i'm the villain

Chapter 691 Wormhole
The girl didn't dare to resist at all, and of course she didn't have the ability to resist.

Let this person put himself on his shoulders.

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The black cloak simply snapped the chain connecting the transparent box.

He walked out of the crowd arrogantly carrying the girl's delicate body.

Those vicious people consciously avoided the movement path of the man in black cloak, making way for him.

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When passing by the bar of the sloppy man, the black cloak raised his hand and threw a spar to him.

"Drink money."

After speaking, he continued to walk.

Although the slovenly man always half-closed his eyes and looked drunk, he still firmly caught the spar that flew over.

He put the spar in front of his nose and took a deep sniff, then stuffed it into the leather pouch on his waist with satisfaction.

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

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The black cloak blended into his new surroundings faster than he had imagined.

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 rules that can cover the entire sixth district. Area-wide, if there is one, it means that the people of Weir cannot be touched, and if they touch it, they will die.

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

Just like the black cloak killed the reformer in front of everyone just now, smashed the opponent's upper body into pieces, snatched away the woman it liked, and took all the crystals from the opponent along the way. It is illegal on any continent, but in the sixth district, it is a very normal thing, people will not think it is some kind of bad behavior, on the contrary, people will respond enthusiastically, just like in other continents Watching a generous dancer in a nightclub show off what she is...

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Everything is distorted, but this is the real status quo of the sixth district.

This is a lawless place, a paradise for criminals.

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"Hey! I think you might need a place to live."

The scruffy man shouted at the black cloak.

The latter stopped and turned around.

The sloppy man chuckled.

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After about 2 minutes.

He walked to the edge of the venue with a black cloak.

This is an indoor space supported by two giant buildings that collapsed and crossed together.

Everything looked like it was on the verge of collapse, but in fact, the interior had already undergone a series of renovations.

"It seems that you are a businessman."

The black cloak glanced at the scruffy man.

There was a weird smile on the other party's face.

"You're right, I'm only in the rich man's business, and obviously you're rich now."

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

"Um, you can call them whatever you want. Welsh people call these things 'kris'. Anyway, the pronunciation is like this. It roughly means a carrier that contains energy. They use the material structure and energy on the earth to create things. , These things were scattered out more than a year ago, and the number is not too large, because the Welsh people have been trying to recycle these things. For these outsiders, energy is their life. But for us For other biological races in the 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 there is no problem calling it money."

The sloppy man half-closed his eyes, and while leading the way, he explained.

Both of them.

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

It is not entirely a dilapidated building structure, but has been remodeled.

There is a mechanical texture of pure metal structure in the corridor.

Inside, there is a sense of incompatibility with the outside world.

Because the outside is barren with yellow sand all over the sky.

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"So you're a hotel here?"

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

"You can think of it this way. In fact, I haven't thought of a concept to define this place, but there is a name. This place is called 'Wormhole'." The slovenly man said, and glanced back at the black cloak.

"Wormhole..." A trance flashed in the black cloak's eyes, as if he had recalled something, but more doubts.

"What's the name?" The sloppy man asked, raising his eyebrows.

The black cloak shrugged.

"Generally... not very creative."

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After several people walked around the intertwined corridors, the scruffy man led the black cloak to the door of a room.

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

The door opened automatically in the next second. The interior configuration of the room is very high-end, at least much higher than the hotel configuration in the black cloak's memory. The overall decoration is black and textured. It looks very technological and the space is moderate, but There is no sense of tightness.

"Here is food, drink, and everything you might need. If you have other needs, you can contact me..." The slovenly man glanced at the weaker girl with a black cloak on his shoulders, showed a treacherous smile, and said: "But I guess you won't need it either."

"Yes, it will not be needed for the time being."

The corner of the black cloak's mouth twitched, and said lightly.

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

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

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The black cloak let go of the girl he had been carrying on his shoulders.

After the girl was put down, she pounced on the table in the center of the room immediately. There were a lot of food such as fruit bread on the table. It is quite good to have such things in the sixth district where there is no social order , this is already a big meal.

She looked like she was starving. ,

He didn't even care about his naked body, only the food in his eyes.

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But when she was a few meters away from the table, a crisp sound of iron chains sounded in the room.

In his hand the black cloak held the end of the chain that bound the girl's neck.

He looked at the girl coldly.

"Did I say you could eat it?"

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"Sorry……"

The girl turned around and replied tremblingly.

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And he leisurely tore off the black tattered cloak covering himself.

Under the hood of the cloak is a face that looks a little green, but this face once moved the whole world.

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He flung the cloak into a corner.

Carrying the chain, he walked slowly to the table, glanced at the girl, and raised the corner of his mouth:
"Eat it..."

"but."

"Get down and eat."

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(End of this chapter)