537: Chapter 537: Wait a mont!
(Super-sized chapter for monthly pass) 537: Chapter 537: Wait a mont!
(Super-sized chapter for monthly pass) He Ao’s car didn’t stop in front of the bar, but a short distance away from it.
In front of the bar, several off-road vehicles parked side by side, sporting a very chanical look, had taken all the parking spots.
Passing by these vehicles, one could clearly see the entrance to the Dense Forest Bar.
The door was brown with a wooden pattern, but a closer look revealed it to be an alloy door designed to mimic wood—a chanical door.
At the mont, the door was firmly closed, with a doorman, whose body appeared to be a full-body prosthesis, standing in front of it.
Now wasn’t the bar’s busiest ti, so few people were entering, but that didn’t an the bar was without patrons.
Just in front of He Ao was a tall man, over two ters, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, who seed to have undergone so sort of chanical modification.
The muscular man exchanged a few words with the doorman, after which the bar’s door opened, and he walked in.
At this ti, He Ao also arrived at the entrance of the bar.
“Welco to the Dense Forest Bar,”
said the doorman, glancing at He Ao and pausing on the suitcase, “Sir, we provide a valuables storage service.
Just to the left after entering, there are automatic storage boxes where you can deposit your valuables.”
As he spoke, the faux-wood chanical door slowly slid open to both sides, revealing the bar’s interior, filled with dim, deep lighting.
“If you wish to go to the dance floor area to watch the performances of the dancers, please turn right after entering and go through the small door to the dance area,
“Although we have performances in the morning, the most popular and scintillating shows start at seven in the evening.
You may wait for our show if you have ti, and if you’re hungry, we also offer so fine dishes for purchase,”
the doorman said, gesturing invitingly with a smile.
“Thank you,”
He Ao responded with a gentle nod, then asked in a soft voice, “Excuse , where is Pharmacist Heish’s office door?”
“No need to thank , if you’re looking for our boss,”
Upon hearing He Ao’s question, the doorman was montarily taken aback.
He gave He Ao’s refined yet unfamiliar face another look and smilingly said, “After you enter, turn left and keep going until the end, then turn right and keep going to the end, and you’ll see it.”
After saying this, he paused briefly, giving He Ao’s not-so-robust physique another careful examination,
“If you plan to try pushing the door, you could try our bar’s Hercules cocktail, which can quickly stimulate strength.
If you’re using machinery, we also sell Super Overclock Batteries, although we don’t guarantee success.
Should any machinery be damaged due to overclocking, we cannot provide compensation.”
“Thank you,”
He Ao thanked him again and walked into the bar.
What first caught He Ao’s eye was the decoration of faux green leaves hanging from the ceiling.
Combined with these leaves were support pillars designed to resemble tree trunks.
Between these pillars, so of the leaves quivered slightly, a sign that the central air conditioning hidden within was in operation.
Apart from these more natural decorations, there were also chanically styled black desks placed around the bar, with dim lights flickering underneath them.
It was evident that the bar had been designed by a very skilled designer.
The layout of the entire hall ingeniously blended both natural and chanical elents, creating a seamlessly integrated appearance.
Soft music echoed throughout the hall, enhancing the harmonious ambiance of nature.
Though it was a bar with a striptease area, the soundproofing was exceptionally well done, such that no loud music from the dance hall could be heard.
Carrying his suitcase, He Ao turned left and proceeded deeper into the bar.
Watching He Ao’s figure disappear into the depths of the bar, the doorman was about to close the door when suddenly his wristband vibrated.
He changed color, pulled out a chip card, swiped it at the door, and dashed into the bar without looking back.
The faux-wood door slowly closed and was locked with a faint click.
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Soon after entering and taking a left, He Ao reached the end of the way, then turned right and continued along the wall.
On the way here, Eve had already organized the information regarding ‘Pharmacist’ Heish for him.
Heish’s identity was shrouded in mystery; there wasn’t much information about her online.
However, it was frequently ntioned that she only took on tasks from acquaintances or those referred by acquaintances; she did not accept commissions from strangers.
Therefore, He Ao couldn’t directly approach this interdiary in the capacity of a commissioning client.
Heish also had strict standards for selecting task agents to work with.
