pressure fighting him.
It was just a punch, and Mantle could not take it anymore. He felt like his head was about to explode.
However, Tang Ling, who had the upper hand, did not plan to let Mantle go just like that. He dashed over and landed a few more punches on Mantle's head. He was too lazy to even use any fist techniques.
A few rough punches turned Mantle's head into a pig's head. Then, Tang Ling rode Mantle and pulled out a pistol from his holster. He stuffed the barrel into Mantle's mouth that was missing a few teeth. He then looked at his helpless subordinates and said, "Now, you can bring the shackles over."
**
Mantle never thought that one day, he would be tied up on the interrogation bench that was specially prepared for fat sheep.
On the other hand, his pitiful subordinates had also become 'fat sheep'. They were tied up and thrown on the ground.
Of course, Tang Ling did not release the drunkards. His plan had just begun, and he could not afford to cause too much trouble now.
This meant that Tang Ling's time was actually very limited. Soon, new subordinates would send fat sheep to him, and when the drunkards woke up, they would be a problem as well.
However, Tang Ling would never show a trace of urgency. Instead, he was very calm. He rummaged around the office and found two bottles of good wine. He opened one and drank a mouthful before he walked to Mantle with the gun. He smacked him with the butt of the gun and said, "This is wine. Do you know how bad the thing you gave me at the bar was?"
Mantle glared at Tang Ling and acted like a tough man without saying a word.
Of course, Tang Ling did not panic. He drank another mouthful of wine. "Of course, I have to thank that thing for being so bad that I spat it out."
Who would believe you?!
Mantle was speechless. But he had been defeated today, and he accepted it. He accepted it, but he was not afraid. He was waiting for Tang Ling's next condition.
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