Shadows of the Deep Space Chapter 1702: 541: Carnival
Previously on Shadows of the Deep Space...
Several days passed.
Lost City Interstellar Airport.
The Level 5 Mother Ship Evil Fang gradually descended from above, settling onto its assigned docking platform.
Click!
The Evil Fang's cargo bay door swung open, unfolding a sturdy metal ramp.
Fia piloted an aged jeep, transporting Su Ming and three companions off the Evil Fang, exiting the interstellar airport before plunging into the underground high-speed tunnel.
“Where are we heading?”
Su Ming, clad in a black hooded trench coat, conversed with Fia.
“Lost City L41 District, our base is located there, and everyone's waiting!,”
Fia informed Su Ming.
“Okay.”
Su Ming nodded.
In no time, the jeep arrived at the outskirts of Lost City, revealing clusters of towering steel skyscrapers bathed in vibrant, flickering neon glows.
Holographic ads beamed out provocative and brutal promotions.
Near the city's fringe stood a massive structure resembling a circular arena, forged entirely from steel.
“Fia, what's that massive building?”
Su Ming eyed it curiously and inquired.
“That's the Lost Arena, dedicated to Mecha gambling fights. It's the top betting hotspot in Lost City. Check out that huge virtual ad projection.”
Fia described it to Su Ming.
Su Ming gazed at the enormous distant hologram, depicting two Mechas clashing intensely with showers of sparks!
“Craving overnight riches?”
“Yearning to forge your legend?”
“Thirsting for raw violence, thrills, and gore? Join the Lost Arena now!”
….
Su Ming let out a yawn while viewing the hype ad, showing little enthusiasm.
Shortly after, the jeep veered off the expressway onto ordinary streets.
The scene grew wild, packed with bikers sporting multicolored dyed hair, flashy accessories, outlandish fashion, smokes dangling from lips, glares menacing, plus heavily made-up women in revealing outfits.
“So many motorcycles around?”
Su Ming asked Fia with keen interest.
“Lost City enforces a no-fly zone, banning hovercars, so bikes dominate here.”
“Got it.”
“Lord Su Ming, folks in the Land of Lost include all sorts of thugs and crooks. The vibe and order here are pretty rough. Coming from the Federation, you might struggle to adjust.”
Fia, aware of Su Ming's Federation roots, warned him ahead about local conditions to brace him.
“No worries, but I'm wondering, what happens with crimes committed here?”
Su Ming suddenly questioned.
“Crimes here get handled in two main ways: pay off with cash or flee fast, just avoid capture.”
Fia clarified for Su Ming.
“Understood.”
Su Ming acknowledged with a nod.
Buzzing sound~
Right then, a punk with spiked yellow hair in a leather jacket roared up on a black motorcycle beside the jeep's left, his eyes gleaming at Fia.
Though Fia wasn't a stunning beauty, she clearly wasn't a native of the Land of Lost. Local girls here were tougher-looking one after another, none appealing.
“Hey, babe, where you from? You look hot, wanna pull over and chill with bro?”
The punk knocked playfully on the window.
Fia floored the accelerator instantly, aiming to ditch the punk.
Yet he pursued relentlessly, whistling nonstop at Fia.
Fia's cheeks bulged with fury as she swerved the jeep to smash into him.
But the punk, a pro rider, foresaw it, evading effortlessly and latching onto the door handle.
Su Ming calmly instructed Fia.
“Hold the steering steady!”
Before Fia responded, Su Ming leaned across and pulled the handbrake.
Screech~
The punk gripping the door and his bike hurtled away.
Su Ming then let go of the handbrake.
Fia stared at Su Ming in astonishment.
She'd never imagined Su Ming acting so daring. She'd always seen Lord Su Ming as courteous and level-headed.
Su Ming grinned at Fia.
“Don't stare like that, I adapt fast.”
“Uh-huh, uh-huh.”
Fia nodded vigorously.
At that instant, Ankaga glanced back and alerted Su Ming.
“Boss, they're tailing us again.”
Su Ming checked the rearview mirror, smirked, and asked Fia.
“Can we trash the garbage here?”
“Absolutely.”
Fia answered without thinking.
Su Ming lifted his hand.
Ankaga got the cue, snatched a wrench from the rear toolbox, and passed it to Su Ming.
Su Ming rolled down the window and flung it casually.
Bang!
The wrench struck the punk, sending his bike tumbling once more.
“Nailed him! Lord Su Ming, that was epic!”
Fia cheered with thrill.
“Not bad at all!”
Su Ming responded, feeling upbeat.
Before long, the jeep entered L41 Area.
This district bustled with activity, ancient structures sheltering almost a million souls.
Yet Su Ming noticed the locals here differed vastly from roadside crowds.
Residents lacked tattoos, seemed far more approachable, and streets stayed spotless.
He figured correctly that Holy Army members dwelled here.
Just then, a muscular man in Third Generation Exoskeleton Armor, strikingly rugged and handsome, flanked by a few followers, halted the jeep.