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When the mercenary group reached a bustling street, Taktron suddenly stopped and pointed to a brightly lit sign ahead. The sign, written in neon lights, displayed the words "Bourjoia," resembling a lively nightclub or bar.
"This is the designated bar," Taktron said.
The entrance of the bar is bustling, with a continuous flow of people. There are humans, Tau, and even some other unidentified extraterrestrial species. They are dressed in various clothing, speaking different languages, and entering and exiting for various purposes.
John furrowed his brow slightly, his gaze sweeping over the bustling crowd. "This place seems quite complicated, with all kinds of people," he silently assessed the situation in his mind.
Alixia frowned, her delicate face showing a displeased expression. "I don't intend to go in. The smell and noise in there make me uncomfortable. It's too chaotic, and the music is just too loud."
Karenmu stood to the side, his mechanical parts emitting a faint buzzing sound, as if undergoing some internal adjustments. "I've also decided not to go in, not only because of the various uncertainties there, but also because my faith does not allow me to stay in such a place."
John nodded, "Alright, it's true that it's too complicated here. It might be better for you to provide support from outside. Taktron, you and I are enough to go in for the meeting."
John and Taktron turned and walked towards the bar, entering through the door that was always open to all, disappearing into the bustling and uncertain interior. Meanwhile, Alixia and Karenmu waited quietly outside the door, vigilantly observing everything around them, ready to respond to any potential crisis at any moment.
When John and Taktron stepped into the bar, they were immediately surrounded by a thick mixture of tobacco, alcohol, and sweat. The bar was located in a busy area of the Datharas district, with all kinds of patrons, from imperial soldiers, local residents, to wandering merchants and adventurers. Although the space itself was quite large, the bustling business made the place feel cramped and uneasy.
Almost all the seats around were already taken, with some people standing, drinking, and chatting. In the corner, a group of Tau were engaged in a heated discussion, while nearby, several mercenaries in rough armor were loudly boasting and challenging each other. Ancient imperial war flags and artifacts from other races hung from the ceiling, and the dim lighting created a lively atmosphere, occasionally revealing a mysterious glimmer passing through the crowd.
Taktron immediately put on his smart glasses and began scanning the surrounding environment. His glasses not only analyzed the races and potential occupations of the people in the store, but also detected threats hidden in the dark. He squinted, focused on analyzing the data flow, and also recorded potentially useful information.
John went straight to the bar, patted the shoulder of an Imperial soldier sitting on a high stool, and then found a seat. He ordered a strong drink from the bartender, and before long, a glass of deep red liquid was handed to him. He picked up the glass, tilted it slightly to observe the color and aroma of the drink, and then drank it all in one go.
"The taste is not bad." John sighed, put the empty cup back on the bar, and scanned the bustling environment once again. He could feel that even in such a busy and noisy place, danger was always present, just like the chaotic forces constantly surging into this planet, which could not be underestimated.
John's gaze finally fell on Taktron, who was still busy scanning. He smiled, feeling fortunate to be fighting alongside such a talented and diverse group of partners. He knew that they would face even more dangerous and complex challenges ahead.
"Are you ready, Taktron?" John shouted to his Tau friend, even though he knew Taktron probably couldn't hear any conversation in this noisy environment.
Taktron finally finished scanning, took off his glasses, responded with a smile to John, and then walked over to sit next to him, ordering a special non-alcoholic drink.
"We're not just here to drink," Taktron said. "I've already found some useful information. But let me have a drink first, the atmosphere here makes me feel... a bit uncomfortable."
John chuckled, raised his glass and clinked it with Taktron, then both immersed themselves in this vibrant yet perilous bar. They both understood that this might be the last moment to rest and enjoy before a series of battles and challenges ahead.
The atmosphere in the bar reached its climax. A band stood on a small stage in the corner, stirring up waves of passion with folk songs from the empire and pop music from the galaxy. Guests of different races and cultural backgrounds danced in the light, with intoxication and anticipation. Various battlefield updates and commercial advertisements on the screen were occasionally drowned out by the noise and laughter of the people. The bartender was busy, various bottles and cans swiftly changing in his hands, like a carefully choreographed performance.
In a secluded corner of the bar, John and Taktron sat in chairs. Taktron held a glass of blue drink made from a special beverage, looking very novel. John held a classic imperial whiskey.
"Taktron, our mission this time involves chaotic elements. Have you ever come into contact with such things?" asked John.
Taktron smiled and replied, "To be honest, I don't know much about chaos. Tau has always been more focused on technology and strategy, rarely delving into the supernatural. However, I am quite curious about it."
John frowned, "Curiosity can kill the cat, especially when it comes to dealing with chaotic forces. I've seen too many people who have suffered tragic fates because of their curiosity or greed for touching chaotic powers."
"I understand," Taktron said earnestly, "even though I am curious about chaos, I fully understand the serious consequences it brings to humans and other species. Rest assured, I will remain vigilant."
"Okay," John nodded, "The power of chaos is very dangerous. It always changes everyone unintentionally. Even the strongest warriors may be eroded by it if they are not careful. I hope we can all stay alert and not let chaos affect our judgment."
Taktron deeply agreed with John's words and raised his cup again, "To our mission, and to staying away from the erosion of chaos. Cheers."
"Cheers," John responded, lightly clinking their glasses together in the lively bar, creating a crisp sound.
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