Chapter 26 Interstellar 2

Alma.

An inferior planet located in the third galaxy.

The entire universe is divided into five major galaxies. The first and second galaxies are the sphere of influence of the Empire, and the fourth and fifth galaxies are under the jurisdiction of the Federation.

The third galaxy, located between the five major galaxies, has been ungoverned for a long time due to its poor resources and the special political environment at the junction of the Federation Empire.

Therefore, it has become a place where various forces are mixed and fighting.

Alma, as a planet suitable for human habitation besides countless garbage stars, has become a hotbed of sin and evil.

Amidst the low-rise buildings full of lights and nightlife, a drunk stumbled on the concrete floor, his unruly steps splashing foul-smelling sewage in the water pits.

The drunk held an empty bottle in one hand, waved his other hand randomly, and muttered illogical words.

A hunched homeless man came towards him.

In the dim light, the homeless man's hands were vaguely visible under his wide sleeves.

The drunk narrowed his eyes, and his intuition from being immersed in the red-light district for a long time told him that the weak homeless man in front of him was holding something in his hands.

On Alma, the law is nothing but empty talk, and morality and goodwill are the most worthless things that can be discarded at any time.

The drunk man blocked the way like a wall, grabbing the homeless man by the collar roughly and almost lifting him up.

"Hey! Old man, what's in your arms? Let me see!"

"...Nothing..." The old homeless man held the "item" in his arms tighter, and said tremblingly: "...It's just the leftover food picked up from the garbage dump." "How

dare you lie to me!"

The drunk man was furious, staring at the homeless man with bloodshot eyes: "Are you looking for a fight?!"

The drunk held the homeless man with one hand, threw away the empty bottle with the other hand, and used his free hand to tear open the old man's covered hands.

The strength of an adult male Beta is obviously not something that an old skinny homeless man can resist. One hand was easily pried open -

a baby was sleeping soundly in his arms.

The baby was obviously born not long ago, with wrinkled skin and a few sparse hairs sticking to his little head. The whole person is very small and can be held by one hand.

"Tsk, I thought it was something good," the drunkard was obviously disappointed when he saw the baby in the old man's arms. He threw the homeless man in his hand, "How dare you play tricks on me?"

The drunkard blamed the poor homeless man without any reason, and stretched out his hand to pull out the baby in his arms.

Such a rough action woke up the sleeping baby, and he opened his mouth and cried "wa wa wa".

"What are you making so much noise for, you little brat?"

The baby's noisy cry did not arouse the big man's sympathy, but aroused his rage and resentment.

"You are really a bastard's child. Even your mother doesn't want you!"

Here, the weak will only bully the weaker.

The big man raised the hand holding the baby and threw it deep into the alley.

"Ka--"

The baby thrown into the air was caught by a slender white hand and pressed into the arms.

At the same time, there was the sound of a bullet being loaded.

A cold and hard tube gently hit the back of the drunk's head.

"Don't move."

A pleasant voice rang out in the dark where the light couldn't reach, but the big man obviously didn't care about appreciating the young man's pleasant voice. What was pressing on his head was extremely clear - it was a gun.

The drunk's chaotic mind suddenly became clear, cold sweat slid down his forehead, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, raised his hands, and dared not move.

"This adult..."

"Don't make noise."

The frightened child in his arms nestled in the young man's warm embrace, gradually calmed down, yawned, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

The young man with the gun took a step forward and walked into the dim light.

The slender young man was wrapped in a black robe, and the loose hood covered his face tightly, so that only the smooth facial lines could be seen occasionally when he moved.

The drunkard with his back to the young man did not dare to move, and the homeless man who fell to the ground met the eyes of the black-robed young man, lowered his head with interest, and ignored him.

After being warned, the big man did not dare to move, and raised his hand tremblingly, fearing that the evil spirit behind him would kill him with a trembling hand.

"Remember, don't touch people you shouldn't touch."

Darien, one of Jun Zhaoliu's vests, slightly deviated his pistol, and the high-speed rotating bullet just grazed the big man's head and shot into the wall.

The big man shrank and trembled, and nodded hurriedly, fearing that the next bullet would drill into his head.

"Crack——"

"Ahhhhhhh——"

The sound of bones breaking was extremely clear in the silent alley, and one of the man's arms was broken easily.

"Get out."

"Yes, yes..."

The big man was in so much pain that he broke into a cold sweat. He covered his broken arm and fled from this place of trouble as if he had been pardoned.

Jun Zhaoliu glanced at the homeless man in the corner, and didn't say much. He walked outside with the child in his arms without looking away.

The homeless man nervously lowered his presence. The moment the young man passed by, a few banknotes with a piece of paper suddenly appeared in his arms. The homeless man opened his mouth, looked at the young man's tall back, put the things in his arms, and left in the opposite direction.

