Walking on the bustling main street of Lionheart City is like stepping into a bizarre and motley world, dizzying and enchanting.
The surrounding skyscrapers resemble a forest, looking up, you can't see the top—all you see are countless holographic images constantly changing, all of which are various large-scale advertisements.
Deafening roars occasionally came from behind Wang Chen and then brushed past like a gale, leaving only fleeting trails of lights in their wake.
It was groups of men and women street racing, riding modified hover bikes on the streets in a deadly race, leaving the pursuing police cars far behind in the dust.
Beside the sidewalks, you could easily find drunks who drank too much—some hugging trash cans and vomiting violently, others lying on the ground unconscious, and many homeless people curling up in the corners wrapped in blankets, eyes dull and lifeless.
Scenes like these are unseen even in Holy Light City, let alone in Taiwu City.
