Rocot: Reborn

The hooded man followed the crowd and turned into an even narrower and dirtier alley.

"Hey, buddy, wanna play?" The heavily made-up woman came up to him like a fly smelling rotten meat, her cloudy eyes greedily scanning him, "New guy? Don't worry, I have good skills and a fair price..."

The man waved his hand impatiently, and the woman was pushed against the wall by an invisible force and let out a painful groan.

"Get lost." The man spat out a word coldly and continued walking forward.

"Bah, why are you pretending to be so noble? I'm not going to serve you anymore!" The woman rubbed her arm and spat at the man's back, "You think you're so great just because you have a few filthy bucks! When I was hanging around in this black market, you didn't even know where to suckle!"

The woman walked away cursing, not noticing that the man stopped and looked back at her with a cold gleam in his eyes.

Deep in the alley, there was a run-down bar that smelled of low-quality alcohol and cheap perfume, and the man walked straight in.

"A glass of 'Gaze into the Abyss'." The man sat down at the bar and said in a hoarse voice.

"Okay!" The bartender was a muscular man with a face full of flesh. He looked the man up and down and grinned, "First time in the black market?"

"How did you know that?" the man asked instead of denying it.

"Hey, you smell like the test subjects that just escaped from the lab." The bartender said as he skillfully mixed the drinks. "But don't worry, people who come to the black market don't care about their background. As long as you have money, you are the boss!"

The man didn't say anything, but just watched quietly as the bartender pushed a glass of wine emitting a strange blue light in front of him.

"This 'Abyss Gaze' is the signature drink of our restaurant. Drink it and I guarantee that you will forget all your worries!" said the bartender with a wink.

The man picked up the wine glass and took a sip. A spicy taste rushed straight to his head, making him frown.

"How is it? Pretty strong, right?" the bartender asked proudly.

"Normally." The man put down his glass and said calmly, "I came here to inquire about someone."

"Oh? Who is it that's worth you coming here in person?" The bartender became interested. He filled the man's glass with wine. "There's nothing in this black market that I, Old Bear, don't know!"

The man was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I want to find someone called..."

"Black Bear!"

At this moment, a sharp voice interrupted the man's words. A short, skinny man hurried into the bar, walked straight to the bar, and grabbed the bartender's arm.

"Starscream has some news, and I want you to go see her right away!"

"Starscream? Which Starscream?" the bartender shook off the skinny monkey's hand and shouted impatiently, "Speak clearly, I know at least eighty Starscreams!"

The skinny monkey rolled his eyes impatiently and said in a low voice: "Who else could it be? Of course it's that crazy woman who turned the black market upside down! Have you forgotten that we just received news a few days ago that she wants to..."

He suddenly stopped, glanced around the bar warily, then leaned over to the bartender's ear and spoke a few words quickly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

The frivolous look on the bartender's face instantly disappeared, replaced by a solemn look. "Is the information reliable?"

"It's absolutely true! The boss said it himself, how could it be false?" The skinny monkey patted his chest and guaranteed, "The boss also said that after the matter is completed, you will definitely benefit from it!"

The bartender didn't say anything, but just lowered his head in thought for a moment, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally sweeping over the hooded man sitting next to him.

The hooded man seemed to have no interest in their conversation, and just savored the "Abyss Gaze" in his cup, which was emitting a strange blue light. Every time he took a sip, his Adam's apple would roll up and down, as if he was tasting some rare delicacy in the world.

"Sir..." the bartender said carefully, his tone much more respectful than before, "Look at this matter of Red Spider..."

The hooded man finally raised his head, his deep gaze seemed to penetrate the shadow of the hood and pierce straight into the bartender's heart. "Starscream, what's the relationship between you and the person you told me you were looking for?"

His voice was hoarse and low, like a whisper from the abyss, chilling.

The bartender's heart trembled, and he subconsciously took a half step back, stammering, "This...this...I don't know either! How about you talk to our boss face to face?"

"No need." The hooded man interrupted him coldly and threw a coin with a gleaming metallic luster on the bar. "Tell me where Starscream is, and you don't have to worry about the rest."

"This..." The bartender looked at the coin with a hint of greed in his eyes, but when he thought of Starscream's vicious reputation, he became hesitant.

"What? Not enough?" The hooded man sneered and took out another coin and threw it on the bar. "Is this enough?"

The bartender looked at the two coins and his breathing became rapid. These two coins were not ordinary currency, but a special currency circulated on the black market - dark gold. One dark gold was enough to buy a life on the black market, let alone two!

"Enough! Enough! Enough!" The bartender stuffed two dark gold coins into his pocket, with a flattering smile on his face, "Master, whatever you want to know, I will tell you everything I know!"

He cleared his throat and lowered his voice and said, "Red Spider is currently in an underground casino in the southern part of the black market..."

At this moment, the door of the bar was suddenly kicked open, and a tall, sexy woman walked in. Her fiery red curly hair danced like flames, and her seductive red lips were slightly raised, revealing a dangerous smile.

"Who is asking about me?"