Moha couldn"t help but gaze at Fell with surprise on his face. His heart couldn"t help but beat twice in an instant. If the matter was dangerous to the point where Fell had an unsightly expression, then Moha couldn"t help but have his mind reel on the problem."What is going on?" asked Moha with trembling lips. His sight didn"t leave Fell for a second, and he noticed a flash of hesitation appear in Fell"s pupil. "Don"t you dare lie to me!", roared Moha with a slap on the table.
Fell sighed and ma.s.saged his temples with his fingers before speaking in a succinct tone. "New Casablanca is going to be attacked in a few days, at most. I"m here to see if we can accommodate the citizens of the central district here.", he explained the reason for his worry to Moha.
Moha didn"t speak for an extended period of time; his hands moved, and he served himself several times. And each time he"d empty his gla.s.s in one go. "That"s not the sole reason for your journey here, right?", added Moha with a lengthy sigh. His back slid against the wall, and his b.u.t.t softly fell on a seat.
"Yeah, I"m planning on meeting the guys from Gladiator"s Heaven. If I manage to rally them, they will surely a.s.sist greatly in defense of our city.". Fell said with a smile on his lips, those buff and powerful men would surely turn into tremendously powerful units when equipped with MechSuits.
As most of them were cultivators, albeit low level one, they would still help raise their chance of survival by a large margin.
"I guess this city has existed for too many years…", said Moha before gulping another gla.s.s of hard liquor. "Well, the citizens of the Core are proud people. I"m not sure if they"ll want to work with the citizens of the central districts.". He then mumbled under his breath, but Fell still managed to hear him.
"Not everyone here is like you…", although he knew that Moha didn"t mean it in a vicious way. Fell still felt a slight tinge tighten around his heart, and only after seeing the sorrowful expression on Moha"s face did the sensation disappear. "The Core has always been the trashcan of the city. Here we were used as workers for the heavily polluting factories, yet we never complained and always did our work."
"We yearned for survival, and peaceful life was something every inhabitant of the Core looked for.", then anger flashed in his eyes. "Then, with the advancement of time, those factories didn"t need us anymore, and we lost our sole footsteps in society."
"Listen well, Fell, because this is the history of your hometown.", he paused for a second. Fell swallowed his saliva with difficulty; his eyes didn"t leave Moha for even a split second. "The people from the Core yearn for a day where they will topple the central district. I"m afraid many will want to use the incoming danger to their advance."
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind…", muttered the young cultivator in a low volume.
"Yeah, kinda like that.", blurted Moha before continuing. "Although I"m sure many will listen to you, and will definitely follow you as their leader.", he then paused for a second and hesitated for a second to speak but stopped.
"Speak, old man, What"s the problem?", exclaimed Fell loudly.
"Hmm, nothing of relevance.", said Moha in a soft tone. "Although I"m no cultivator, I can feel a tremendous amount of pressure in your body.", he then added with a smile on his face. "You"ve turned into quite the powerful figure in a short time."
"Even If I don"t want to deal with those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds from the main districts. I"ll do it in your name, and I"ll take care of securing a few shelters for them in the case you send a bunch here.", he then added before snapping his fingers. "You owe me, one kid."
"I owe you a lot, old man.", added Fell before getting up from his chair. "By the way, do you think Filthy Jade Palace can offer some help?".
"They"ve disappeared overnight…", responded Moha. "This is one of the recent mysteries in the Core. Overnight, it was disbanded, and its surviving members had laid low here."
He then added after a deep thought before raising his shoulders toward the ceiling. "I get a few of them here from time to time. They drink, pay, and leave without making a fuss."
"Thanks for the drinks, old man. I"ll be leaving the preparation of the shelters in your hands. The entirety of the central district might find itself obliged to retreat here.", he ended his speech with a serious tone. He nodded one last time toward Moha before leaving "Pig"s Paw" in a hurry.
Moha couldn"t help but keep gazing at the door for a long period of time. And after a few minutes, he sighed one last time, and his hands moved, taking out a few communication devices. He then began making one call after another; his strong voice reverberated through the empty bar and even a few homeless drunkards were awakened by his powerful shouts.
As for Fell, his legs began taking him through the narrow streets of the Core. The tagged walls and the soft blue ray coming from the neons of the closed shops lighted the road in front of him. His hand closed on the wall, and as he walked, he felt the rugged steel that was used to construct the shantytown.
It was truly a far cry from the smooth and shiny construct of the main district. But he couldn"t help but feel himself at ease in those narrow streets, and his footsteps accelerated as he began running through the empty streets. Before long, he arrived in one of the most ominous places of the Core. The infamous Baby Cemetery, and the place where he had grown and lived through the majority of his youth.