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4012 base, b2 area,

It was another lively night, and the red sunset glow opened the prelude to the nightlife in the b2 area. The taverns and clubs were full of people, and the Hulk Tavern was already full of guests and there were no vacancies.

From the tall door curtain, you can hear the loud noise.

Music, dancing figures, overflowing alcohol and dim lights mixed in the air, and there was a hint of bloody smell in it. The bullfighting stage in the center of the tavern had already risen, and the exciting fighting sound was transmitted through the amplifier. The speakers spread to every corner of the tavern, stimulating all the spectators.

boom!

Andrew was entangled with spider silk by an opponent's eight-legged spider and threw it to the metal grid on the edge of the arena.

The tenacity of the spider silk is even comparable to the soft metal used to make mechas. Ordinary weapons can't cut it, let alone Andrew who has no weapons and bare hands.

The metal defense net made a rattling electric shock sound, and one could even smell the burnt breath.

Andrew bounced off the metal defense net and rolled to the ground. His entire back was charred black, bloody and bloody, and gray-black bone was exposed on the protruding vertebrae.

The combat power of this iron-footed spider is extremely powerful. Its eight legs are four meters long. Each leg is like a high-density sharp knife. Combined with its own wind attribute, its attack power is so strong that it is clearly separated by the protective net. It still made the audience around feel the stinging and stinging pain every minute, not to mention being able to spin silk to achieve the purpose of defense and control.

This is simply a melee overlord.

Andrew has already won six games in a row, but each game has consumed the bugs to death. Apart from his unparalleled ability to resist beatings, he really hasn't shown any special super strength.

This is not what the tavern wants to see, so they found him a tough opponent tonight.

"Why is this strange species so strange? It is resistant to beatings, falls, and torture. It can kill those bugs without deforming."

"In the past few days, this guy has made those who watched the game very funny, and the betting market is full of ups and downs."

"It doesn't matter how much he has, we can make money or not."

"Didn't you say that the boss came back today, why haven't you seen the people in the fleet?"

While the bartender was talking, the iron-footed spider had already approached Andrew, intending to give him a fatal blow.

Andrew was lying on the ground, his clothes were tattered like a few pieces of rags were hanging on his body, and his back spine protruded slightly upwards to form an arch bridge.

The iron-footed spider approached Andrew's forefoot and suddenly raised the sharp blade. Andrew spun sideways, rolled past the iron-footed spider's feet, grabbed the thigh, and slammed the joint.

The strength and energy were output at the same time, and the sound of cracking joints was heard crisply.

All the joints of the left four legs of the iron-footed spider were broken, and they could no longer maintain their balance and fell to one side. Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Andrew hit a series of heavy blows with his bare hands, one punch after another. They all carry a powerful force that penetrates into the bone marrow, punching hard to the flesh.

There were bursts of cheers in the tavern, and this Jedi counterattack was considered one of their favorite scenes.

The dark green viscous juice shot out, the red, green and green on Andrew's body could no longer see the original color, but his fists never stopped.

"Is this new?"

"Old...old...boss!" The bartender, who was watching the battle seriously, was shocked by the sudden questioner.

Cuntou, one-eyed, with an obvious corrosive scar from the forehead to the pinna on the right side of the face, more than two meters tall and strong, giving people a sense of oppression like a mountain.

"Boss, this is the strange species that just arrived two days ago."

Jefferson stared at Andrew on the arena who had been punching the iron-footed spider violently, and his tone was slightly puzzled, "Extraordinary species?"

The strange species can critically attack an iron-footed spider without deforming? This strange species is too powerful.

As an experienced old captain, Jefferson stared at Andrew for a long time, and his doubts grew stronger.

Until the golden retriever dismantled the iron-footed spider's eight legs and head, its hands were bloody and bloody, and the red blood mixed with the dark green viscous liquid formed a strange color.

Jefferson said directly to the bartender beside him, "The next game is over, bring him to my office."

"Yes, boss"

Jefferson turned and left without waiting for an answer, followed by two strong men behind him.

It's not just the owner of the Hulk Tavern that notices Andrew's abnormal state, but also another person sitting in the box.

