Main universe, Poter's Planet.
This planet was less than one-sixth the size of Earth. It had a permanent population of 280 million and a floating population of about 100 million.
This place was known as the "Rotten Harbor." Space pirates, interstellar wanted criminals, illegal merchants, and mutant monsters could be seen everywhere on this planet.
They were like a group of flies attracted by the stench, gathering here to prepare for their next transaction.
There was no doubt that this was a place governed by the "Underground Order." Although there was no so-called government, law, or law enforcement organization, there were "rules" here.
Everyone was a supervisor, and everyone was a law enforcer.
Even the most notorious criminal in the universe didn't dare to cause trouble here. Not to mention killing and robbing, if you dared to dine and dash on Poter's Planet, the boss and the onlookers would make you into a full table of dishes to pay off the bill.
In a sense, this was very ironic.
On planets with laws, many people, especially those who had a lot of social resources, could often get away with all kinds of means. They hurt, plunder, plagiarize, cheat, oppress, distort the truth, and act tyrannically. In the end, they would only receive some superficial punishment or even get away with it.
However, on this lawless planet, everyone had to pay the price for their actions. Of course, the price wasn't reasonable.
At the end of the day, this world was an unreasonable place. Similarly, it was also unreasonable … More people would still choose to stay in a place where there were legal restrictions, sharing relative fairness with those who were in the same social class as them.
However, there was no such person on Poter's Planet.
...
Bang — Creak —
The sound of the movable door opening attracted everyone's attention.
Under the gazes of dozens of people, an earthling wearing a purple long suit walked in.
This was a bar that adhered to the traditional western style of the United States.
There was no annoying music here, no flashing lights, and no large group of empty, lonely, vulgar, and self-righteous idiots jumping around on the dance floor.
There was a bar and a few tables of customers. As for the music, a black man sitting in the corner playing the piano should be the standard. As long as you ordered him a glass of wine, he would play a top-notch jazz solo that you couldn't hear anywhere else. However, it was best not to talk to him, let alone ask about his past. Otherwise, he would make you his "past" too.
Tap, tap, tap …
After Feng Bujue entered the bar, the slightly noisy environment quieted down. This made the sound of his boots stepping on the wooden floor very obvious.
At this moment, the bartender, the waitress, the black man playing the piano, and all the customers stopped what they were doing and silently stared at Brother Bujue. The indescribable and oppressive atmosphere was enough to make anyone turn around and run away.
However, Feng Bujue didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
He walked to the bar as if nothing had happened and jumped onto a high chair (considering that most of the customers were about 1.5 times the size of a human, the height of the chairs here were also relatively large). He propped his elbow on the bar and looked at the bartender and said, "Fatty ~ give me a bowl of fried paste noodles."
The bartender was indeed a fatty. His head was like a toad, his body was round, his skin was light green, and there were webbing between his fingers.
Therefore, he didn't care that Feng Bujue called him "Fatty".
After two seconds, the bartender looked at Brother Jue and replied, "I don't have fried paste noodles here."
"Then I'll have fish ball noodles," Feng Bujue said.
"I don't have fish ball noodles here either," the bartender said again.
"Then I'll have eel noodles," Brother Jue said again.
"This is a bar, there is no noodles here," the bartender said.
"Then I'll have fish balls," Brother Jue said.
"No fish balls …" The bartender's mouth began to twitch.
"Then do you have fried paste?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"No," the bartender said and immediately added, "By the way, we don't have eel either!"
"Okay." Feng Bujue shrugged helplessly.
Just as the bartender was about to let out a sigh of relief …
"I want curry rice." Feng Bujue ordered something else that was out of the ordinary.
"I only have drinks here …" The veins on the bartender's head were about to burst, "Don't order anything else."
"Oh, you should have said so earlier." Brother Jue smiled, "Give me a bowl of tofu pudding, I want it salty."
Just as the bartender couldn't take it anymore and was about to flip out …
"Hey, kid!" A customer who had taken over a table stood up and yelled at Feng Bujue.
Brother Jue heard the voice and turned around. He saw a large, brawny rhinoceros man striding toward him.
"What are you doing, Rocksteady?" Feng Bujue looked at the man and teased him. "Rocksteady is the name of Brother Rhino from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."
The rhinoceros man didn't get the joke, but he didn't mind it. He continued, "If I'm not mistaken … you are that 'Feng Bujue'?"
