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 smells 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 smell of blood and gunpowder are mostly mercenaries, gang members, 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 development of minerals has provided the Upper City District with a wealth of jobs.
The Night Empire and Tasting Commerce 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? Come with me, I'll show you a good time."
A hyped-up junkie stared greedily at Xia Na, whose unique aura and cold demeanor stood out.
Xia Na's purple eyes slowly gazed over, she wore specially designed gear, exposing her pale abdomen and navel, and on her bare skin emerged a special pattern visible to the naked eye.
"Demon Pattern!"
The junkie screamed, 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 me 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 time 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 men stood at the bar entrance, burly and towering three meters 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 mechanical 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 membership card, you either pay or bring goods.
His parallel world self had been here before dying, owning a membership card.
The card even had some 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 some shady businesses under his name.
Stepping inside the bar, Chen Che momentarily felt nostalgic.
The flashing neon lights, the violent metal 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 women were everywhere.
Black, white, yellow, Latino...
Some were guests here to play, while others were bar girls.
Freely unleashing their desires here.
The naked revelry of men and women was everywhere.
Indulging in the most primal biological instincts.
In the air, mixtures of iris, alcohol, and an indescribable aroma lingered.
Some used nerve-stimulating substances, wildly swaying their bodies in the dance floor.
Some showed predatory looks, searching among the crowd.
It's just like its name… 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 membership 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 seemed lost in the moment, caressing the white mare's leg, smiling as he whispered to the two women, seemingly flirting.
The two women 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 time, six male models had approached her; she wasn't fond of men.
Xia Na glared angrily at Chen Che: "Are you here to investigate or to have fun? If you mess around here and catch something 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 women 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-informed in the bar?"
"It's these girls; they float between various men, 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 consume some contraband that had him euphoric, she wanted some 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 men she served.
So it left a strong impression on her."
Xia Na was stunned. To her, Chen Che was merely flirting with the women, and even with a "black-skinned girl," it seemed 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; someone 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.
Some 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?"]