Colonial Suit

In the silent starry sky, Space Station T6 rotated silently...

After a period of repairs, the space station had basically returned to normal. Functional areas were opened one by one, and spaceships successively docked at the newly built spaceports. The greed of space merchants was endless, and even war could not stop their steps. Therefore, Space Station T6 quickly regained some prosperity. A large number of shops and bars reopened, providing services to these long-distance travelers.

It was just that in the past, T6 was controlled by mercenaries, and dark transactions could be carried out openly. As long as some management fees were paid, there was no need to consider the constraints of laws and regulations. Any contraband explicitly prohibited in the universe could be found here.

Drugs, oversized weapons, professional criminals, slaves, prostitutes, prohibited organisms, prohibited potions. Everything, as long as you had money, then T6 was your paradise.

The well-dressed crowds on the streets gradually disappeared, replaced by fierce-looking thugs and hooligans. At this moment, T6 was already like a city of sin. Any order became irrelevant, and the only thing needed was force. They gathered into small groups, eroding every inch of the space station.

Fat Pig was a member of this group, but compared to space pirates, he was nothing, only able to hang around the T1 district with a few lackeys he usually ordered around.

Originally, during the period when the space mercenaries were in control, his business was limited to collecting protection fees and extorting ordinary civilians. But since the space pirates took over T6, he immediately ingratiated himself with a space pirate vassal through a flattering talent, contributed almost all of his property, and obtained control of the T1 district.

It must be said that although Fat Pig was a gangster, he still had some courage. Anyone would have to think twice before taking out all of their property at once. But he did it without hesitation. So now he was doing very well, and had become a tyrant in the T1 district. The wealth accumulated in just half a month exceeded several times that of the past. The number of thugs under his command had reached an astonishing two thousand.

Through these thugs, Fat Pig firmly controlled all the black market transactions in the T1 district, casinos, brothels, bars, and shops. Even the most famous Grand Residence Hotel had shares in his name, making him extremely arrogant.

As the saying goes, 'With warmth and full bellies, desires arise.' Today, Fat Pig had just made a big deal, selling five thousand blue angel potions, and was in high spirits. He suddenly thought of a girl he was keeping in the T1 district, so he planned to go and have some fun.

This girl was originally a fallen princess from a planet, who was abducted by space pirates and sold to the T6 black market. Fat Pig couldn't move when he saw her beauty, and immediately bought her. Speaking of which, although Fat Pig's status was not high, his heart was very wild. The attraction of playing with a princess was too great for him, just like a toad eating swan meat. Now he felt itchy if he didn't see the girl for a day.

The girl was placed by him in a villa in T1, which had an elegant environment and an artificial natural system. It cost Fat Pig more than eight thousand star coins to buy it. This shows how much he doted on this girl. Right now, Fat Pig was sitting in a speed car, heading towards the villa under the escort of more than a dozen subordinates.

On the way, Fat Pig whispered to a confidant, "Tonight, you keep an eye on that Blue Light Bar for me. I always feel that its owner is not very authentic. I have intelligence that he has been trying to contact the space pirate lord recently. He has also raised several hundred men. It is estimated that he intends to get a share of the pie from me. You find some people to talk to his men. Let them come to me quickly. Otherwise, the sewers of the T1 district will be their home."

"Yes, boss," the confidant nodded in agreement. Then he said with a flattering smile, "Then I will first congratulate the boss on being mighty tonight..."

"You kid, when am I not mighty? That girl is only a seventeen-year-old girl, and every time I make her cry and howl, and then she is as gentle as water after it's over. The pleasure is beyond words," Fat Pig said with a grin. The scene of the princess crying and begging for mercy under him flashed in his mind, and he became shamefully hard.

Just as he was thinking about what new tricks to play tonight, the confidant's smart brain suddenly rang. He glanced at it and his face changed slightly, interrupting Fat Pig's fantasy.

"Boss, something bad has happened. A group of people just entered the Blue Light Bar."

"What's wrong with a group of people? The Blue Light Bar is always packed," Fat Pig glared at the confidant with dissatisfaction. "What are you trying to say?"

"This time is different, boss, these people just came down from the transport ship," the confidant said anxiously, his face turning green. He said urgently.

"What?" Fat Pig became serious this time, his two small eyes narrowed into a slit. "You mean, these are all slaves? War slaves?"

"I'm afraid that's right. Boss."

"Damn it, isn't war slave trading explicitly prohibited? Why is the Blue Light Bar owner's brain malfunctioning?" Fat Pig shouted in a rage.

"Boss, what you said is in the past. What can't be traded in T6 now? War slaves are naturally unrestricted. These guys injected with mutant bacteria are the best consumables," the confidant reminded in a low voice.