"Is that the new product sold to the tavern?"

"Hasn't changed shape?"

The person being questioned also realized that something was wrong, "No, there has never been a worm state."

It was none other than the lieutenant who was asking the question. He liked to admire the scenes of the prisoners he had captured in fierce battles to death. He was a frequent visitor to gladiatorial competitions. However, this time he realized that he might have made a major mistake that would affect his career. .

If, if the one on stage wasn't an oddity, that meant he was probably a human, and it would be a horrific mistake for a Templar to sell a human as a captive slave.

There was already killing intent in the lieutenant's eyes, no matter what, no matter what this strange species was, it must die.

In a box compartment on the second floor of the tavern, Klein introduced to Mo Ye, "Did you see that the one who just walked through the aisle on the left is the owner of the Hulk Tavern, and he came back early, and I will take you to meet him later." He, Hughes said that you want to take the fleet to the junkyard to search for treasures, so you need the old captain to lead the way."

Klein took Mo Ye and his party to the Hulk Tavern for the second time today. He originally thought that an iceberg like Mo Ye would not like this kind of occasion, especially after experiencing the chaos last time, he did not expect...

Sir Oliver is really a different iceberg~~ Klein complained silently in his heart.

There were two lines of sight focused on Andrew just now, observing more intently than ordinary spectators, and one of them came from the tavern owner that Klein mentioned.

According to Klein, the owner of the Hulk Tavern is an extraordinary legendary figure, and his background is blank. It can only be traced back to when he joined the base, and there is no information beyond that.

Mo Ye couldn't determine whether the tavern owner was a saint in the previous moment of induction. Klein didn't mention it, but this person gave Mo Ye an unfathomable feeling, but the energy breath on this person was a little strange .

It reminded Mo Ye of Mrs. Freya, but the life energy seemed to be stronger, and she probably suffered some kind of serious injury.

Andrew defeated the iron-footed spider without a doubt, and then another Zerg warrior was sent in without a moment's rest.

Mo Ye has been paying attention to the changes in Andrew's mental energy, and it is obvious that the parasite's spiritual power will be particularly active when Andrew attacks strongly.

The golden retriever restrained very hard.

This night, the rare Andrew was taken down after only two games, and there was no continuous wheel battle.

Andrew was taken to Jefferson's office, saying that the office was actually a cabin that looked empty with a large floor-to-ceiling viewing window.

Jefferson watched both of Andrew's fights.

Andrew was restrained by two people and pressed to the floor, raised his head and looked at the person standing in front of him, "Are you their boss?"

Andrew suddenly spoke, which startled everyone present.

"You can speak human language?"

Andrew rolled his eyes, of course my young master can speak human language, you can't speak human language, your whole family can't speak human language.

This strange species is a bit strange!

Andrew has always been quiet, and this sudden opening made people a little confused.

"Ben~~ people are not strange species." Andrew almost blurted out the word "Master", but luckily it wasn't the lingua franca of the Star Alliance and no one noticed.

Standing by the window, Jefferson looked down at Andrew who was being held on the ground, and looked at Andrew's bloody and slightly raised back.

At this time, Andrew didn't have the slightest appearance of a beautiful boy, and the whole golden-haired beast had the demeanor of his father.

The other people in the Hulk Tavern were dumbfounded. This is not a strange species, no wonder they can be suppressed for so long without deforming.

First, I suddenly realized, and then I thought, eh, no, if Andrew is not a strange species, what is it?

Isn't that human? His eyes widened suddenly. The Templar Legion actually used humans to pretend to be strange species for sale, and they sold them at such a high price. Isn't this a scam?

Everyone looked at Jefferson, waiting for the boss to speak. This matter can be big or small. Human trafficking and exotic species are two completely different concepts.

"How do you make people believe that you are not a strange species?"

Andrew was helpless, "It wasn't in the first place, how can I prove it."

In fact, Jefferson has already made his own judgment. Although there are indeed precedents for the strange species to be controlled and not deformed, it is still somewhat different from Andrew's situation.

