Chapter 3
The man had an old scar on his neck, running from his Adam's apple down to his shoulder, hidden beneath his shirt, which added an air of danger to his presence. He held a cigarette, squinting slightly through the smoke, with a bit of stubble on his chin that had not been shaved clean, giving him a rather unkempt appearance. Yet, despite looking so disheveled, he did not come across as frivolous; the reason for this might lie in his deep gray eyes. He held a cigarette, squinting slightly through the smoke, with a bit of stubble on his chin that had not been shaved clean, giving him a rather unkempt appearance. Yet, despite looking so disheveled, he did not come across as frivolous; the reason for this might lie in his deep gray eyes.
However, not everyone can easily look up information about others; she still possesses this basic common sense. The girl stared warily at the man in front of her and said, "Am I encountering a cop?"
"A person running a small tavern, acting so arrogantly?" the girl thought to herself in confusion. At that moment, she vaguely sensed that something was moving on the shelf beside the table. At first, she thought it was the flickering light, but upon closer inspection, she met a pair of cold, icy little eyes. She leaned back in surprise and finally saw clearly that there was a large green lizard lying there.
The boss ignored her insolent remarks: "Born in the year 259 of the New Star Calendar, you little brat, just turned sixteen?"
A few people pushed each other for a moment, and finally, the "traffic light combination" worked together to push out the only woman among them
The man looked at her with a blank expression, causing the female motorcyclist to sneeze violently, nearly expelling her lungs.
Having finished speaking, he abruptly ended the call. With a swift motion, the mechanical arm behind the bar immediately detached from its base, automatically shrinking and fastening around the boss's arm like a well-trained parrot
The girl came to her senses: "Beer"
The boss had not yet responded when a small silver sword suddenly flashed at the wrist of the mechanical arm. The boss's gaze sharpened, and he immediately stood up and put on a coat. At the same time, he said to the mechanical arm: "At the 'Broken Tavern', stop the nonsense and hurry over to take the person away"
It is well known that the democratically established government of the Eighth Galaxy is akin to a disposable food container. By extension, the governments of various planets are hardly better than scrap paper, and police stations primarily serve as mere signposts, with no one taking them seriously. Since the government lacks authority, there must be someone who does, which over time has led to the rampant rise of gangs. The Eighth Galaxy is home to many factions, each with its own territory, functioning as the "invisible government" of the major planets. Since the government lacks authority, there must be someone who does, which over time has led to the rampant rise of gangs. The Eighth Galaxy is home to many factions, each with its own territory, functioning as the "invisible government" of the major planets.
The four of them descended from the sky, appearing to be anything but law-abiding citizens, yet standing in a row behind the dilapidated black bar, each one of them looked dispirited and did not dare to speak first
"Alright, alright, no problem, Miss Penny, rest assured," said the police officer, who was as friendly as a younger brother, as he warmly took the little boy into his arms. Skillfully patting the child's back, he quickly calmed the slightly frightened boy down. Afterwards, he glanced around with a furtive look and asked with a smile, "Um... was Fourth Brother just here?"
Penny cast her a glance that was both smiling and not smiling.
"Unfortunately," she pulled the toothpick out of her mouth, her crimson lips moving slightly as she pointed to the back door that had not been closed tightly, "just left"
Among them, the three gentlemen may have debuted as a group, with their heads dyed bright red, bright green, and bright yellow respectively. Standing together, they resemble a standard traffic light. The lady, on the other hand, is wearing the same outfit as the earlier young girl, with a leather jacket over her underwear. It seems that this attire might be the winter fashion of local female delinquents, quite popular indeed
The little boy, who had just stopped sobbing, was startled by this fierce sneeze, and like a frightened bird, he sat down on the ground with a thud, let out a cry, and began to cry again
The boss ignored him and chuckled to himself: "Your name is Jing Shu? That's a nice name, it shares the same name as the wife of the Secretary-General of the Alliance."
The girl was utterly astonished: "You ... ... "
The term "the wife of the Secretary-General of the Alliance" is something that, for the young girl from the Eighth Star System, sounds just as nonsensical as "scientists naming an extraterrestrial black hole 'Pixiu's intestines'"—something unheard of and utterly incomprehensible.
The young girl Huang Jingshu boldly declared, "Black holes, haven't you heard of black holes on the Beijing star?"
The girl got up, hesitated for a moment, but the warm air rushing from the bar quickly shattered her resolve. She rubbed the scratch on the back of her hand, picked up her luggage, and followed inside.
As soon as he finished speaking, the robotic arm trembled slightly, and the call to "that son of a bitch" was connected
The delinquent girl, Huang Jingshu, stifled a yawn so forcefully that her jaw nearly dislocated
"How do I know which school you are from?" The boss asked her, then answered himself, "All the minors in the entire Eighth Star System pretending to be black holes are that grandson's students"
The previously cold electronic voice of the mechanical hand suddenly transformed into that of a man, a deep and gentle voice flowing from the palm of the mechanical hand: "It's rare, what made you think of me?"
The girl instinctively averted her gaze upon making eye contact with him and briefly replied: "Fifty"
The stylish female motorcyclist braved the harsh winter, but could not withstand the cold demeanor of the gentleman at the back door of the bar, causing her to shiver slightly. She hesitated and said: "That person has a strange shield, we lost track of him..."
The boss replied briefly: "Come over for a moment, lost and found."
This girl is a little rogue who is unrestrained and fearless, but inexplicably, she feels a bit intimidated in front of the small boss of this bar. Those grayish eyes make her nervous—not the kind of nervousness a woman feels when she sees a handsome man, but rather the kind of anxiety a truant child experiences when facing the school principal or a late novice feels when confronted by their superior
The young girl raised her eyebrows, ready to retort, but before she could open her delicate mouth to spew a string of foul words, she saw the boss wipe his hands and instruct the nearby robotic arm, saying: "Make a call to Lu Bixing."