"I know without you telling me," Fat Pig glared at him hatefully. Knowing that he probably wouldn't be able to indulge in tenderness tonight, he ordered ahead with a grim expression.

"Change course, go to the Blue Light Bar. Also, you go and gather people for me. Tell everyone to gather at the bar. Prepare armor and everything. If we can't reach an agreement this time, we'll have to go to war."

"Yes, boss," the confidant hurriedly agreed, and then asked with some concern, "But... boss, should we inform Lord Gill?"

Gill was the space pirate that Fat Pig was trying to curry favor with.

Fat Pig glanced at the confidant, his fat face full of sneers. "Do you think he really doesn't know about this? Although war slave trading is now unrestricted, don't forget that not everyone can contact war slave merchants. If the Blue Light Bar owner hasn't greeted Gill, I wouldn't believe it even if I was beaten to death. Damn it, I've been messing around in T1 my whole life, and this kid actually set me up."

"Then are we still going to war?"

"Don't worry. This kind of thing is probably done by a space pirate vassal. The big bosses above won't care. As long as we take care of Blue Light, Gill will have to accept it even if he's unhappy. Anyway, who doesn't give money? If it doesn't work, I'll pay double the monthly tribute," Fat Pig's face twitched, revealing a sinister smile.

"No matter what, we must kill that guy today. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep soundly."

"Understood, boss," the confidant became excited and passed the order down at the same time.

Soon, the people in the T1 district of the space station saw a spectacular scene. Thousands of small gangsters walked out from all corners, carrying weapons and rushing towards the most famous Blue Light Bar in the district. They were all fierce and evil, with iron rings jingling all over their bodies. It was as if someone owed them a lot of money. The pedestrians retreated in droves. Those who understood knew that this was the word of Fat Pig, the boss of the T1 district, and someone was definitely going to be unlucky tonight.

So when Fat Pig arrived at the Blue Light Bar, it had already been surrounded layer upon layer. The guests in the bar were all huddled in a corner in fright. The whole bar seemed extremely empty. Only a middle-aged man with stubble was sitting at the table in the middle of the hall, slowly drinking red wine. He actually turned a blind eye to the surrounding gangsters.

Fat Pig walked into the hall and saw the man at a glance, his fat face trembling.

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"Hehe, Boss Ross, it's been a long time..."

The middle-aged man picked up a wine glass and shook it, then took a small sip of the red wine in the glass. A smile that was not a smile appeared on his face. "Yesterday I just won you so badly at the gambling table that you had to sell your pants. Now it's been a long time, Fat Pig, you're really humorous."

Fat Pig's face trembled, and a flash of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

Although his nickname was Fat Pig, who dared to call him that to his face since he took control of this district? Only this Blue Light Bar owner was so unscrupulous. But he didn't dare to do anything to this guy. Don't look down on Fat Pig's power, but this Ross was not a good person either. Fat Pig had not yet dug up his background.

Rubbing his nose, Fat Pig forced himself to put on a treacherous smile. He sat down opposite Boss Ross without any politeness.

"No matter what, I am a guest today. It's not good for you as the host to let me stand, right? Why is the bar so deserted today?"

"A few small fries are making trouble. It's okay," Boss Robbie continued to taste the red wine, but didn't even look at Fat Pig. "Anyway, they will all be dealt with later, so let them be rampant for a while."

"Deal with them?" Fat Pig was stunned at first, then laughed in anger. "Haha, Boss Ross is really generous, then let me see how you plan to deal with them? Could it be that you find thousands of girls and make all my brothers exhausted?"

"Hahahaha..." Following Fat Pig's words, the surrounding gangsters laughed wildly at the right time, each one unrestrained. The weapons in their hands scraped sparks on the wall.

On the contrary, Boss Ross maintained a disdainful attitude from beginning to end. When they had almost finished laughing, he raised his head and looked at Fat Pig.

"It's about time for you to stop. Are you planning to occupy the T1 district for the rest of your life? You've taken what you should have taken during this period, don't you think about a way out?"

"Are you kidding me?" Fat Pig's eyes widened, as if he had seen the most incredible thing. "Who do you think you are? Tell me to give up the T1 district, why? In terms of strength and power, which one are you better than me? Let me give up, who will take over, you?"

"Don't dream," Fat Pig roared, his fat body stood up violently, exuding a fierce aura. "Today I'm putting my words here, Ross, I'm determined to have the T1 district. If you dare to interfere, I'll chop off your claws. I don't believe that Lord Gill can really protect you. As long as I kill you, I will naturally apologize to Lord Gill!"

Before he finished speaking, the surrounding gangsters rushed forward and surrounded Ross in an instant. They were just waiting for Fat Pig to give an order to chop the other party into mincemeat...