Chapter 61

The Abelone Tavern, formerly a Seafarer's Club in the Angry Reef.

After the Cataclysm, the city was rebuilt, and the former Seafarer's Club was converted into a tavern where men with energy could vent their frustrations.

In addition to selling all kinds of cheap beer, dancers and singers perform here.

Of course, the tavern offered them only one stage for the performance, but safety was not the responsibility.

However, in this era, guarding one's body like jade was simply a joke.

Food or money allowed men to take good-looking women away from here. It was common for women to become their partners or sell to other men as female slaves after they had played enough.

In turbulent times, without the power to protect themselves, women are like flowers in the wind.

Wherever the wind blew, flowers could only fall. He had no choice.

When he arrived in front of the tavern's entrance, he was stopped by a burly man.

The two-meter-tall black man was naked to the waist, revealing muscular muscles.

There were circles of eggplants on his chest that looked like some kind of mutated tissue.

In fact, in the city of Anger Reef, even though the air was diluted by the ubiquitous purifier, the tissue of ordinary people who had lived on the surface for a long time would more or less mutate.

This was most common among the mob and bandits that roamed the land, and due to the environs of the Angry Reef City, there were organizational changes in the residents here.

"We only serve women, members, and local residents.

"Kid, you're nothing. Get lost!"

The black man looked down from above, revealing his weak and frail body. His eyes did not even bother to conceal the contempt he had for Zero.

In the wilderness, the law of the jungle reigns supreme, the law of the jungle reigns supreme.

A slender body might be liked by wealthy ladies, but in the eyes of people like Negroes, zero was nothing but a soft egg.

And a soft egg had never been respected before.

In the two years since waking up, he had come across enough of these things.

He didn't bother to explain to the black man that he wasn't a big man. He just took out a few coins and thrust them into the black man's hands. "I just want to go in and have a drink," he said.

Money was also a sign of power, and the Negroes put it in their pockets and let it go.

Zero pushed the door open and got in.

Immediately, the bad air, which blended the smell of beer with the woman's pungent perfume, entered his nostrils.

Zero frowned, almost trying to hold her breath.

This was the most lively time in the pub. Not only were there no empty seats, there were even a few ordinary-looking young women on the dance floor. However, their bodies were hotly moving and using various hints to seduce the men watching from the sidelines.

Money was constantly being thrown onto the stage, even into the sexy parts of the woman's body.

However, they did not stop moving their limbs. Instead, they put in more effort, making all sorts of seductive postures to turn the men into wild animals.

One of the men could not even throw enough money to sell the next woman onto the stage, and with the dancer in his arms, he began to work on the stage.

The groans of women, the shouts of men, and the shouts of the people around them merged into an overwhelming sound wave, as if it was trying to lift the tavern up into the sky, making its ears ache.

Zero, who had recovered from the Spider Queen's trauma, found his ears more alert.

And in a situation like this, it was nothing more than a form of torture.

He sat at the bar, as far from the dance floor as he could.

That place had become a gathering of wild beasts. After a few men threw out quite a sum of money, they went on stage to deal with the dancers they liked.

This madness was unthinkable in the old days, but now it was commonplace.

Zero asked for a beer and almost spat out when he took a sip.

This kind of thing could not be called wine at all. It was just a liquid that was concocted from the distillers' grains by soaking it in water.

There was no taste of beer at all, only pure alcohol.

The bartender glanced at him and smiled, "This should be the first time you're here, right?"

If we're not used to it, we have a relatively mild cocktail. Do you want to try it? "

Zero shook his head. He wasn't really here to drink.

Taking out a few coins from his pocket and placing them on the bar, Zero calmly said, "Tell me, the most well-informed person here is you. This money is yours."

The bartender narrowed his eyes, swept the money with his hand, and quickly swept it into his pocket. "In the Angry Reef, the most well-informed person is, of course, Mast."

He usually comes to the pub after ten o'clock. Guests can wait a bit longer. "

Then the bartender went over Masters's image again.

Under the influence of money, there was no such thing as a secret.

Besides, Masters was not a secret. He was a local snake from the Angry Reef, a character like Claude.

It was just that Masters had never done anything to anyone in Angry Reef, not even outsiders.

He was on good terms with the Ron Company in Angry Reef, and he had a private unit in his hands that had been out for years.

Zero had heard that this guy had been to a lot of places, so he knew a lot.

But Masters did not tell anyone, and even money might not be useful.

This gave Zero quite a headache. He wasn't good at dealing with people. Perhaps people like Sean, as long as the other party wasn't a rock, could make him talk.

However, he absolutely did not have this ability.

The insanity within the tavern continued, but he was acutely aware that within the waves of sounds, there were other sounds.

"Don't run, little bitch!"

With a series of light footsteps, someone crashed into Zero's feet.

His reaction was quick. He reached out and caught the other party.

Looking closer, it was a girl with a pretty face who was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

The girl had long, pale silver hair and wore an ill-fitting robe.

However, through the loose collar, you could see the small steamed buns that were already beginning to develop.

"Sir, please help me."

They want to catch me.

The girl trembled like a cat wet in the rain. It was pitiful.

She moved to hide behind Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zurich.

Inconsciously or unconsciously, the girl pressed herself against the zero, pressing the little bump on her chest against the back of the zero.

The ones chasing the girl were four or five burly men. These people had all sorts of strange tattoos on their bodies, and their faces and tongues were nailed together.

One of the white men shouted to Zero, "Boy, this is none of your business. Get out of my way."

This little bitch has taken our money, and now she must come back with us! "

"No!"

The girl clutched her clothes tightly and said shakily, "We agreed that we would only drink songs, but they, they want …"

The following words went without saying. Zero was quietly drinking the inferior beer but had no intention of moving his butt.

Since he did not plan to leave, it meant that he was determined to take care of this matter!