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Chapter 1679 - 796: The Reason for Being Late_2

Chapter 1679: Chapter 796: The Reason for Being Late_2

Has the gates of hell opened, releasing a horde of demons to stage a wild dance of chaos here on earth?

The key thing is, these guys are way too brazen. Since it’s so rare to have an opportunity to cut loose right under the noses of nearby law enforcement, they’ve completely let themselves go!

Screaming and shouting? That’s just the light stuff. Some are outright blasting music from car stereos while dancing wildly, clutching a bottle in one hand and waving a firearm in the other. It’s like a full-blown party.

And a lot of people are just here for the spectacle. These are the most exuberant folks of all. Since none of it involves them directly, they’re all about seizing the moment for pure revelry!

If it were just this, it wouldn’t be much to someone like Boss Yan, who’s witnessed the pandemonium of unruly mobs before. But as the black bird circled overhead, his attention was suddenly drawn to one particular individual.

It was a young white man wearing a glimmering leather jacket and pants. One arm draped over a foreign girl, the other hoisting a bottle of booze, he was standing on top of a car, tilted back, howling toward the night sky and the stars above.

People like this weren’t exactly rare, but the key difference with this guy was his prime location. The upstairs lighting happened to shine directly on him, and with his outfit, he resembled a dazzling robot.

Yan Fei had seen this man before.

He didn’t know many foreigners, and those he could remember were even fewer.

But this man stuck out to him. The last time Yan Fei saw him, he had been decked out in a suit and tie, holding a glass modestly, chatting and laughing with others—a textbook image of a successful professional. It was hard to reconcile that demeanor with his current state, unless one possessed extraordinary memory and recognition skills.

The last encounter with the white man had been at the Wanlong International Trade in the Provincial City during an international business expo. The man had been relatively low-key, with nothing particularly worth noting. But the people he was with told a different story—Mr. Brown Bear was among them, the very Anderson from Latvian City in America. That was reason enough for Yan Fei to take notice.

Yes, Anderson—the man who had cost Yan Fei seventy thousand dollars and twenty cows, all for a certificate of beef quality authentication that still seemed to have no shadow of existence.

Latvian City was far from both the gambling town and Four Fey Market. Yan Fei had initially planned to get settled first and then approach Anderson for a friendly negotiation. Little did he expect to encounter this younger associate before that.

This associate seemed to be Anderson’s nephew. It felt like fate was offering its support—delivering assistance straight into Yan Fei’s hands. He’d been worried about his lack of familiarity with Latvian City, a small, second-rate metropolis that yielded little useful information despite thorough inquiry. And now destiny had offered up a living map.

Indeed, doing Heaven’s work comes with rewards—following the natural order, and getting bonus perks!

Abe Sanders was Anderson Sanders’ nephew, and what earned him his uncle’s favor wasn’t his flair for wildness, but his ability to think strategically.

The smarter someone is, the easier it is for their actions to become extreme. In Abe Sanders’ view, work and life must be kept separate: rationality for work, indulgence for life. This dichotomy was precisely why he had come to the gambling city—here, he could lose himself utterly and completely. Not only were there fiery drinks and sultry beauties, but also casinos that sparked adrenaline rushes...

At this moment, Abe Sanders was clutching a woman he’d picked up from the casino, holding a bottle of liquor while letting out a primal roar to the heavens. If not for his tilted-back face, Boss Yan might not have noticed him. This was why people need to keep themselves low-profile—low-key and lower-key...

After his howl, Abe glanced at the woman, let go of her waist, and gestured dramatically toward the chaotic scene ahead, shouting, "Do you see this? Only indulgence is humanity’s true nature. Humans are inherently a mix of angels and devils. If you don’t indulge enough, the repressed devil within will eventually overpower the rational angel..."

Then, he extended his arms and looked up at the night sky once more. "That’s why we need to seize the moment and enjoy ourselves, or the stifled rage of the inner devil will only grow stronger! Look up at the stars—because the stars above are the most beautiful things we can admire without any cost. Looking at them reminds us of the magic of the universe and the insignificance of ourselves."

"Tiny beings like us are but a single drop in the vast river of history. To remain clear and pure, we must ensure the angelic side within us stays untouched. So, baby—are you ready, tonight, to release your inner devil with me and preserve the angel’s beauty forever?"

One has to admit, Anderson had good reasons for favoring Abe. The man was undeniably talented—even with his mind clouded by alcohol, he still managed to impressively showcase his unique flair while seducing women.

In Abe’s view, women are inherently emotional creatures. Sure, he could use money to get what he wanted, but if a few extra moments of smooth talk could make them even more willingly compliant, why begrudge that little effort?