She would thoroughly examine the capabilities of the qualified gangs before proactively reaching out to them once they t her criteria.
Strangers looking to take on tasks had no way of contacting her.
So, technically speaking, without these two identities, one could not et with Heish.
But there are always exceptions.
As a shrewd interdiary, Heish understood that so people didn’t need circles; they were circles unto themselves.
This included individuals with exceptional combat abilities.
For an interdiary, the most essential resources are their connections and information, and such powerful individuals were not sothing an interdiary could afford to overlook.
So she had a sturdy tal door installed outside her office.
Pushing through this tal door led directly into her office, where one could et or trade with her.
The entire underground world of Vitland knew about this, and it was announced at the top of the official social dia account for Dense Forest Bar to ensure anyone who wanted to et her would get the ssage.
For so in the underground world, this news was like a ladder to heaven, a direct way to reach the top echelons.
According to the information Eve collected, there was an endless stream of people challenging this door when the ssage was first announced, but as more and more people failed, the number of challengers dwindled.
Now only those who refused to give up or newcors attempted to challenge the door.
He Ao moved along the wall and soon entered a narrow corridor.
There, he saw a burly man apparently with chanical modifications, who had entered before him.
It seed that this burly man’s target was Heish as well.
He Ao had not taken many steps before he saw a small brown-red door appear in his sight.
This door was tightly closed, looking quite ordinary and indistinguishable from other doors in the bar.
In front of He Ao and the burly man, a muscular youth already stood before the small door.
With one hand on the doorknob and legs slightly bent, his outer foot braced on a tallic protrusion from the ground that seed specifically made for leverage, his face turned bright red from effort.
Despite his struggles, he could not budge the door in the slightest.
“If it won’t open, it won’t open.
Don’t waste your energy.”
The burly man in front of He Ao walked over, picked up the youth as if he were lifting a chick, and tossed him aside.
The youth, shafully picked up like this, glared angrily at the burly man but shrank his neck upon seeing the man’s sturdy build.
“Co, watch this,” the burly man glanced at the brown-red door.
“This door’s so small, I’ll have trouble getting in once I open it.”
He extended his hefty hand to grab the doorknob, which to him was like a lollipop, his arm tensing as a shimring luminescence flowed along the seams of his synthetic skin.
This burly man was not simply chanically modified but had a full body prosthesis.
Compared to human flesh, a chanized body naturally has the potential for greater strength, which was likely the source of the man’s confidence.
However, as the burly man exerted force, the small door did not move at all.
Upon witnessing this, the burly man frowned, leaned into the door with his shoulder, and pushed forward with violent force again.
But the outco was the sa—the door did not budge.
At that mont, the radiant glow on the burly man’s body began to fade, indicating that his core energy source was overheating, leading to a reduction in frequency.
Withdrawing his hand, he cursed with frustration, “This damn door won’t open, that hag Heish must’ve made an unopenable door just to make fools of us.”
“Hmph, hmph,” a low chuckle echoed through the corridor.
It was the muscular youth from before.
“What’s so funny?” the burly man turned and glared at the youth.
He pushed against the door once more, and it was like the door was welded to the wall, utterly immovable.
“If you can do it, go ahead.
Hell, I’ve never heard of anyone opening this door.
Even with my new chanized body, it’s no use.
This damn door just won’t budge, even if God himself tried.”
The youth, intimidated by the burly man’s glare, carefully reined in his smile.
At this ti, the burly man’s gaze shifted to He Ao who was holding a suitcase in the back.
“What about you, bookworm, what are you looking at?
Do you think you can open it?”
Bookworm?
He Ao paused for a mont, then realized that Jess had always cultivated himself in a gentle and affable manner, which in the eyes of those in the underground world, made one a bookworm.
He couldn’t help but laugh silently, holding his suitcase while moving forward.
He bypassed the burly man, placing his hand on the doorknob.
He activated Super mory and scanned at a glance…
The door was surrounded by cracks, not welded to the wall.
Furthermore, if the door was truly welded to the wall, given the force the burly man had applied, the wall should have cracked by now.
Since the wall was still intact, it indicated that there must be so other chanism behind the door holding it in place.
