Chapter 008: The Cantina

Wang Bo and Obi-Wan left their dwelling and headed for the city of Mos Eisley.

However, on the way, they encountered Luke returning.

His eyes were red, filled with sorrow, but he stubbornly guarded his last shred of dignity, refusing to let tears stream down.

Obi-Wan couldn't help asking, "What happened, Luke?"

Luke said with reddened eyes, "Someone entered my home and killed my uncle and aunt."

Obi-Wan immediately understood. "The Rebels, they've come. I'm sorry, Luke, but we have no time for grief now. We must leave Tatooine at once. If we're late, the Imperial troops will surely catch up."

Luke nodded.

He now understood that he had been drawn into this, so he had to leave this place as soon as possible.

If he wanted revenge, if he didn't want to die.

So the group drove a speeder and soon arrived at Mos Eisley.

The city's architecture was typical Tatooine style—domed houses half-buried in the sand, offering some shelter from the twin suns of the desert. The city was laid out in a wheel shape, with the central hydroelectric distribution station at its core. The city was dotted with circular hangars and landing fields, and the sky was busy with interstellar traffic.

The city was enormous. Wang Bo could see all kinds of starships ascending and descending.

The city streets were patrolled by soldiers in white armor—these were soldiers of the Galactic Empire. But compared to the bustling city, these soldiers were pitifully few.

Wang Bo doubted whether the Galactic Empire could actually manage this city.

Or perhaps they had no intention of managing it at all.

Otherwise, Mos Eisley wouldn't have become a pirate city, a den of fugitives and filth.

After Wang Bo's group arrived at Mos Eisley, a group of patrolling soldiers surrounded them, intending to question them.

Just then, Obi-Wan used the Force to manipulate the soldiers' minds, making them let them pass.

Seeing this, Wang Bo's eyes flickered several times.

He hadn't expected that the Force could be used to control others—a technique Obi-Wan hadn't taught him.

Luke was also astonished. "How did you do that?"

Obi-Wan said, "It's just a simple application of the Force. It only works on the weak-minded."

Wang Bo said nothing.

After driving into Mos Eisley, they parked the speeder. Luke asked, "Where should we go now?"

Obi-Wan said, "Follow me."

Under Obi-Wan's lead, the three of them entered a cantina.

It was a very rough cantina, reminiscent of an American saloon from the Wild West. Inside, most of the patrons were bizarre-looking aliens.

By human aesthetic standards, these aliens were undoubtedly monsters.

In a game, they would be the cannon fodder.

But they were all intelligent species, each with remarkable intelligence. They could pilot starships, use high technology, and were even formidable in combat.

Wang Bo's gaze swept over most of the aliens in the cantina, noticing that each exuded a murderous aura, with more than one life on their hands.

He felt that if he punched everyone in this cantina to death, not a single one would be innocent.

Luke was probably entering such a cantina for the first time; it was clear he was a bit nervous.

But Obi-Wan was quite calm, even at ease.

Considering he was a Jedi, he must have seen many grand scenes, so a small one like this wouldn't faze him.

Luke stayed close to Obi-Wan and whispered, "Why are we here?"

"To find a ship that can take us away from here, Luke," Obi-Wan said calmly.

He approached the bar, ordered a glass of beer, and observed the surroundings, looking for the right person.

Luke also ordered a glass of beer, trying to look the part.

Wang Bo did the same. The bartender was also an alien, with an indescribable appearance, but the beer was quite good, very refreshing.

Just then, a man with a scarred face walked over, slapped Luke on the shoulder, and said, "I don't like you."

Luke looked bewildered but nodded and looked away.

The man persisted.

Many in the cantina turned their attention to them, enjoying the spectacle.

Wang Bo could see that the man was picking on Luke. He wasn't sure why—perhaps he simply didn't like Luke's face.

Young Luke, clearly inexperienced with such situations, didn't know how to handle it.

Wang Bo stepped forward, grabbed the man's sparse hair, and slammed his head hard onto the bar.

A dull thud rang out, and the man saw stars.

Wang Bo showed no mercy. He lifted the man's head and slammed it down again. A second thud, and the man groaned in pain.

Expressionless, Wang Bo slammed the man's head against the bar again and again, leaving everyone stunned.

Only when the man was bleeding and unconscious did Wang Bo let go.

"Next time someone dares to provoke you, do this," Wang Bo said to the bewildered Luke, letting the unconscious man fall to the ground. "Some people's bones are just cheap; they need a beating to feel good."

Luke couldn't help but swallow.

The alien onlookers instinctively looked away, as if they had seen nothing.

Obi-Wan walked over then, acting as if nothing had happened, and said to Wang Bo and Luke, "Follow me."

He led them to a corner of the cantina.

In that corner sat two beings.

A human and a Wookiee.

The human was unremarkable, but the Wookiee was worth mentioning.

Wookiees lived on the planet Kashyyyk, a world covered in vast jungles. Inland, the towering trees formed a multi-layered ecosystem through their branches and leaves.

The closer to the jungle floor, the more primitive and dangerous the environment.

Wookiees occupied the upper layers of the forest and built massive cities in the interwoven canopy.

Wookiees were tall, with thick fur, looking like a large, hairy baboon.

But that was just a prejudice. Though they couldn't speak human languages, they were undoubtedly an intelligent species with their own language.