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Chapter 260 Discovering the Tavern
The two had barely stepped through the city gate, and hadn't even walked 20 meters, when all sorts of stalls flooded into their view like a tide.
These stalls stand side by side, stretching endlessly, like a colorful dragon coiled along both sides of the road.
The goods for sale are dazzling and varied, quite similar to the market that Mengxuanjun once built himself. However, upon closer inspection, one can find that the variety of goods here is even greater, making it overwhelming.
However, the street appears somewhat chaotic at first glance, with a truly worrying state of sanitation. Garbage is scattered everywhere on the ground, and an unpleasant odor permeates the air.
But in reality, if we had to pick out the most prominent problem, it would be that "dirt" was the dominant factor.
The people walking among them, regardless of age or gender, all wore faces that revealed a sense of weariness and vicissitude.
Everyone seems to be burdened with heavy life pressures, struggling to survive in this world.
Looking around, one couldn't find even a single face with a rosy complexion; all one could see were sallow and emaciated faces.
Wu Heyi and Meng Xuanjun strolled around leisurely, but after only a few steps, they suddenly felt several burning gazes directed at them.
Upon closer inspection, they saw three or four ragged human cubs standing not far away, their dirty fingers in their mouths, staring at them with innocent, silly expressions.
Seeing the children's pitiful appearance, Mengxuanjun felt a strong sense of compassion welling up in her heart.
He instinctively reached into his backpack for food, wanting to share some with the hungry children.
Just then, Wu Heyi swiftly grabbed his hand, and under Meng Xuanjun's puzzled gaze, his lips moved slightly.
Immediately afterwards, a subtle fluctuation of soul power entered Meng Xuanjun's ears:
"Don't be silly, first look at your three o'clock position, and then your eight o'clock position!"
Meng Xuanjun took a deep breath and released his incomparably powerful spiritual energy like a tidal wave, which quickly spread in the two directions pointed out by Wu Heyi.
Soon, he discovered that several figures were hidden in that seemingly ordinary corner.
Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be several boys around eleven or twelve years old, with youthful faces but also a cunning and ruthless air.
The children stood there quietly, like hungry wolves lurking in the shadows, their greedy and fierce eyes fixed on Wu Heyi and Meng Xuanjun.
Their gazes seemed to penetrate one's soul, sending chills down one's spine.
"You'd better be careful! If you dare to take out the food you're carrying or show even a little bit of valuables, these two groups of people will definitely pounce on you like vicious dogs."
"By then, it won't be easy for us to get away with it!"
Wu Heyi lowered his voice and explained nervously to Meng Xuanjun.
After hearing these words, Mengxuanjun felt enlightened, but some doubts remained.
Just as he was about to ask a question, Wu Heyi grabbed him without hesitation, nimbly weaving through the crowded people and walking quickly into the distance.
This place is, after all, just a slum, with a harsh environment and poverty and backwardness, so it is unlikely that it contains the valuable intelligence that the Ugo-I seek.
However, in any city, regardless of the system it follows, when most people are starving and struggling to find enough to eat, there are always one or two special institutions or groups that enjoy a sufficient food supply and become obese and bloated.
And so, Wu Heyi dragged the still clueless Meng Xuanjun along, turning left and right, until they finally arrived at the door of a slightly dilapidated tavern.
From a distance, the tavern gives the impression of being dilapidated and crumbling.
That door was like an old man in his twilight years; with a gentle push, it seemed it would collapse at any moment.
With a creaking sound, a pungent smell of rotten wood wafted into their nostrils.
Stepping into the tavern, the space was not spacious, with only seven or eight tables scattered throughout.
However, at this moment, these tables were already completely occupied by a group of burly, muscular diners.
You should know that in this slum, most people are pale and thin and malnourished. Let alone having a strong physique, even those who are slightly robust are extremely rare.
But the people in front of me all had bulging muscles and well-defined lines, exuding a powerful explosive force that made people turn their heads.
With a thought, Wu Heyi released his spiritual power and quickly scanned everyone present.
The result surprised him somewhat—none of these seemingly invincible muscular men had reached the level of Soul Master; all of them were only at the Great Soul Master stage.
This creates a strange phenomenon: people may have an amazing physique and muscles, but their actual cultivation level is far below that, giving people a strong sense that their realm and physique are mismatched.
After Meng Xuanjun, who was standing to the side, also realized the true cultivation level of these people, the oppressive feeling he had felt towards those muscles immediately vanished.
On the contrary, he found these big guys to be strangely endearing at that moment.
So the two of them went straight to the bar and sat down.
Wu Heyi raised his head and his gaze fell on the menu hanging on the wall.
After a moment's thought, he said casually, "Give me a Long Island Iced Tea!"
Mengxuan looked blankly at the mysterious drink in Wuheyi's hand, filled with curiosity but not knowing what it was.
However, based on his years of understanding of Wu Heyi, he knew that his friend never skimped on food and drink.
So, without hesitation, Mengxuan nodded and asked the bartender for the same drink.
At this moment, Wu Heyi's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile, and he said softly:
"Hey, you, just have a brownie and call it a day. Don't follow my example. This kind of stuff is not something you can handle!"
As he spoke, not only did his tone carry a hint of sarcasm, but his facial expressions and body language also made no attempt to hide his disdain for the drink Mengxuanjun had chosen.
Seeing this, Mengxuanjun's stubborn temper was instantly ignited.
He glared at Wu Heyi with wide eyes and shouted:
"What? Why can you drink but I can't? I'm going to drink today!"
Before he finished speaking, the entire bar seemed to fall silent because of his sudden outburst of anger.
Upon seeing this, the bartender, dressed in somewhat worn clothes, first turned his gaze to Wu Heyi, his eyes conveying a questioning tone, as if to say:
"Sir, are you really sure you want him to try it? It's quite expensive!"
Wu Heyi shook his head helplessly and replied with a wry smile, "Forget it, let him be. I can't persuade this guy anyway!"