Main Universe, Planet Potter.

This planet is less than one-sixth the size of Earth, with a permanent population of about 280 million and a floating population that consistently hovers around 100 million.

It is known as the "Stinking Haven." Here, cosmic pirates, interstellar wanted criminals, unscrupulous merchants, mutated monsters, and the like are commonplace.

They are like flies drawn to a foul odor, gathering here to prepare for their next deal.

Undoubtedly, this is a place governed by "underground order." Although there is no so-called government, no laws, or law enforcement agencies, there are "rules" here.

Everyone is a supervisor, and everyone is an enforcer.

Even the most notorious criminals in the entire universe dare not act recklessly here. Forget about murder and robbery… on Planet Potter, if you dare to dine and dash, the owner and bystanders will dare to turn you into a dish to settle the debt.

In a way, it's ironic.

On those planets with laws, many people, especially those who possess a large amount of social resources, can often get away with things through various means. They harm, plunder, plagiarize, cheat, oppress, distort the truth, and act tyrannically… but in the end, they only receive some painless punishments or even escape altogether.

But, on this planet without laws, everyone must pay the price for their actions… of course, the price is not necessarily fair.

In the end, this world is an unreasonable place; and given the choice of unfairness… more people would still choose to stay in a place with legal constraints, sharing relative fairness with those in the same social stratum as themselves.

However, on Planet Potter… there are no such people.

…………

Bang—Squeak—

The sound of a door hinge turning attracted everyone's attention.

Under the gaze of dozens of disparate eyes, an Earthling wearing a purple long suit walked in.

This was a bar that maintained a traditional American Western style.

There was no annoying music, no flashing lights, and certainly no large group of empty, lonely, pretentious, and vulgar fools shaking their heads and jumping around on the dance floor.

There was only a bar, a few tables of customers, and as for music… a black man sitting in the corner playing the piano was standard; as long as you bought him a drink, he would play a top-notch jazz solo that you couldn't hear anywhere else; but it was best not to chat with him, and even more so, not to ask about his past, or else he would make you part of his "past" too.

Tap, tap, tap…

After Feng Bujue entered the bar, the slightly noisy environment suddenly quieted down, which made the sound of his boots on the wooden floor exceptionally clear.

At this moment, the bartender, the waitress, the black man playing the piano, and all the customers… all stopped what they were doing and silently stared at Jue-Ge. The unspeakable, oppressive atmosphere was enough to make anyone turn around and run.

However, Feng Bujue didn't feel any discomfort.

He nonchalantly walked to the bar, hopped onto a high stool (considering that the vast majority of customers were about 1.5 times the size of humans, the size of the high stools here was also relatively large), propped himself up on the bar with one elbow, and looked at the bartender, saying, "Hey, fatty~ give your grandpa a bowl of *zhajiangmian*."

The bartender was indeed a fat man, with a head like a toad, a round body, light green skin, and webs between his fingers.

Therefore, he wasn't very concerned about Feng Bujue's "fatty."

"I don't have *zhajiangmian* here." After two seconds, the bartender looked at Jue-Ge and replied without being obsequious or arrogant.

"Then I want fish ball noodles," Feng Bujue continued.

"I don't have fish ball noodles here either," the bartender said again.

"Then I want eel noodles," Jue-Ge added.

"This is a bar, there are no noodles at all," the bartender replied.

"Then give me an order of fish balls," Jue-Ge smoothly followed up.

"No fish balls…" The corners of the bartender's mouth began to twitch.

"Then do you have *zhajiang*?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"No," the bartender replied, and immediately added, "And by the way, there's no eel either!"

"Alright," Feng Bujue shrugged helplessly.

Just as the bartender felt relieved…

"I want curry rice," Feng Bujue ordered another completely irrelevant item.

"I only have drinks here…" The veins on the bartender's head were already bulging, "Don't order any more food."

"Oh~ you should have said so earlier," Jue-Ge smiled, "Give me a bowl of tofu brains, I want it salty."

Just as the bartender was at the end of his rope and about to blow up…

"Hey! Kid." A customer who was occupying a table by himself stood up and shouted at Feng Bujue.

Jue-Ge turned his head when he heard the voice and saw a large, burly "rhino man" striding towards him.

"What's up, Rocksteady?" Feng Bujue looked at the other party and jokingly teased.

