Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! - Chapter 978

Chapter 978: Big Buck’s Fetish

In the crowded market, Meng Chao, who had changed his appearance, easily obtained seven or eight badges.

These badges were only made of the lowest quality metal to imitate the totems of the major families. They did not contain the true power of totems and were not of much use.

Even if they were lost, they would not cause too much of a stir.

However, it was enough to prove that the person who wore this badge was a servant of a major family. The person who came out to work for the master was the so-called domestic rat. He was qualified to purchase large amounts of materials and rare resources, he also went to some special occasions.

As the saying went, “Dogs rely on the power of others”.

The major families that had occupied black-corner city for generations, such as the Bloodhoof family and the iron-sheet family, kept a small “House mouse”. It was not something that the poor warriors from the remote villages could bully at will.

These badges helped Meng Chao purchase more scattered materials.

They made stronger anesthetics, muscle relaxants, and nerve poisons.

They made simple flashbangs, smoke bombs, and all kinds of essential props for ghost assassins to carry out missions, as well as deadly weapons that could kill without spilling blood.

However, Meng Chao didn’t directly purchase the most sensitive raw materials.

It wasn’t just a matter of money.

He also didn’t want to leave any traces and be quickly targeted by others.

So, he mostly used the method of fishing in troubled waters.

He found the raw materials he needed in the market, but they were more sensitive and expensive, making it inconvenient to directly purchase them.

He just lay in wait at the side, patiently waiting, searching for a suitable target on the bustling streets.

The high-level orcs were mostly hot-tempered, hot-tempered, and eager to solve problems with their fists.

With the population increasing tenfold, the living space suddenly became very tight. The friction between their manes and claws and teeth made the blood of the high-level orcs, which contained a violent element, filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Many of their bloodlines were not pure enough. Their bodies were mixed with many beast characteristics, or they were clan warriors who had just been transformed from rat people. Although they did not say it, they were actually very sensitive to their strange appearances.

As a result, in the bustling city filled with people, two high-level orcs would often walk past each other and have this kind of conversation:

“What the hell are you looking at?”

“I’m looking at the horns on your pig head!”

Then, there would be “Ping Ping Ping Pong”, where fists and kicks would be exchanged.

Fortunately, most high-level orcs had tough skin and thick flesh, and they were very resistant to being beaten up.

Moreover, there was a benefit. They wouldn’t hold grudges over trivial matters, and they would forget about it once they were beaten up.

He also had the habit of “Don’t fight, don’t get to know each other.”When he found out that the other party was a good man on par with him, he immediately threw the small friction to the wind. He went to drink with a bruised face and even became a good friend whom he trusted with his life.

Such a personality brought great convenience to Meng Chao.

Through clever exertion of force, he could easily create chaos in the crowd. He could let a high-level orc inadvertently step on another high-level orc, or let a shorter guy.., the horn on his head fiercely pressed against the tall Orc’s chest, causing a chaotic battle.

Both sides were engaged in battle, and the entire street was in a mess. The shops and stalls on both sides naturally suffered as well.

Meng Chao had a lot of opportunities to take away the necessary raw materials to complete a shocking case without anyone noticing.

Just as all kinds of props, materials, and weapons were gradually being prepared.

He also extracted more information about the target from the servants.

He gradually understood the target’s movements.

Finally, he locked onto the target in the market outside the blood skull arena.

Big Buck.

This guy named “Heavy machete”was a typical clan warrior.

His main job was to watch the arena in the Blood Skull Arena to maintain order and prevent the conflict between the emotional audience from expanding. or he could jump onto the arena to attack the exhausted and scarred gladiators who had just finished their matches They could also control the origins warriors like that day.

Sometimes, they would also play the role of gladiators and ruthlessly teach those newborn calves who had just come from a small place on the arena a lesson.

Occasionally, they would join the recruitment team and leave Black Horn City to carry out missions in the rat village. They would escort groups of new recruits and slaves back.

After completing the mission, he would call his friends and go to the casinos and taverns around the bloody skull arena to have some fun.

Just like most high-level beastmen.

Big Buck’s vigilance was not too strong.

The totem armor that covered half of his body gave him enough capital to dare to act tyrannically in his own territory.

It was not impossible to defeat or even kill this armored totem warrior.

The problem was how to do it without making a sound.

And before more totem warriors from the Blood Hoof family arrived, they would take away his totem armor.

This was the liveliest place in the entire black horn city.

The recent mass recruitment had increased the liveliness and overcrowding by ten times.

There were bull heads and horses everywhere, and the crowd was surging.

Although they were not deliberately vigilant, most of the time, Big Buck would either advance or retreat with his clansmen, or he would be exposed in the casinos and taverns in front of everyone.

It was impossible for Meng Chao to kill and loot in a bustling casino.

