The girl didn't dare to resist at all, and of course she didn't have the ability to resist.

Let this man put himself on his shoulder.

……

The black cloak snapped the chain that attached the transparent box.

Very arrogantly, he walked out of the crowd carrying the girl's delicate body.

The fierce men consciously avoided the path of the black-cloaked man and made a way for him to get out.

……

Passing by the scruffy man's bar, Black Cloak raised his hand and threw a hedron to the other party.

"Wine money."

With that, he continued walking.

Although the sloppy man had been half-squinting his eyes and looking drunk, the spar that flew over was still caught by him with his hand.

He put the hedron to his nose and sniffed it deeply, tucking it into the leather pouch around his waist with satisfaction.

"It seems that this newcomer is very good at adapting to the customs of the new environment......"

……

The black cloak melted into the new environment faster than he thought.

The reason why it is called a custom is because there are no rules here, there are no rules in the sixth district, more powerful firepower and more terrifying abilities are the basis for survival, there is no set of guidelines that can cover the entire sixth district, if there is, it is that the Wils cannot be violated, and if they touch, they will die.

Otherwise, you can do anything on this continent as long as you have the ability.

Just like just now, the black cloak killed the transformer in front of everyone, blasted the opponent's upper body into pieces, snatched the woman it liked, and took all the hedrons from the other party's body, this kind of behavior is illegal on any continent, but in the sixth district, it is a very normal thing, people will not think that this is some kind of bad behavior, on the contrary, people will give a very enthusiastic reaction, as if they have seen a generous dancer show her in a nightclub on another continent......

……

Everything is distorted, but that's the truest status quo in the 6th arrondissement.

This is a place of lawlessness, a paradise for criminals.

……

"Hey! I think you may need a place to stay. ”

The sloppy man shouted at the black cloak.

The latter stopped and turned around.

The sloppy man smiled.

……

About two minutes later.

He walked to the edge of the hall with his black cloak.

It is an interior space supported by two massive towers that have collapsed and intersected.

Everything looks like it's on the verge of collapse, but in fact, the interior has already undergone a series of renovations.

"Looks like you're a businessman."

The black cloak glanced at the scruffy man.

A strange smile appeared on the other party's face.

"You're right, I only do the business of rich people, and obviously you have money now."

"So you call this thing money?" The black cloak patted the leather pouch around his waist.

"Well, whatever you want to call it, the Welts call these things 'kris', anyway, the pronunciation is read like this, which roughly means the carrier of energy, the things they use the material structure and energy on the earth to create, these things were dispersed more than a year ago, and the amount is not much, because the Welts have been trying to find a way to recycle these things, and for these outsiders, energy is simply their life. However, for the other biological races in our Sixth District, the use value of this thing is probably equivalent to the use value of gold, and it is used for trading equivalent exchange, so it is no problem to call it money. ”

The sloppy man explained with half-squinted eyes as he walked ahead to lead the way.

The two of them.

Walked into an elevator and entered the interior of the abandoned building.

It's not entirely a dilapidated structure, but a remodeled one.

In the corridor, there is a mechanical texture of a pure metal structure.

In it, there is a sense of disobedience with the outside world.

Because outside is a barren sky covered with yellow sand.

……

"So you're a hotel here?"

The black cloak followed behind the sloppy man and asked lightly.

"You can think so, and in fact I haven't come up with a concept that defines this place exactly, but there is a name, and it's called 'wormhole'." The scruffy man said, glancing back at the black cloak.

"Wormhole ......" A trace of trance flashed in the black cloak's eyes, as if he remembered something, but more of it was doubtful.

"How's the name?" The scruffy man asked, raising an eyebrow.

The black cloak shrugged its shoulders.

"General...... Nothing creative. ”

……

After a few people had rounded the staggered hallways, the scruffy man led the black cloak to the door of a room.

He pressed his palm against a black mirrored device outside the door.

The door opened automatically in the next second, and the configuration inside the room was very high-end, at least much more high-end than the hotel configuration in the black cloak's memory, and the whole was decorated with a black texture, which looked very technological, and the space was moderate, but there was no sense of narrow oppression.

"There's food, drink, and everything else you might need, and if you need anything else, you can contact me......" The sloppy man glanced at the weaker girl with the black cloak on her shoulder, and said with a wicked smile, "But I don't think you need it either." ”

"Yes, not for now."

The corners of the black cloak raised the corners of his mouth and said lightly.

"So, I wish you all a perfect night~"

The scruffy man slowly exited the room and closed the door.

……

The black cloak let go of the girl she had been carrying on her shoulders.

After the girl was put down, she immediately threw herself on the table in the center of the room, there were a lot of fruit bread and other foods on the table, it was quite good to have such a thing in the sixth district, which had no social order, it was a big meal.

She looked like she was starving. 、

He didn't even care about his naked body, and only had those things to eat in his eyes.

……

But when she was still a few meters away from the table, a crisp sound of chains rang out in the room.

The black cloak held the end of the chain that held the girl's neck in her hand.

He looked at the girl coldly.

"Did I say you could eat it?"

……

"I'm sorry ......"

The girl turned around and responded with a shudder.

……

And he leisurely ripped off the black tattered cloak that covered him.

Beneath the hood of the cloak was a face that looked slightly green, but that face had moved the whole world.

……

He threw his cloak into the corner.

Carrying the chain, he slowly walked to the table, glanced at the girl, and the corners of his mouth twitched:

"Let's eat......"

"Still."

"Eat it on your stomach."

……

(End of chapter)