"Yes, that's me," Feng Bujue replied. "How can I help you?"
"Humph …" The rhinoceros man huffed through his nose and rushed to Brother Jue. He used a condescending gaze to stare at the latter for five seconds, and then … he suddenly grinned. "Ha … Ha … I'm your fan. Can I have your autograph?"
Feng Bujue laughed as well. "Ha ha … Sure, you can even shake my hand and take a picture with me."
"Really?" The rhinoceros man's eyes widened with excitement.
"Of course," Feng Bujue answered easily.
"Ah!" Then, the people at the table closest to the bar stood up together. The leader, a man with a snake face, stuck his tongue out at Brother Jue. "Er … We … We are also your fans, Mr. Feng. I wonder if we can shake your hand and take a picture with you …"
"Of course, of course." Feng Bujue did not wait for them to finish and gave his promise easily.
"Mr. Feng! We also … "
"Can I give you a hug?"
"Please write something for my one-month-old daughter. A normal swear word will do!"
Instantly, the people in the bar rushed over and surrounded Brother Jue at the bar. It was like a fan meeting … Obviously, among the neutral and chaotic factions in the main universe, Feng Bujue had a very high reputation and was extremely popular.
However, it appeared like not everyone was his fan.
At that moment, there was one more person in the bar. He did not approach Brother Jue but put down the money without saying a word and silently left the bar.
And his every move … naturally, did not escape Feng Bujue's eyes.
…
Fifteen minutes later, in a dark alley about ten kilometers away …
A figure wearing a hooded jacket and hiding his face under the hood was moving quickly in the shadows …
This figure was none other than the person who had left the bar earlier.
In just fifteen minutes, he was able to walk such a long distance on foot. It was obvious that he was not an ordinary creature.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Just as the figure was about to walk out of the deserted alley, a few heavy sounds of steel treading on the ground rang out in front of him. Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a humanoid mecha about three meters tall appeared at the entrance of the alley, blocking the path of the figure.
Seeing this, the figure immediately turned around and tried to escape.
However, when he turned around, he found that … a tall man with a camera was standing there. He didn't know when, but there was already a tall man standing there.
"Hiss …" The next second, a strange laughter came out from the loudspeaker on the chest of the mecha. "Unfortunately, you have been surrounded."
When the figure heard that, he glanced at the mecha and then at the 'cameraman' before him … and then he made a decision.
"Hu … Ha …" He suddenly bent over, squatted on the ground, and took several deep breaths.
This process lasted for about five seconds. Then, the figure let out a roar. "Hah!"
Before he finished shouting, he suddenly exerted force from the bottom of his foot, creating a large hole in the ground. At the same time, he shot up like a cannonball from an anti-aircraft gun, flying into the air in an extremely high parabola.
He thought that this movement would allow him to escape from his pursuers.
But he was wrong …
"Hi ~" More than a hundred meters in the air, the man named Feng Bujue had been waiting for him. "You jumped quite high ~"
When Brother Jue said these two sentences, the figure just happened to fly over. Brother Jue stretched out his hand … and easily grabbed the arm of the figure and stopped him.
"You … What do you want?" At this moment, the face under the hood was finally revealed.
His facial features were similar to that of a human, but he had no hair. His skin was composed of four colors: white, purple, light purple, and flesh-colored. On the surface, there were exposed muscle lines and some crustacean-like substances.
"Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you …" Feng Bujue tilted his head and looked directly into the eyes of the other person. He said the other person's name in a languid tone, "… The God of Eternal Life."
This "God of Eternal Life" was the mysterious creature that was imprisoned on the Rabbit Planet, Long Hair Fortress, and the top floor of the Totem Tower.
His name was Duo Ma.
"I have nothing to talk to you about," Duo Ma replied. He tried to break free from Feng Bujue's grip and continue to escape, but after a few struggles, he realized that the other person's strength was far above his.
"Don't waste your energy." Feng Bujue continued to say calmly, "Your strength is extremely weak now, and very unstable. Even if I let go of my hand, you can't escape from my evil clutches …" The words he used to describe himself were not words that ordinary people would use, but they were indeed very appropriate. "Why don't you listen to what I have to say first? It won't take up too much of your time …" He said and let go of the other person's arm. "After all … I'm in a hurry."
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