The floor in front of the door seed to be made of a special alloy, very sturdy, to prevent those who pushed too hard from breaking through the ground.
Moreover, there was a considerate alloy bulge on the ground to help those pushing the door.
Quite interesting.
He Ao grasped the doorknob, activated Super mory, stepped on the alloy bulge, and with one push, the brown-red door slowly opened, revealing the dim lighting inside.
He Ao walked in with his suitcase, and the small door slowly closed behind him.
To the astounded burly man and youth outside, it appeared as if He Ao had casually approached the door, placing his hand on the doorknob, and without any hindrance, as one would with any ordinary door, he pushed it open and walked inside.
“That guy must have cheated.”
The sturdy man charged forward angrily, trying to push through the slowly closing small door into the room beyond.
But he was pushed back by the door and, with a snap, was shut out.
“This can’t be!”
He punched the small door furiously.
The chanical fist instantly shattered and exploded, sending alloy shrapnel flying while the door only lost so of its paint, revealing its silvery true color underneath.
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He Ao, who had already entered the room, looked back at the slowly closing small door, which was topped with a huge arc-shaped hydraulic rod.
Based on the force feedback from just pushing the door, this hydraulic rod could provide at least twenty tons of resistance.
This force had already surpassed the limit of a D-level, clearly, this door was specifically intended for C-level or those with strength exceeding the limits of D-level.
After entering the small door, there was a small compartnt, and on the side of the compartnt was another tal door.
Faint intense collision sounds ca from behind the tal door, and according to the ssage posted by Heish herself, this should lead directly to her office.
This compartnt, it seems, was there to serve as a buffer, allowing Heish in the office to react promptly after the door got pushed open.
He Ao deactivated his Super mory, walked up to the inner small door, which had a ‘pull’ sign on it, twisted the doorknob, and gently pulled.
The small door slowly opened.
This door was entirely alloy and looked exceptionally sturdy, but pulling this door didn’t et any resistance; it felt like a normal door.
And just as He Ao pulled open the door, a gleaming knife ca flying at him, aiming straight for his face.
He Ao let go of the doorknob, a dagger with a cold gleam sliding from his coat sleeve into his palm; he sidestepped to dodge the attack while stabbing the sharp dagger into the attacker’s neck.
Then He Ao pulled out the dagger, took a step forward, and walked into the office.
Blood sprayed out behind him like a gushing spring, followed by a dull thud—the sound of a body hitting the ground.
At this mont, the scene in the office seed sowhat different from what He Ao had expected.
There was a burly man whose entire body was exposed machinery with only his head wrapped in biomitic skin, swinging his fists and punching at soone opposite of him.
And facing him was a beautiful woman wearing a dark leather jacket, black leather pants, and sporting wine-red short hair.
The woman leaped violently, dodging the chanical man’s attack and using the montum to jump onto his shoulders.
At the sa ti, she looked at He Ao and smiled, “Welco, you are the first person to push open this door in so many years.”
“It looks like you’ve run into a bit of trouble.”
He Ao replied.
A man with chanically modified arms swinging a big knife at He Ao got his head sliced off by He Ao’s backhand with a dagger.
Opposite the small door was another wide-open office door, behind which was a spacious circular hall.
People with strange chanical limbs painted with eerie camouflage were fighting in the hall against those wearing bar staff uniforms outside.
More and more of the bar staff kept joining the battle, and aside from Heish and the big man, a few others in the office were also caught in the lee, including the doorman who had opened the door for He Ao, mixing among them.
Anyone new to the battlefield would get attacked by those with the bizarre camouflage paint, regardless of whether they wore the bar staff’s uniform; it seed these people would attack anyone not on their side.
“A little trouble.”
Heish leaped onto the big man’s shoulder and with her hands produced almost invisible alloy wires that suddenly wrapped around the burly man’s neck, then sharply pulled.
Accompanied by a violent tearing noise and flashes of light sizzling away, the big man’s neck was abruptly severed, and his massive body crashed to the ground.
“The boss is dead!”
The ones with eerie camouflage paint shrieked, and like losing their pillar, scattered and fled.
Heish jumped off the man’s body, performing a sorsault to land in front of He Ao, and with a gentle lift of her hand, the surrounding air stirred slightly as she retracted the thin wires into her sleeve.