He had to find a chance for big buck to be alone.

It was best to do so at a relatively quiet time and place.

After three days of patient observation, he finally found a loophole.

Meng Chao found that every two days, after drinking and gambling with his companions, when his companions went to pay for reproduction with the main purpose of leisure and entertainment, Big Buck would always use an excuse to leave.

This was not normal.

No matter how he looked at it, Big Buck did not look like a clean and honest gentleman.

The customs of the Tulan people did not treat this matter as something that needed to be covered up and disgraced.

It was just a normal physiological need. Men and women were the same, there was nothing to hide.

Moreover, after Big Buck and his companions separated, he did not immediately return to the Blood Skull Arena.

Instead, he sneaked into the depths of the shabby alleyway that was as complicated as a maze.

After a series of twists and turns, he disappeared behind a door with a pair of rabbit ears painted on it.

If it weren’t for Big Buck leading the way, Meng Chao wouldn’t have known that there was such a secluded place a wall away from the bustling street market.

Even the high-level orcs who had sneaked into this place had changed their swagger outside. Their voices were like a loud bell, afraid that others wouldn’t be able to hear their noisy posture.

All of them were stealthy and sneaky. They even used masks and hooded cloaks to hide their features, as if they were thieves.

“What is this place? And what does the rabbit’s ear mean?”

Meng Chao’s curiosity was piqued.

Circulating the undead spell, he restrained his breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature to their limits. Like a chameleon, he quietly climbed to the roof and held his breath to listen for a long time.

Combined with the gossip that the handymen told him, it seemed like a unique hobby of the dignified elders of the clan.

Meng Chao suddenly realized.

This was a “Sugar House.”.

High-level orcs liked to eat sugar.

It was not because they were greedy for the sweet taste.

Instead, it was a variety of honey, fructose, and sucrose refined from the accompanying plants of the mandala tree and the insect community. They contained very rich energy, nutrients, and trace elements.

Just like condensed milk, they were all natural high-energy nutrient agents and genetic agents.

Using thick honey and condensed milk, dipped in golden fruits, or roasted totem beast flesh to eat, was the most wonderful enjoyment for a clan warrior after exhausting himself in a desperate battle.

However, the term “Sugar house”did not mean a place that sold honey and condensed milk in the literal sense.

Instead, it was a very special place that didn’t pay for reproduction as its main purpose.

If it was a normal place, there was no need to cover it up. It was even opened in such a secluded place.

The culture of Tulanze was very open-minded.

Life and death were indifferent, and if one wasn’t satisfied, they would do it. There was more than one explanation for the latter half of the sentence.

The problem was that the Tulan people also had a tradition of “The strong are respected, and the strong are beautiful. One must dare to challenge the strong. The more defeated one is, the braver one will be. The more one fights, the stronger one will be.”.

In the mainstream aesthetics, the longer the tusks, the thicker the hair, and the larger the body, the more popular it would be.

Especially for males.

Conquering the opposite sex who were larger than oneself would show more manliness and the courage to not be afraid of rape.

For example, if a Tauren warrior could conquer a pure-blooded female warrior, it would be a good thing to brag about for three days and three nights.

What about conquering a Tauren warrior? It was just so-so and barely satisfactory.

However, if he was not looking for a eight-armed female warrior, a Tauren warrior or a wild boar warrior that was similar in size to him, but a petite feline girl, a rabbit girl, and so on.

Then he would be finished.

Not only would he be ridiculed for bullying the weak, he would not be a Tulan warrior at all. He would become stronger when he met the strong, challenging his spirit to the limit.

It would even make people doubt his size and performance.

It was simply a social death!

Therefore, in the open and aboveboard romantic places on the streets, there was no distinction between men and women. Most of them were tall and strong, with the backs of tigers and bears, and with the width of a palm covering the hair on their hearts.

Regardless of their combat strength, at least from their appearance, they were all ferocious-looking powerhouses.

The methods to attract customers were also using stone locks, punching sandbags, howling wildly, and emitting a strong bestial aura.

As a result, Meng Chao swept through the streets seven or eight times, but could not see that it was actually a money-squandering place.

However, the Tulan people were also humans.

As long as they were humans, they would have all sorts of strange tastes.

Carrots and vegetables, everyone had their own favorite!

People who liked cat girls and rabbit girls, who had light bodies, relatively smooth skin, folded ears, and furry tails, existed no matter what era or planet they were on.

Such niche hobbies could not be made public.

But as long as there was profit to be made, smart businesses would not miss the opportunity to make money.

The “Sugar House”in the depths of the shabby alleys was the gray area between the public aesthetic and the niche fetishes.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly mighty bullhead warrior “Big Buck”was also a cat girl enthusiast.

He was too weak and lacked the spirit of a Tulan warrior!