"Let him go"

Normally, Andrew would have shouted that Master Ben told you, but at this moment he just stood silently.

The bartender helped Andrew up, "The parasites in your body are very powerful, even if they are not strange species, you probably won't live long."

Andrew didn't answer, but his expression was disdainful, and he silently thought about my young master's long life of hundreds of years.

At this time, someone informed, "Boss, Captain Klein brought the new saint from the temple to see you."

Jefferson waved his hand, "Let him in."

Klein walked beside Mo Ye and said, "I almost joined his Taobao fleet back then. It's a pity." Follow along."

A flight of spiral stairs leads to the six-story cabin of the abandoned starship, and a long corridor leads into an open empty room.

Andrew was still standing aside. When he saw Mo Ye, Andrew lowered his head as much as possible not to make eye contact with Mo Ye, so as not to be seen as acquaintance and it would be difficult to explain.

"Captain Jefferson"

"Captain Crean"

The relationship between the two is obviously very good, and they smiled and hugged.

Only then did Jefferson set his sights on Mo Ye, "Ace tribe?"

"Captain Jefferson, this is Lord Oliver, an ice saint"

"Hmph, can't I see that the people of the Ace clan are not ice-type or can they be fire-type?"

As soon as the two meet each other, they can already feel the strength of each other, even if neither of them shows any signs of expression, "Young people are awesome"

What Jefferson said made Klein's heart flutter slightly. Jefferson's saying this meant that Oliver was not very old, or even very young, otherwise he would not have expressed such emotion.

"Eh, this?" Klein noticed that Andrew, who was standing beside him, looked at Jefferson curiously.

Jefferson smiled at Klein, the scar on his face pulled up "find something interesting"

Jefferson had no intention of going into details, and Klein would not continue to ask.

Mo Ye glanced at Andrew without any trace. He didn't expect that Golden Retriever said that he wanted to join the Temple of Liberty, but he really did it. It's just a different way, which is amazing.

I don't know what Andrew's idea is.

Jefferson, the owner of the Hulk Tavern, was not sure about this person's strength in Mo Ye, and he didn't plan to use his mental power to communicate with Andrew quietly. This person gave Mo Ye a very unfathomable feeling. Not good.

"You want to go to the junkyard to shop for treasure?"

Jefferson glanced at Klein, since this kid brought people here, "My fleet will set off after two days of rest, if you are interested, you can come together, but I don't guarantee the life or death of your crew members. .”

Mo Ye nodded, "Naturally"

Of course, Jefferson was not only because of Klein, but because he was a little curious about this young saint of the Aes tribe. Years of exploration experience told Jefferson that this ice saint was not that simple.

Going to the junkyard to search for treasure is not as easy as imagined. First, you must have an access permit number registered with the junkyard, and pay an annual fee or a single fee to the temple, which is the ticket.

It would be more troublesome for a newcomer like Mo Ye to get in, but it would be much more convenient if there was an old fleet with him.

Mo Ye and Jefferson agreed to go to the garbage dump and left, Klein was left behind.

Mo Ye glanced at Andrew before leaving.

After Mo Ye left, Jefferson talked to Klein about Andrew.

"Please check this matter for me. Which legions of the Templar Legion are on vacation recently?"

"Huh?" Klein nodded, "Okay."

"What happened to the saint of the Aes tribe?"

Klein told about the rescue of Hughes.

"The Zerg has been moving more and more these years." Jefferson shook his head and said nothing more, and then said, "I asked you to check for me, you must hurry up."

"Don't worry, when have I been perfunctory to you, old captain?"

Andrew had already been taken down by the bartenders. This time, he was no longer going back to the place where the strange species was held, but was held alone in another cabin.

After the bartenders left, Andrew carefully informed Mo Ye of his room change.

In order not to cause unnecessary complications, Andrew would not use the magic pattern communicator to contact Mo Ye quietly unless necessary and necessary information needs to be conveyed.

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ps, the author has been tossing around for a day in the car, steamship and small three rounds. He started coding as soon as he arrived at the hotel. The rhythm of this vacation is simply ~~~(~￣▽￣)~(To be continued.)

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