“Hello, I am Heish, and what’s your na?”
She stepped forward in her high-heeled boots, sat down on the sofa opposite He Ao, and asked, “Is there anything I can help you with?”
Outside there was intense gunfire and agonized screams while Heish pressed a button beside the sofa, and soothing music began to play in the office.
The assailants previously in the office had run out, and the bar staff had also pursued them.
“Jess,”
He Ao casually placed his suitcase on a desk that had a large hole in it and released the automatic locks.
The suitcase burst open with a thud, revealing the compacted, emaciated body of a man inside.
“His Talent Sequence must be ‘Ruthless Bandit.'”
“C-level,” Heish glanced at the body in the suitcase, “Talent Sequence 102: Ruthless Bandit, quite a strong Talent Sequence.
Are you looking to trade?
What do you want?”
“I want the Secret dicine and formula that follow Almsgiver.”
He Ao’s face remained calm.
“Talent Sequence 54: Almsgiver,”
Heish looked at the enemy He Ao had just killed on the ground and spoke slowly, “Currently, I’m only aware of three Talent Sequences that follow Almsgiver: Talent Sequence 108: Preacher, Talent Sequence 109: Ascetic, and Talent Sequence 111: Terrorist.”
Theoretically, the C-level Talent Sequence numbers corresponding to D-level are consecutive.
From 108 to 111, it seems there are at least four C-level Sequences related to Almsgiver, with the Talent Sequence 110 unknown.
However, Heish directly telling him these Talent Sequence nas was sowhat unexpected to He Ao.
In the Copy World, such secretive knowledge inherently signified power.
In the profession of an Interdiary, who survives by peddling information, knowledge also symbolized money.
He Ao glanced at the body on the floor; in a sense, his counterattack had also helped Heish, implying that this was Heish showing goodwill toward him.
Quid pro quo.
Heish continued, “I don’t have the Secret dicine and formula for Preacher, but I know where it might be found.
I have the formula for Ascetic, but not the Secret dicine.
As for Terrorist, I happen to have a prepared dose of Secret dicine here, along with the formula.”
She gazed at He Ao, her wine-red eyes emitting concentric circles of radiance, “So, is there anything I can help you with?”
The information about Preacher being a subsequent Talent Sequence to Almsgiver ca from He Ao’s own investigations in the detective agency.
And the detective agency’s information ca from the Mysterious Person.
Based on the Mysterious Person’s previous arrangents, his original plan was probably to have Jess advance to Preacher.
Once a Transcendent advanced to C-level, there would be a comprehensive enhancent.
If Jess successfully beca C-level, the chances of exceeding control would greatly increase.
Therefore, to maintain control over Jess, the Mysterious Person must have so thod to control or influence ‘Preacher.’
After pondering for a mont, He Ao looked up at Heish, “If I want the Terrorist’s Secret dicine and formula, what do I need to give in return?”
“This ‘Ruthless Bandit’ still needs to have his Talent Sequence extracted and formulated into a Secret dicine,”
Heish took another glance at the emaciated man inside the suitcase, “This will incur so labor costs.
I can give you a discount and provide you with the Secret dicine for Terrorist, but I can’t just hand over the formula.
I have to feed a lot of people with my business, and I need to eat too.”
With that said, she looked back at He Ao, “Or you could take on a commission for , and I’ll give you the Secret dicine formula as a reward.”
“What commission?”
He Ao asked.
“There’s a contract to steal an important chip.”
Heish recalled briefly and replied swiftly.
“Stealing is against the law.”
He Ao replied calmly.
“?”
Heish was montarily at a loss for words, and then continued, “Then there’s a contract for murder, the target is a D-level, possibly with C-level protection.”
“Murder is against the law.”
He Ao replied calmly again.
Heish: ?
She glanced at the body on the ground, her mind fogging for a mont.
Was the person in front of her really law-abiding?
“It seems we won’t be able to make a deal.”
He Ao stretched out his hand to close the suitcase lid, and it automatically locked with a click.
Then he picked up the suitcase and headed towards the door he had opened upon arrival.
Hum—
Accompanied by the ting of a coin being flicked, a faint shout suddenly ca from behind He Ao,
“Wait a minute!”
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