The rhino man didn't understand the humor in those words, nor did he care; he just continued, "If I'm not mistaken… you're the 'Mad Detective'?"

"That's right, it's me," Feng Bujue replied, "What can I do for you?"

"Hmph…" The rhino man let out a breath from his nose and came to Jue-Ge excitedly, staring intently at the latter with a condescending look for five or six seconds, and then… suddenly grinned, "Hey… hehe… I'm your fan, can I get an autograph?"

Feng Bujue also smiled: "Hehe… sure, I can shake hands and take photos too."

"Really?" The rhino man widened his eyes and asked with an excited expression.

"Definitely," Feng Bujue replied very crisply.

"Ah!" At this time, the people at the table closest to the bar stood up together, and a snake-faced guy leading the way stuck out his tongue and said to Jue-Ge, "Um… I… we are also your fans, Mr. Mad, I don't know if we can also shake hands and take a…"

"Sure~ sure~" Feng Bujue agreed readily before they could finish speaking.

"Mr. Mad! We also…"

"Can we give you a hug?"

"Please write a sentence for my daughter who just turned one month old, any swear word will do!"

For a time, everyone in the entire bar swarmed over, surrounding Jue-Ge by the bar, making the scene like a fan meeting… obviously, in the neutral and chaotic factions of the Main Universe, the character of Feng Bujue had a very high profile and was extremely popular.

However, it seemed that not everyone was his fan.

At this moment, there was still one person in the room who not only didn't approach Jue-Ge, but also silently put down the money for his drink and quietly left the bar.

And his every move… naturally did not escape Feng Bujue's eyes.

…………

Fifteen minutes later, in a dark alley dozens of kilometers away.

A figure wearing a hooded jacket, hiding his face under the hood, was walking quickly in the shadows…

This figure was none other than the one who had left the bar just now.

In these short fifteen minutes, he had traveled such a long distance on foot, which was enough to show that he was by no means an ordinary creature.

Clang—Clang—Clang—

Just as the figure was about to walk out of this deserted alley, several heavy sounds of steel feet hitting the ground rang out from in front of him. Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a humanoid mech about three meters tall appeared at the entrance of the alley, blocking the figure's path.

When the figure saw this, he immediately turned around and tried to escape backwards.

However, when he turned his head, he found that… at some point, a tall man carrying a camera was already standing there.

"Hiss hiss hiss…" In the next second, a strange burst of laughter came from the loudspeaker on the chest of the mech, "Unfortunately, you have been surrounded."

The figure listened to these words, glanced at the mech again, and also glanced at the "camera brother" in front of him… then, he made a decision.

"Huff… ha…" He suddenly bent down, squatted on the ground, and took several deep breaths.

This process lasted for about five seconds, and then, the figure let out a violent shout: "Drink!"

Before the shout could finish, he suddenly exerted force from the soles of his feet, stomping a large pit in the ground. At the same time, he himself shot up like a cannonball from a high-altitude gun, flying into the air along a very high parabola.

He thought that this movement would allow him to escape capture.

But he was wrong…

"Hi~" In the air hundreds of meters high, the man named Feng Bujue was already waiting here, "You jump pretty high~"

When Jue-Ge said these two sentences, the figure happened to fly up, and the former unhurriedly stretched out a hand… and easily grabbed the figure's arm, causing him to stop.

"You… what do you want?" At this moment, the face under the hood was finally revealed.

His facial features were similar to humans, but he had no hair; his skin was composed of four colors: white, purple, light purple, and flesh color, and its surface also had exposed muscle textures and some shell-like substances.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you…" Feng Bujue tilted his head, looked directly into the other party's eyes, and spoke the other party's name in a lazy tone, "…God of Eternal Life."

This "God of Eternal Life" was the mysterious creature who was imprisoned in Rabbit Star, Long Hair Fortress, and the top floor of Tsubaki Tower back then.

His name is—Doma.

"I have nothing to talk to you about." While replying, Doma also tried to shake off Feng Bujue's restraint and continue to escape, but after struggling a few times, he found that the other party's strength was far above his own.

"Don't waste your energy." Feng Bujue continued calmly, "Your current strength is extremely weak and very unstable, even if I let go, you can't escape my clutches…" The vocabulary he used to describe himself was something that ordinary people really wouldn't use, but it was indeed very appropriate, "You might as well listen to what I have to say first, it won't take you too long…" As he said that, he released the other party's arm, "After all… I'm also in a hurry."