Chapter 35 02.0035: "Where the Law Does Not Enter"

The people in F-4 block named it the White Night District, because it is the underground part of Vegas, and it is as dark as night even in the daytime.

Horatio Cochrane was once the underground king there. His "labor gang" once covered half of the PW-P-15 giant starport cargo area and also occupied several areas in the huge and bloated Vegas area.

Although ordinary people living there were unaware of these behind-the-scenes disputes, people on the street in that area gave Horatio a wide berth.

"That's all, thank you."

"Will you not go any further?"

"Your crested luxury car is too conspicuous here. It's not a good idea to go any further."

The hovercraft slowly descended.

"Goodbye, Miss Hood. Thank you for your hard work these past two days. I hope to see you again in the future." Horatio said goodbye to Farida with a warm face.

Farida looked at the black-haired young man in front of her and was caught off guard by his sudden gentleness and seriousness.

The girl blushed slightly, turned her head shyly and looked forward, and shouted: "Humph, I finally got rid of you. The Hood family is a glorious naval family, so such a small matter is not worth mentioning. Just do your job well, reserve sergeant."

"Yes, Miss Hood!" Horatio put his legs together, straightened his body, and gave her the Sky Eagle salute.

"Be careful. You don't even have a gun on you. In a place like this, without the protection of our Hood family..."

"Wow, wow, wow, such a nice car, how much does it cost?" Before Farida could finish her words, a group of Shamatte surrounded the luxury car.

Horatio, who had many years of memories of life in the middle and lower nests, knew that these guys were here to collect "parking fees".

The so-called "parking fee" is actually just a random name to grab a little money, which is a very good training opportunity for the low-level minions.

"Young Masters and Young Ladies, please pay the 'parking fee'."

Although this group of Shamatte were numerous and powerful, they only had a few automatic rifles in poor condition and homemade "water pipe guns", and the rest were wooden sticks and iron bars picked up from somewhere.

But as long as it can fire bullets, it is a deadly weapon.

Thugs armed with sticks surrounded the car as a threat, ready to smash the vehicle at any time.

The fat leader at the head of the group was groping all over the soft leather seats and the Hood family crest with his dirty hands.

Apparently, they didn't know that this emblem represented the most powerful naval family in Abyssal Harbor. Recognizing emblems was a custom among the Upper Nesters.

"Pay the parking fee first. This is the rule on the road."

The little leader laughed and pressed the knife against the high-end car paint.

As places where the law does not intervene, the middle and lower nests have their own rules. They are like small societies separated from the mainstream.

"Take your dirty hands away. If you dare to scratch, you will die today." Farida's eyes were fierce and she put her hand on the holster.

The hunting vigilante who came from the Spire District was not familiar with the tricks of these lower classes. She mainly used guns and electromagnetic shackles to deal with these ruffians. When her hand touched the holster, a trace of embarrassment suddenly emerged on her face - the magazine was emptied when she was fighting the Chaos Egg last night!

As another measure, Farida wanted to take out her Ministry of Justice ID to scold her, but Horatio waved his hand to stop her.

She gave Horatio a look that said, 'Let's see what you can do!'

As someone who grew up in the middle and lower nests, Horatio knew very well that in this situation, it would be impossible to scare these "hyenas" with two rich young men and women who looked like they had sneaked out of the upper nest and an ID card. If things went wrong, it might even turn into an uncontrollable armed conflict.

The bailiffs in the nest city here are all black and white, pretending to be blind. When the people from the Ministry of Justice arrived, the thugs had already smashed the vehicles and ran away. In this place where there is no surveillance, there is no way to find the people, and in the end, it can only be left unresolved.

Fighting with these ruffians, there is no benefit in winning, and it will be a huge loss if someone gets hurt.

If Farida got hurt, he would not be able to explain to Major General Alexander Hood.

[Then your naval career will end just as it began! Don’t let this happen!]
"How much?" Horatio asked expressionlessly.

He came here just to find the fortune teller to ask about the situation and get some food. Although he was no longer wanted, he didn't have a gun, so it was better to keep a low profile.

"For such a nice car, it's reasonable to charge a little more. Fifty... fifty thousand!"

[......]
In order to save time, Horatio didn't mind throwing a little money to feed the dog, but obviously fifty thousand was beyond his tolerance. "Fifty thousand can be given to you. But..."

"Haha, brother, you're straightforward! Then take the money quickly."

These guys thought they had caught a big, rich and vulnerable person, and the other thugs relaxed their guard and started laughing.

Farida gave Horatio a blank look and turned away speechlessly.

[What? This guy, I thought he was capable, but in the end he just gave me money obediently, tsk.]
"Before you take the money, I suggest you inquire about the price of collecting 'parking fees' from Horatio Cochran."

Horatio's tone was extremely gloomy, and his eyes hidden in the shadows were like a cold knife.

The air froze in an instant, followed by a few seconds of silence.

A man who seemed to be the deputy hurriedly leaned close to the fat leader's ear and whispered slyly:
"Boss...Boss! He...he is the 'King of the Port' Cochrane. He has a new prosthetic limb and I didn't recognize him..."

The gang leader looked sideways at his deputy with only fear in his eyes.

His body suddenly collapsed, and the aura that had been showing off just now softened. The oppression of fear made him tremble uncontrollably, and he said in a crying voice:

"you!"

He squeezed out a long, weak sound as if he was choking, which was as funny as if someone was strangling his throat.

"Me?" Horatio tilted his head and smiled grimly.

"Co... Cochrane, I... we..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and he breathed heavily through his fat throat. Soon his face turned red, and he felt a comfortable warmth in the front and back of his crotch.

The overly long Shamatte hair style fluttered in the air, looking a little ridiculous. Seeing this, the other thugs also put down their weapons, as if they were slapped by an invisible hand.

"Very good, now that you still remember the name, it will be easy. Get out of here."

Horatio scolded with a sullen face, and kicked the leading thug over.

"If you dare to rob again, next time it'll be your head."

"Thank you, Lord Cochran, for giving me a new life... I will never dare to do that again!!!"

The leader had a sad face and forced out a trembling sound. He immediately got up from the ground and ran away, leaving behind a pile of stinking filth caused by incontinence.

The rest of the men didn't even dare to pick up the weapons left on the ground, and they all fled in panic as if they had seen a ghost.

Perhaps none of them had seen what Horatio had done, but anyone who was involved in this business knew that the man who could become famous in this lawless place and earn the title of 'King of the Port' was someone they had no right to mess with.

Horatio watched the group of losers flee in disgrace, slipping into a dark alley, and turned to face Farida.

"At this point, it would be impolite to ask a distinguished guest like you to protect me, the 'master'."

Horatio smiled and bowed gentlemanly to Farida.

[This guy...is really not a good person!!] Farida pursed her lips.

As a legal specialist from a wealthy family, he actually drove the gang leader back to his former territory.

[God above! What is going on?]
When she thought of this, Farida's face turned red and her mind was unable to think straight.

"I have something else to take care of. Please excuse me, Miss Hood."

Horatio stepped back and waved goodbye, his usual warm smile returning to his face.

"You are now a reserve sergeant in the Imperial Navy. From now on... you are not allowed to do these dirty things again! Hey, are you listening?"

Hearing the girl's resentful and accusing shouts from behind, Horatio raised the corner of his mouth and walked away alone towards the dimly lit F-4 block.

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