As time passed, the artificial sky of the space station was shrouded in starry night, and the cosmic city began to flicker with colorful neon lights, and for the people of the Junction Fort, the nightlife officially began.

The shuttle that Hu Feng and the Quali girl Naomi were riding in broke away from the huge traffic flow and flew towards a stop on a community street below.

The Fort Nexus space station is divided into thousands of urban districts, each of which can accommodate at least tens of thousands of people, and is also equipped with a well-equipped commercial street for the residents of the city to enjoy and sustain their lives.

The Commander of the Elite Fleet, Masani, lives in an apartment in this city, and tonight she holds a party in her home, inviting all the main assault personnel of the future fleet to come and get acquainted with each other, so that they can be deployed and coordinated in the future.

"I'm dressed pretty today... No, my aesthetic has been distorted by you quarians... ”

Stepping off the shuttle, Hu Feng glanced at the quarian girl walking beside him and said, then shook his head violently.

Naomi finally changed the style of the outside of the protective suit, which was originally a black and white pattern in the traditional Quarian civilization style, and today it was changed to a black main color of the protective suit, with several circles of golden patterns embroidered on the head, arms and legs.

Oh, the face is still not visible, the thick opaque mask completely hides the Quarians' facial features, only they see the part of others, and no one else looks at them.

But it's okay to look at the figure, after all, the protective clothing of the female quarians is a little tight, and the convex and backward figure is perfectly outlined, and the appearance must not be much worse.

If you want to sleep with the Quali girl, Boss Hu has no plans for the time being.

There's no way, don't dare!

Other people's houses will bleed a little at most, but the Quarians are good, and they may be snapped to death after a fierce battle.

Cause of death: A large number of viruses and bacteria invade the body.

So this is also one of the most important reasons why quarians never intersect with alien races, because they will die.

No matter how sterile the external environment is, you two always have to be honest with each other, and then make up for each other's strengths and weaknesses, then your little brother can't be sterile, and the things your little brother vomits can't be sterile.

My wife was snapped to death by me once... Well, that sounds pretty social.

"Thank you, I'm glad you appreciate our protective suits, which are now an important part of our Quarian culture. ”

Naomi replied with a few laughs, their voices filtered through the protective masks, so they sounded slightly electronic.

Walking through the neon-lit streets and watching the flow of people coming and going, Boss Hu couldn't help but sigh.

Sure enough, at the foot of the Imperial City, the people here did not have the slightest atmosphere of war and tension, as if the harvesters and collectors did not exist, or they thought that they were far away and could no longer launch a second attack.

As for the rebellion of Salen some time ago, and then the bombing of three or four urban districts, everyone seems to have forgotten about it.

Whether to have fun or have fun, whether to make money or make money, there are no worries at all.

Rich people of all races and rich second generations parked their dazzling shuttles, and swaggered through the city with their asari beauties and human beauties to various entertainment venues.

The owners of the shops are engaged in activities and think of ways to solicit customers.

I've heard that some companies are also planning to make a comedy movie about the Collector and Saren to make it easy for everyone.

For outsiders, especially the refugees who have fled, the locals of Fort Junction are very unwelcome, and they constantly complain to the Star Federation Council, complaining that those refugees have affected the normal operation of various star ports, and complaining that the refugees have poured into various neighborhoods, which has brought a lot of inconvenience to their originally clean and beautiful life.

The conflict between the refugees and the natives of the space station is getting bigger and bigger, and the Star Federation Council, which is caught in the middle, has to desperately find a suitable planet to house the refugees, so that these emotional refugees can start a new life as soon as possible.

The way of discrimination in the cosmic society is rather peculiar, and it seems that it has transcended the limitation of race and has become a kind of regional huddle and mutual spray.

Since the influx of refugees into Fort Junction, it has been common to see verbal abuse and even physical altercations between the two sides, especially between the same race.

Refugees are not welcome in the locals, and even if you and I are of the same race, that doesn't stop me from discriminating against you.

It was not uncommon for an Asari or Turui to gather a dozen people to lash out at a few other refugees.

Oh, for the Quarians, it's pure racism, and neither locals nor refugees have a good face and fair treatment for Quarians.

In particular, the refugees who did not know the situation found the 52 Ring District, which had a particularly low floor area ratio, and found that there were only "humans" and quarians there, so they rushed over in a swarm, and at the same time scolded the Star Alliance Council.

"You've set aside a special area for the Quarians, and you're going to have us stranded in a crowded harbor? Shit Starlink, we're going to cook, we're going to be free, we're going to have an apartment!"

Well, for the human race, the refugees who bully the weak and fear the hard still dare not scold, after all, they are also members of the Star Alliance, and they have fought with the Turks before, so for the sake of avoiding diplomatic disputes, I won't trouble you.

Then the refugees clashed with the Quarians, and the Quarians were furious, presumably because the emotional refugees used extremely discriminatory insults that were worse than rats in hazmat suits.

Then came the unsurprising physical altercation, and then ... The demons rushed out and joined the fight.

This group of demons with no light or heavy hands came up with an old punch, and the refugees who beat them were pouring fart, and it didn't take long for them to fall into a piece, and they were screaming on the ground.

The refugees who had been scolded back by the demons saw the situation clearly, and the quarians did not know what they had done, so that the mutant demons of the human branch agreed to shelter them.

"Those hazmat suits have found a good dad and are now living under their demon dad's crotch. ”

"I heard that the rats are very good-looking, so I guess they contributed their women to the demons. ”

The refugees were sent back to the port area, and although they were angry, they did not dare to continue running to the side of the 52nd ring area, and they could only live by their mouths.

On Boss Hu's side, he had just finished his own skirmish at the moment.

"Why did this quarian woman next to me mess with you?

Riding on a turian who fell to the ground and howled, Boss Hu threw a few more punches in his face covered by armor.

There was already a circle around the crowd eating melons, and a few of the Krogan were still laughing heartlessly, swearing and saying things like "turquoise sissies", completely forgetting that they were also looking at the quarian with discriminatory eyes just now.

Hu Feng's eyes burned with dark green evil flames, which made the onlookers recognize his demonic identity, these magicians with brutal personalities and strong individual strength, ordinary people basically did not dare to mess with them, at most, they muttered a few complaints in their hearts, such as "How could the Star Federation agree to let them join in with the humans".

The local residents of Fort Nexus have long been accustomed to the demon shelter quarians, so they have now restrained themselves a lot, and they dare not blatantly discriminate against this group of rats in protective suits.

There is no way, the wicked have their own wicked grinding, and the world is so realistic.