The boss raised an eyebrow and said, "Speak plainly."
Just then, the female motorcyclist named Penny raised her chin towards the little boy in the corner and said, "Missing child, you take him away."
An invisible personal terminal emerged on the boss's wrist, scanning the girl briefly. An identity profile immediately materialized in mid-air. He exhaled two puffs of smoke from his nose, raising one long eyebrow as he pronounced the girl's name: "Huang ... ... Jingshu?"
Three men and one woman got off the high-speed train
The man with a cigarette lowered his head, and the little boy exchanged a glance with him. After that brief moment, the boy's sobs were choked back in his throat, and he simply did not dare to cry out.
"It's nothing, this thing is very lazy and doesn't bite." The boss casually placed the little boy on the high stool opposite the girl and asked her, "What would you like to drink?"
The female motorcyclist listened to her nonsense, and upon seeing the girl's heavily made-up face that could not conceal her youthful innocence, she laughed: "Is the fourth brother so broke that he is even hiring child labor?"
He speaks in a languid manner, almost like singing, yet his enunciation is very clear, with a slight nasal tone at the end, which makes it particularly endearing; listening to him does not give the impression of a serious principal
The mechanical arm paused for a moment, and then the voice of the "Midnight Program Host" immediately shifted three octaves higher, switching to "News Broadcast" mode: "What happened? Where are you?"
The girl with her neck craned was diminished by three inches under his gaze
The motorcyclists entered in a steady stream, as if granted a pardon
"Please get a police officer over here, no more queuing in this world, come in." A man, whose gaze silenced the crying child, picked up the little boy with one hand, turned to nod at the motorcyclists, and caught a glimpse of the girl in the corner who looked distressed, also saying to her, "You too."
The "invisible government" that occupies Beijing β star is called "Black Hole". Its source of income is protection fees, and it occasionally engages in business involving murder and arson
At that moment, the girl, illuminated by the light, clearly saw the appearance of the boss—this man had black hair, and although his facial features were quite deep, it was still evident that he had some Eastern ancestry. He had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, leaving it open, revealing a sturdy chest and a well-defined abdomen. Noticing the girl looking at him, he casually fastened two buttons.
As soon as these words were spoken, even the music at the bar intelligently paused for a moment, and all eyes eerily gathered on the girl. The red-haired biker from the "Traffic Light Combo" spat out the drink in his mouth, coughing thunderously. Next to him, Mr. Green Hair trembled as he raised his sleeve to wipe his face, which had been splashed, and turned his head to ask: "What did you say you are?"
The boss reached out and wiped his hand, causing the identity information floating on his wrist to dissipate instantly. A mechanical arm retrieved a bottle of milk from the bar's freezer, poured two cups, and placed them in front of the girl Huang Jingshu and the little boy opposite her. It even humanely patted the large lizard's head. Unfortunately, the large lizard, being a cold-blooded animal, did not appreciate another cold claw, and thus it retracted its head indifferently and slowly crawled away.
The girl exploded in anger: "On what basis do you look at my ID card?"
In the Black Hole, there is a mysterious ruler named Lin, though it is uncertain whether it is specifically "林" or "Lynn"; in any case, everyone calls him "Fourth Brother." Regarding the origins of Fourth Brother, opinions vary widely. Some say he is a wanted criminal, while others claim he is a retired interstellar pirate. In just a few years, this individual has risen to prominence within the "Black Hole," first becoming the trusted aide of the former leader, and then the current leader.
The mechanical hand made an 'OK' gesture and, in a tablet's voice, said: 'Calling Principal Lu—'
"Hmm?" Principal Lu asked with a hint of a smile, "What have I lost?"
At that moment, a sudden flash of white light appeared before her eyes, and the girl reacted slowly, belatedly covering her face: "What are you doing!"
How did the Fourth Brother climb to the top of this food chain? There are many legends circulating among the people, filled with conspiracy and bloodshed, the truth of which is uncertain. Regardless, such stories have a vast market in the Eighth Star System, appealing to both young and old, and appreciated by all.
He had just left when a "ding-dong" sound was heard. A middle-aged man, bleary-eyed and dressed in a police uniform, peeked in and politely smiled at the few motorcycle riders who looked like demons and monsters, saying, "What’s the matter? I heard there are some trivial matters that need my attention"
The boss glanced at her and asked, "How old are you?"
"You are a minor, what business is it of yours?" the boss said, "Out in the middle of the night, not going home, just hanging around making faces, where are your parents? Is no one looking after you?"
Those eyes are very special, evoking an inexplicable memory of a canyon shrouded in thick fog, deep and cold
The boss hastily left through the back door after saying, "Penny, you all take care of the house"
A mischievous child named Huang Jingshu, please check if she is from your school
The young girl Huang Jingshu grew up in the remote area of the Eighth Star System, having never seen the world, and was momentarily left speechless in astonishment
The bar is decorated in a retro style, exuding a charmingly shabby atmosphere. A sweet aroma of rum lingers in the air, and jazz music plays softly at the bar. It should have already closed for the night, as both the waitstaff and the bartender are absent, leaving only the man who just entered, possibly the owner.
What is it with sixteen, and what does it have to do with you? I am a person of the 'black hole'. The girl, with a fierce yet timid demeanor, slammed the table and said, 'Why so much nonsense? I want beer, is it not enough to pay for it!'
All the little rascals and young ladies on planet β in Beijing aspire to become the next Si Ge, their yearning for the "black hole" is as devout as the aspirations of the privileged children of Woto for Ulan College
Thus, she lowered her head and flexibly folded herself in half: "25."