The atmosphere on Ant Street, compared to the Upper City District, carries a more complex scent in the air.
It’s a chaos of mixed slls like blood, alcohol, contraband, and so on.
On Ant Street, as long as you have money or goods to trade, you can basically get anything you want.
Those carrying the sll of blood and gunpowder are mostly rcenaries, gang mbers, and Hunters from the Lower City District.
Those dressed in obviously bright clothes with a distinct aura and the scent of alcohol are mostly people from the Upper City District.
The developnt of minerals has provided the Upper City District with a wealth of jobs.
The Night Empire and Tasting Comrce Association paid a hefty price to open a transport route, smooth trade brought a large population flow to the Ninth Special Zone.
Ant Street is a mixed bag.
When Chen Che, accompanied by Xia Na, stepped onto Ant Street, they instantly attracted quite a few gazes.
"Hey, girl, why so cool with a mask on? Co with , I’ll show you a good ti."
A hyped-up junkie stared greedily at Xia Na, whose unique aura and cold deanor stood out.
Xia Na’s purple eyes slowly gazed over, she wore specially designed gear, exposing her pale abdon and navel, and on her bare skin erged a special pattern visible to the naked eye.
"Demon Pattern!"
The junkie scread, and just as he was about to flee in terror, Xia Na waved her hand, and a bolt of lightning shot out from her fingertips, charring the junkie’s thigh black.
It turned into blackened carbon, cracking inch by inch, with only hysterical wails.
The people around were stunned, looking at Xia Na. In an instant, many previously unkind glances withdrew.
Strength is the only standard.
As for the junkie who fainted from pain, whether he lived or died, no one cared.
You should consider the consequences before acting.
Are you able to bear them?
This is the rule of Ant Street.
"Tsk, Nana, with that move, we can’t keep a low profile now."
"Don’t call Nana." Xia Na said coldly.
Chen Che smiled slightly, he didn’t intend to be too low-key either. In the apocalypse, trying too hard to hide is the stupidest act.
It’s no different from deliberately causing trouble.
When it’s ti to show your muscle, you should.
It can avoid a lot of unnecessary hassles.
Chen Che, with Xia Na, headed directly to the Demon-Sealing Bar.
Two black n stood at the bar entrance, burly and towering three ters tall, like two giants.
Products of biological drug modification.
After the technological renaissance, humanity’s technology tree seems to have shifted in a different direction.
Those in power with wealth seek chanical ascension.
While the poor, well, they can only enhance their bodies through biological drugs for a higher survival rate in the apocalypse.
It truly sums up the saying.
The rich rely on technology, the poor rely on mutation.
Chen Che approached the two, took out a card from his pocket, swiped it at the door, and the door opened, allowing him to enter with Xia Na.
The Demon Bar has its thresholds too.
Not just anyone can enter.
To get a mbership card, you either pay or bring goods.
His parallel world self had been here before dying, owning a mbership card.
The card even had so money left in it.
Otherwise, Chen Che would’ve had to borrow money from Xia Na behind him.
He really doesn’t know where all his money went.
Seems he needs to manage his "business" here after dealing with all this.
He still has so shady businesses under his na.
Stepping inside the bar, Chen Che montarily felt nostalgic.
The flashing neon lights, the violent tal music.
Gave him a sense of nostalgia for bars from the Old World era.
But the Wasteland’s bars were evidently wilder than world-renowned ones.
Naked won were everywhere.
Black, white, yellow, Latino...
So were guests here to play, while others were bar girls.
Freely unleashing their desires here.
The naked revelry of n and won was everywhere.
Indulging in the most primal biological instincts.
In the air, mixtures of iris, alcohol, and an indescribable aroma lingered.
So used nerve-stimulating substances, wildly swaying their bodies in the dance floor.
So showed predatory looks, searching among the crowd.
It’s just like its na... Crazy Demon.
In this place, as long as you abide by the rules set by the bar owner, you can fully release all your desires.
Chen Che found a booth and sat down with Xia Na.
The booth beside them erupted with intense moans.
It’s the most primal battle between a man and a woman.
Xia Na frowned, clearly displeased with this place.
Chen Che used his mbership card money to order two bottles of booze, and soon two girls appeared beside him.
A white-skinned "mare" and a dark-skinned "black pearl," their eyes caressing him as they approached, pounding his legs and massaging his shoulders.
While shirtless, muscular male models tried to approach Xia Na, they were driven away by just one glare from her.
Chen Che seed lost in the mont, caressing the white mare’s leg, smiling as he whispered to the two won, seemingly flirting.
The two won giggled continuously, playfully hitting his chest.
Xia Na sat beside, holding back her displeasure.
"Thanks..."
Chen Che used his card to order each woman a bottle worth 100 Beta, and the two gave a kiss on each of his cheeks, happily leaving afterward when he expressed no desire for other services.
Bam!
Xia Na could no longer hold back and slapped the table.
In a short ti, six male models had approached her; she wasn’t fond of n.
Xia Na glared angrily at Chen Che: "Are you here to investigate or to have fun? If you ss around here and catch sothing to bring back to my sister, I’ll skin you alive!"
Chen Che ignored Xia Na’s deep tone of threat, lightly smiling: "Nana, you’re being too shallow. Do you think I’d be interested in bar dancers after being with won like our boss?"
"Hah, your hands didn’t seem to stop earlier."
"Appropriate flirting helps quickly bridge gaps with strangers. Do you know who’s most well-inford in the bar?"
"It’s these girls; they float between various n, hearing everything that should—and shouldn’t—be heard."
"I already obtained information from their mouths, one of the Pandora’s Kiss cases involves a young master who left this bar... He has quite the taste; that black pearl served him.
She saw him consu so contraband that had him euphoric, she wanted so too, but she didn’t know if it was because he was stingy or those were too expensive for him to spare.
This one was different from the usual n she served.
So it left a strong impression on her."
Xia Na was stunned. To her, Chen Che was rely flirting with the won, and even with a "black-skinned girl," it seed quite audacious.
However, Chen Che managed to gather so much information.
"Alright, let’s leave."
"Leave? Go where?"
"Back."
"Aren’t you investigating the case?"
"I’ve got what I wanted already; soone is selling Pandora’s Kiss at the Demon Bar, that’s enough."
"But you still haven’t found the person behind it?"
"Nana, this isn’t how you investigate a case. If I, a non-user, suddenly seek Pandora’s Kiss, it’s a clear act of trouble.
Plus, this is the Demon Bar; I don’t wish to break the big man’s rules here.
So things are best left for others to handle."
Chen Che bore a confident smile incomprehensible to Xia Na.
As soon as Chen Che exited the bar with Xia Na, a system prompt sounded in his mind.
[Ding! Random mission triggered "Revenge or Kindness?"]
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