Chapter 61

Abram tavern, formerly a Seamen's club in angry reef city. After the great disaster, nu reef city was rebuilt, and the original Seamen's club was transformed into a tavern for energetic men to vent. In addition to selling all kinds of cheap beer, the tavern also provides dancers and singers. Of course, the tavern only provides them with a stage for performance, and is not responsible for safety.

But in this age, keeping one's guard like a jade is a joke. Food or money can make men take good-looking women here. It is common for these women to become their partners or sell them to others as female slaves after they have had enough.

In turbulent times, without enough strength to protect themselves, women are like flowers floating in the wind. Where the wind blows, the flowers can only fall where they can't choose by themselves.

Zero came to the front of the tavern, but was stopped by a big man.

A black man about two meters tall, with his upper body bare and strong muscles exposed. His chest was full of round meat eggplant, which looked like some kind of mutated tissue. In fact, here in Nu Reef City, although the ubiquitous purification devices dilute the radiation sources in the air, ordinary people who have lived on the surface for a long time will have body tissue variation more or less. This is the most common among the mobs and bandits wandering the earth. Due to the environment of Nu Reef City, the residents here also have organizational variation.

"We only entertain women, members and local residents here. Boy, you're nothing. Get out of here." the black man looked down at zero's relatively thin body and made no secret of his contempt for zero.

The law of the jungle is practiced in the wilderness, and the world of the law of the jungle is the supremacy of power. Zero's slim body may be liked by rich women, but in the eyes of people like blacks, zero is a soft egg. The soft egg has never been respected.

Zero knows this. In the past two years after waking up, he has been exposed to enough such things. He didn't bother to explain to the black that the performance of power didn't depend on his size. He just took out a few coins and put them into the black's hand and said, "I just want to go in and have two drinks."

Money is also a manifestation of power. Blacks put money in their pockets and let them go.

Zero pushed open the door of the tavern and went in. At that time, bad air mixed with beer flavour and women's pungent perfume smell instantly drilled into zero nostrils. Zero frowned and almost wanted to stop breathing. Now is the busiest time in the tavern. There are not only full seats, but also several ordinary looking but hot young women on the dance floor in the middle are twisting their limbs and seducing the men around with various implicit body language.

People keep throwing money on the stage and even stuffing it into women's sexy body parts. But they didn't stop dancing their limbs, but worked harder and made all kinds of attractive gestures to make men become beasts.

Among them, even a man couldn't throw it away. After throwing enough money to sell a woman on the stage, he held the dancer and began to work on the stage. Women's groans, men's roars and the coaxing of the surrounding people merged into an overwhelming sound wave, as if they were going to lift the tavern up to heaven, which made my ears ache.

Zero, who had recovered from the trauma of the Spider Queen, found his ears more sensitive. And the environment like this is nothing more than torture.

He sat in front of the bar and tried to stay away from the dance pool. The place has become a gathering of wild animals. After several men threw a lot of money, they went on stage and took their favorite dancer to solve it on the spot. This madness was unimaginable in the old times, but now it is common.

Zero asked for a glass of beer and almost didn't come out after a sip. This kind of thing can't be called wine at all, it's just the liquid poured out of distiller's grains with blisters. There is no taste of beer, there is only pure alcohol.

The bartender looked at him and said with a smile, "it's the first time for the guest. If you're not used to it, we have a relatively mild cocktail. Would you like to try it?"

Zero shook his head. He didn't really come to drink. Take out a few coins from your pocket and put them on the bar. Zero said quietly, "tell me who has the best news here. This money is yours."

The bartender narrowed his eyes and swept the money into his pocket: "in Nu Reef City, of course, master is the most well-informed. He usually comes to the pub after 10 o'clock. Guests can wait a little longer."

Then the bartender described master's image features again. Under the influence of money, there is no secret. Besides, master is no secret. He is the local snake of angry Reef City, a role like Claude. But master has never done anything to the people in Nu reef, including outsiders. He has a good relationship with Ron's company in Nu reef city. He also has a private army, which has been out for many years.

I heard that this man has been to many places, so he knows a lot. However, master does not casually tell others the news, and even money may not be useful. This gives zero a headache. He is not good at dealing with people. Maybe people like theon can make him speak as long as the other party is not a stone. But zero has absolutely no such ability.

The madness in the tavern continued, but zero was acutely aware that other voices appeared in the sound waves.

"Don't run, little bitch!"

A burst of broken footsteps, someone hit zero's feet. Zero reaction is very fast. Reach out and hold the other party. On closer inspection, it was a girl with a beautiful face and only thirteen or fourteen years old. The girl has long light silver hair and is wearing a dance robe that doesn't fit. But from the loose neckline, you can see the small steamed bread that has begun to develop.

"Sir, please help me. They want to catch me..." the girl trembled like a wet cat in the rain, which was very pitiful.

She moved her feet and hid behind zero. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the girl was close to zero and put the small bump on her chest behind zero.

Four or five big men came after the girl. They had all kinds of strange tattoos on their bodies, with willow nails on their faces and tongues. They knew they were good at first sight. One of the white men shouted to zero, "boy, it's none of your business. Get out of the way. The little bitch has taken our money. Now, she must go back with us!"

"No!" the girl grabbed zero's clothes and said with a tremble, "it was agreed that they would only drink songs, but they, they want..."

The following words are self-evident. Zero drank inferior beer silently, but he didn't even plan to move his ass. Since he's not going to leave, it means he's in charge of this business!