Chapter 1014: Capturing the God

Main universe, Pot.

The size of this planet is less than one-sixth of the Earth, with a permanent population of about 280 million and a floating population of about 100 million.

This place is called the "stinking harbor". Here, space pirates, interstellar wanted criminals, illegal businessmen, mutant monsters and the like can be seen everywhere.

They are like a group of flies attracted by the stench, gathering here to prepare for their next deal.

There is no doubt that this is a place governed by the "underground order". Although there is no so-called government, no laws or law enforcement agencies here, but... there are "rules" here.

Everyone is a supervisor, and everyone is also a law enforcer.

Even the most notorious criminals in the universe dare not act rashly here. Let alone murder and robbery... On Pot, if you dare to eat a free meal, the boss and the onlookers will dare to make you a table of dishes to pay off the debt.

In a sense, this is ironic.

On those planets with laws, many people, especially those who have a lot of social resources, can often rely on various means to get away with it. They hurt, plunder, plagiarize, cheat, oppress, confuse right and wrong, and act tyrannically... but in the end they will only receive some insignificant punishment or even escape.

However, on this lawless planet, everyone has to pay the price for their actions... Of course, this price is not reasonable.

In the final analysis, this world is an unreasonable place; it is also unreasonable... More people will choose to stay in a place with legal constraints and share relative fairness with those who are in the same social class as themselves.

However, there are no such people on the planet Pot.

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Bang-squeak-

The sound of the movable door axis turning came, attracting everyone's attention.

Under the gaze of dozens of different eyes, an earthling in a purple long suit walked in.

This is a bar that adheres to the traditional American Western style.

There is no annoying music, no flashing lights, and no group of empty, lonely, disease-free, vulgar but self-righteous idiots jumping on the dance floor.

There is here. It's just a bar, a few tables of guests, and as for the music... a black man sitting in the corner playing the piano should be considered standard; as long as you order him a glass of wine, he will play 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".

Click, click, click...

After Feng Bujue entered the bar, the slightly noisy environment suddenly became quiet, which made the sound of his boots stepping on the wooden floor become extremely obvious.

At this moment, the bartender, waitress, black man playing the piano, and all the guests... all stopped what they were doing. They stared at Brother Jue silently. The unspeakable, depressing atmosphere was enough to make people turn around and run away.

However, Feng Bujue did not feel any discomfort.

He walked to the bar as if nothing had happened, jumped onto a high chair (considering that most of the customers are about 1.5 times the size of humans, the high chairs here are also relatively tall), propped one elbow on the bar, looked at the bartender and said: "Fatty, give me a bowl of noodles with soybean sauce."

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 webbed fingers between his fingers.

So, he didn't care much about Feng Bujue's "Fatty".

"I don't have noodles with soybean sauce here." Two seconds later, the bartender looked at Brother Jue. He replied neither servilely nor arrogantly.

"Then I want fish ball noodles." Feng Bujue continued.

"I don't have fish ball noodles here either." The bartender said again.

"Then I want eel noodles." Brother Jue said again.

"This is a bar, there is no noodles at all." The bartender replied.

"Then give me fish balls." Brother Jue followed up.

"No fish balls..." The corners of the bartender's mouth began to twitch.

"Do you have any fried sauce?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"No." The bartender replied, and immediately said, "By the way, there is no eel shreds either!"

"Okay." Feng Bujue shrugged helplessly.

Just when the bartender felt relieved...

"I want curry rice." Feng Bujue ordered another irrelevant thing.

"I only have drinks here..." The veins on the bartender's head were already popping out, "Don't order any more food."

"Oh~ you should have said it earlier." Brother Jue smiled, "Give me a bowl of tofu pudding. I want it salty."

Just when the bartender couldn't bear it anymore and was about to get angry...

"Hey! Boy." A guest who occupied a table alone stood up and shouted at Feng Bujue.

Brother Jue turned his head and saw a huge and mighty "rhino man" stalking towards him.

"What are you doing, Rocksteady?" Feng Bujue looked at him and said jokingly.

The rhino didn't understand the point of this sentence, and he didn't care. He just continued: "If I'm not mistaken... you, are the 'Feng Bujue'?"

"Yes, it's me." Feng Bujue replied, "What can I do for you?"

"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... I'm your fan, can I give you 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 and kiss 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 is very well-known and 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 also put down his drink money and quietly left the bar.

And his every move... naturally did not escape Feng Bujue's eyes.

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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.

哐——哐——哐——

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 figure's path.

Upon seeing this, the figure immediately turned around and tried to escape backwards.

However, when he turned around, he found that...at some point, a tall man with 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 let out a loud shout: "Drink!"

Before he finished shouting, the soles of his feet suddenly exerted force, making a big hole in the ground. At the same time, he himself ejected like an anti-aircraft gun shell, flying into the air along an extremely high parabola.

He 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 a hand slowly... 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. There are also exposed muscle textures and some shell-like substances on the 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 imprisoned on the top of Tutu Star, Longhair Fortress, and 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 grip 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 my clutches..." He used to describe Most people really don't know how to use his 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.)