Capítulo 1037: Chapter 810: Rice Field Tavern

“Show your pass.”

As the two walked side by side to the entrance of the steel city walls, six strong men stood in their way.

The leader rudely extended his hand to Mu Fan, his half-armored shoulder revealing robust arms, making him exceptionally imposing.

Mu Fan threw over the iron token he obtained after passing through the Space Outpost.

The burly guard took it without a glance, grinning at Mu Fan, “First time here, eh…”

Mu Fan casually reached out again, a generic currency exchange note slipped quietly into the guard’s hand.

The guard looked down, the amount was 2000 Star Coins.

The smile on his face instantly shifted, turning from malicious to warmly welcoming as if greeting an old friend.

He tossed the pass back to Mu Fan, laughing, “Enjoy your stay in Oasis City, it’s a man’s paradise here!”

The six guards parted to form a path, and the silent Lu Qingxue followed Mu Fan into the walls.

As they exited the archway, the bustling noise immediately filled their ears.

A scene drastically different from outside unfolded vividly before them.

The buildings here were irregular, with rundown wooden structures, exquisite stone taverns, iron-cast fortresses, and colorful tents lining the roadsides.

In Mu Fan’s line of sight, various races were moving about.

Bone-masked Gu Clan members, Turani strongmen gnawing on lamb legs, and Federation humans in various combat uniforms.

The overall architecture shone in a desert gold hue, fortuitously shaded by the high-altitude holographic camouflage barrier, or the glaring sun would have been blinding.

Mu Fan led Lu Qingxue off the crowded path, glanced at the Sky Communication, and began navigating through this maze-like town.

“The Blood Teeth Team is hiding here, but it’s too chaotic, so specific information… needs to be gathered.”

Mu Fan turned to say, “There are all kinds of people here, be careful.”

“Sure.”

Lu Qingxue followed closely behind Mu Fan silently, only her captivating cold eyes resting on Mu Fan’s back the entire time.

This place was so chaotic that there wasn’t even an official electronic map, Black could only find a crude hand-drawn map sketch.

And now their route was leading to the first bar here.

The Rice Field Tavern.

An incredibly vintage name, coupled with very retro decor.

The quaint palm wood railings and oak walls made this lively tavern a sight in Oasis City.

The shabby sign hung crooked on the roof, surrounded by bulbs from broken string lights.

To Mu Fan, bars like this were even shabbier than those on Loga Star… yet they had ten times the popularity!

The fragrance of fruit wine and whiskey could already be smelled fifty meters away.

Of course, it was mixed with the scent of men’s sweat.

Mixed together, it indeed was somewhat unpleasant.

Lu Qingxue’s footsteps paused, and Mu Fan immediately turned to look, “Want to wait here for me?”

The cloaked Valkyrie looked at Mu Fan, only pulling her scarf up a bit, slipping a Snow Lotus Seed into it, and shook her head.

Mu Fan’s nostrils twitched slightly; he was less than half a meter away from Lu Qingxue, able to catch a faint fragrance.

“Stick close to me.”

The figures of the two melted into the bustling stream of people.

Unnoticed by all, in front of a ramshackle wooden house resembling a refugee camp.

A sly young man with a toothpick in his mouth lounged under a dilapidated wooden window, lazily basking in artificially filtered sunlight.

But as Mu Fan and Lu Qingxue were about to enter the tavern, he suddenly lifted his head, watching their backs, discreetly raised two fingers to someone beside him.

[Two fat sheep.]

A ragged child wiped his nose, nodded, smiled an age-inappropriate smile, and dashed around the house.

Meanwhile, inside an old pale-red tent behind the wooden house, a man drinking with a prostitute heard the commotion, grabbed an empty bottle, and hurled it.

Before turning angrily to see.

“You little brat, if you barged in while I’m enjoying next time, I’ll cut off your balls.”

The woman, showing no concern for the child, casually placed a glass aside, lit a cigarette, and blew a tempting smoke ring toward the snot-nosed child.

The little brat, unafraid, shouted to the man, “Uncle Green, two fat sheep arrived, Groundhog saw them entering the Rice Field Tavern.”

“Haven’t had any business in a while, this news is timely.”

Casually tossing a bag of dry bread, “Good job, brat, come back and I’ll treat you to some prickly pears.”

The scruffy man stood, threw on a coat, and slapped the woman’s face, “You filthy slut, don’t be all flirtatious in front of that little bastard. Tone it down here.”

After speaking, the man chuckled, a cruel smile flashing, grabbed a dog-legged knife with a skull hanging from it, and stepped out of the tent.

“Coming to the Rice Field without reporting to me, Uncle Green? Who else should I slaughter? Hahaha.”

“Wheel, Jody, Lau… time for a drink.”

At his call, six burly men emerged from other tattered tents, paying no mind to their moldy and tattered clothes.

But with wolf-like glints in their eyes, chuckling maliciously.

Under Green’s lead, they swaggered toward the tavern.

…

Upon entering the noisy and lively tavern, a surge of heat mixed with a sour sweat stench hit them.

Mu Fan turned to look, but found Lu Qingxue unaffected, only keeping her head low.

No one could discern the gender of the slender figure under the cloak.

The entire bar was decorated with shabby wooden items.

At that moment, a group gathered around the central platform, watching intently as two burly, muscle-bound men fought intensely.

Bloody punches landed, eliciting cheers from the spectators.

A white man with a mohawk was kicked to the edge of the ring by a bald black man roaring like a chimpanzee.

This scene instantly thrilled the audience.

“Big Bob, crush his balls!”

“Don’t just roar like a sissy, get up there! Go!”

A few excited mercenaries laughed wildly, throwing a stack of Star Coins.

“Big Bob, go! All this money’s yours.”