001: Host, why don't you just get rid of that person?

In his interactions with Jun Zhaoliu, 001 did not think that he was a person who would be kind to such a scum.

Jun Zhaoliu: Warn him and let him go back to spread the news. After all, we will be staying here for a while.

There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with such people in the future.

By the way, I don’t know if Ray, the homeless man who was supposed to adopt little Wade, will come to Jun Zhaoliu.

Before leaving, Jun Zhaoliu left him some money and a note with an address. If he came, he could stay and take care of the child. If he didn’t come, Jun Zhaoliu would not be reluctant. At least the money was enough for him to survive here.

In the original plot, Little Wade survived in a place like the Wanderers' Hard Land. The old and the young survived only because of the weak aura of the protagonist.

One day ago, Jun Zhaoliu drove a driver that he had put together on a garbage planet to reach Alma Planet. He made a lot of money by stealing and bought a house as a place to stay, and then rushed to find the little bean sprout in his arms.

Jun Zhaoliu put the little bean sprout in his arms under his black robe and used the remaining money to buy some baby products.

Milk powder, pacifiers, diapers...

Thank goodness that this red light area not only has guns and ammunition, but also has all the daily necessities.

Well, I was wearing a black robe and looked like someone who was not to be trifled with, but when I rushed in and picked a bunch of baby products, I thought I had run into the boss who was going to mess things up, and his expression was quite funny. After

buying the baby products, Jun Zhaoliu placed little Wade in the house, confirmed that there were no safety hazards around for the time being, and asked the system to pay close attention to the situation here.

The previous owner died in a gunfight a few days ago, and this house was bought by Jun Zhaoliu who happened to be looking for a house.

The three-story small building is a long distance away from the downtown area. It is very quiet no matter day or night, and few people pass by. It is a good choice as a place to stay.

Jun Zhaoliu pulled up his hood and left the house.

After entering the center of the red-light district, the chaotic neon lights on the signs were dazzling, and the sounds around me became noisy. I avoided the crowd and walked straight into a bar in the corner.

There were not many customers in the bar, and some were sitting at the bar counter and booths, drinking or chatting. The dim light shining on people's faces added a touch of ambiguity and mystery.

"Hey, are you alone?" A charming woman in light clothes at the bar tilted her head, hooked a strand of hair with her finger painted with red nail polish, and chatted with Jun Zhaoliu, "Strange face."

And then, without waiting for Jun Zhaoliu's response, she sniffed lightly and muttered to herself, "I don't smell any pheromones. Could it be Bate? With this aura, shouldn't she be a top Alpha?"

Jun Zhaoliu, who used pheromone blockers and was actually an Omega: ...

It's no wonder that women would misunderstand. Usually, the physiological gap between Omega and Alpha is too big. Both physical fitness and actual strength are far inferior to A and weaker than B. This gap is extremely difficult to make up for later. This concept has been deeply rooted in people's minds. It has always been like this and no one would question it.

Once differentiated into an Omega, the rest of life is set in stone: be marked by a powerful Alpha, become his/her partner, and bear children for him/her.

Omegas are undoubtedly the objects of intensive protection in the reality of uneven gender distribution, which also creates the tragedy that this group can only become birds in a cage.

Alphas are often more advantageous in society due to their innate physical qualities and are more likely to obtain higher rights and status.

Beta, which accounts for the largest proportion of people, is the most common gender in daily life. It is unknown but also plays an important role.

Looking around, the bar is almost full of Alphas.

Kimi Teru knew that this was the right place.

"One person." Jun Zhaoliu sat down on the high-legged chair at the bar, his slender white fingers resting on the black tabletop, tapping it lightly, "Come and take up the task."

The bartender who was silently wiping the wine glass at the counter paused for a moment, then naturally put down the wine glass and took out a form, "Newcomer, please register."

The bartender Emil was sure that there had never been such a face before.

The person in front of him had an extraordinary demeanor, and his slender and upright figure faintly revealed a sense of mystery and strength. Most of his face was shrouded in the shadow of the hood, leaving only his slightly ruthless lips.

If he had seen him before, Emil didn't believe that he would have no impression of such a unique person.

Jun Zhaoliu quickly filled out the form, recording some basic information, pausing slightly in the name column, and finally writing only a "D".

It was the "D" at the beginning of the name Darien.

The bartender took out the form and glanced at it, not commenting on the half-true and half-false information. Anyway, most people who come here to do tasks have their own little secrets. He just provides a platform, and there is no need to ask more.

Sometimes, knowing too much is not good.

"Mr. D, welcome to Alma."

Emil put away the form and said to Darien in a joking tone.

Welcome to the city of sin.