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Chapter 155: Go Take a Bath First (Long - , Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Go Take a Bath First (Long Chapter, Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

The night was deep.

As the earliest established district of Dawn City, the streets of Crown District were neatly arranged in a standard chessboard pattern conforming to north-south and east-west orientations.

The east-west oriented ones were called ’Streets,’ and the north-south oriented ones were called ’Avenues.’

Then, each street was named in the order it was built.

For example, the No. 37 Street He Ao was headed to was located right after No. 36 Street.

Of course, some streets might not be strictly arranged according to the cardinal directions due to certain incidents during construction, but overall, the streets of the Crown District presented a grid-like arrangement.

These crisscrossing streets divided the Crown District into numerous ’small cells.’

One or several of these cells together formed a larger area, which was then referred to as a neighborhood.

Of course, not all the streets were arranged in strict numerical order, some east-west streets would be renamed due to the presence of certain prominent figures.

These figures were either individuals who had made outstanding contributions to the Federation or those who made significant sacrifices for Dawn City, people who merited their own Chapters in history books.

However, having a street named after oneself in Dawn City was slightly more difficult than securing a place in history; in the eight hundred years that had passed, only a few dozen streets had been renamed, and in the Crown District, there were only a few.

That’s because renaming a street required not only a nomination from the government of Dawn City but also the consent of over 90% of the residents living around that street, and the residents of Crown District were notoriously picky, making it an especially troublesome process.

As a result, those who managed to leave their names on the streets of Crown District were all historical figures with illustrious reputations, like how the first street of the Crown District was renamed Ellens Avenue to commemorate Ellenska, the first mayor of Dawn City, with ’Ellens’ being his nickname.

This knowledge belonged to Joey’s memory; when he wasn’t studying, he liked to read various books in the school library to enrich his life experiences.

This was important because some reputable private universities didn’t just require good grades but also a strong personal character. Students passing the scoreline still had to go through interviews and submit materials documenting social activities.

Joey’s family circumstances meant that he couldn’t find good social practice work, so he had no choice but to read more, to enhance his expressiveness during interviews.

Of course, none of this was of any use now.

He Ao walked slowly on the dazzling, colorful streets.

To get to No. 37 Street, one had to pass through Eighth Avenue of the Crown District, the exact center of the entire area and the downtown of Dawn City.

All along the street, there were bustling shops in great succession, showcasing an attractive display of refined merchandise.

The brilliant lights shone down on the pedestrians passing by.

The men were handsome and tall, dressed in well-matched clothes, and the women were beautiful and enchanting, with exquisite makeup adorned.

They walked on the most bustling avenues of Dawn City, passing shop after shop shining brightly, each face brimming with a confident and contented smile.

They were proud of this vibrant metropolis, as if the city belonged to them.

At the height of Roy’s most glorious days, he too was among these people.

He Ao adjusted the mask on his face and stopped before a huge shop at the corner of the street. The shop occupied a large area and was divided into two levels, but it contained relatively few goods, with display stands sporadically placed every few meters.

The one closest to He Ao was a small handbag by the window, about twenty-five or twenty-six centimeters long and eleven or twelve centimeters wide. The product tag read,

[Bullhide Handbag]

[Lous Karen]

[45,000.00 federal coins]

Lous Karen was the name of the brand, and the handbag also featured a large logo with the initials ’LK’ from Lous Karen.

Forty-five thousand federal coins; that was roughly 1.5 times the total worth of all of Joey’s assets, excluding his house.

He Ao, carrying his briefcase and tightening his jacket, walked through the bright lights.

The jacket he was wearing had been bought by Joey’s mother last spring during the change of seasons, on sale for 29.9 federal coins.

The trousers were a basic pair bought by his parents at a fast-fashion brand store the month before their accident, costing 14.9 federal coins.

Although these trousers weren’t very stylish, their affordability and good quality made them best-sellers, often leaving the shelves empty. By establishing a good relationship with the sales staff, his mother learned about the stock arrival date in advance and got up early that morning to buy these trousers.

Of course, in terms of price, the luxury combat suit He Ao wore underneath his jacket was far more expensive than this small handbag.

He Ao shifted his gaze away from these glamorous shops, his figure quickly crossing the noisy streets to reach No. 37 Street.

Here, the splendor of brightly lit shops had mostly vanished. Bright streetlights illuminated the pedestrian path, and the many not-so-tall buildings stood interspersed with the dazzling skyscrapers.

No. 37 Street, though just one street away from Eighth Avenue, still commanded an alarmingly high property value due to its proximity to the city center of Dawn City.

He Ao activated his hand ring and, following the navigation, quickly located 175.

It was a towering luxury apartment building, adorned with elaborate decorations.

It looked like a rich mansion at the city center.

He Ao walked towards the building.

Passing through the revolving door, there was a semicircular reception desk manned by two young girls in standard blue and white uniforms, with semi-opaque black stockings wrapped around their legs, sitting behind the desk.

Behind them was a thick wall.

Naturally, the first floor wasn’t just a reception area. The entrance and desk were only a minor part of these kinds of luxurious residential buildings. Most often, the first three floors would be converted into grand clubs to meet the business discussions, leisure entertainment, and other needs of the residents.

"Hello, are you a visitor?"

Seeing He Ao enter, both receptionists stood up, the slightly fuller-figured one on the left quietly asked.

"Yes," He Ao nodded, placing the briefcase on the reception desk, "I am looking for Mr. Slanca in 1701, to deliver something. Can you contact him for me?"

The excuse this time was still the delivery of the Corpse Flower. He Ao prepared to deliver the Corpse Flower to Slanca in the name of one of Noad’s underlings.

Noad and his confidants had just died, so at this moment, his lackeys should still be squabbling over the assets, with no time to notify Noad’s employer. Moreover, most of these lackeys likely didn’t possess their boss’s employer’s contact information.

According to the customs of Aston District, these lackeys wouldn’t care about Noad’s employer anyway.

In other words, there was a high probability that Slanca had no idea his information had been leaked.

To maintain his cover, He Ao even went back to get two Corpse Flowers to put in a box, making it easier for Slanca to inspect the goods.

Of course, if this method failed, he had a Plan B. He was wearing a luxurious combat suit equipped with glider wings, allowing him to take an aerial route from an adjacent building, though it was more dangerous.

However, when He Ao spoke, the two receptionists did not seem surprised. They nodded knowingly, and without even asking He Ao to remove his mask for identity confirmation, they whispered to him,

"Mr. Slanca has already informed us. You can head directly to elevator number two, enter the temporary security code 1331, and it will take you straight to the seventeenth floor. The seventeenth floor is exclusive to Mr. Slanca’s residence. Just knock on the door when you arrive."

As they spoke, the receptionist on the left pointed out the location of elevator number two to He Ao.

He Ao was somewhat befuddled, "That’s it... that’s all?"

That simple?

"Yes, just go on up."

The receptionist’s smile was impeccable.

With suspicion, He Ao picked up the box and walked towards elevator number two.

It wasn’t until after he entered the security code and stepped into the elevator that the two receptionists slowly sat back down.

"Did you see that?" the thinner receptionist on the right suddenly tapped the hand of the receptionist on the left, "That guy just now, with those eyes, sickly yet kind of crazy, sick and mad, so handsome. Could that be the legendary ’sickly cute’? It really gets me."

"I saw."

The receptionist on the left rubbed her somewhat stiff facial muscles. "Definitely handsome. Alright, stop daydreaming. With his caliber, he probably earns more in one night than you do in four weeks. You can’t afford him, plus, he may not even be into women."

"Sigh," the receptionist on the right, resting her chin in her hands, said, "You think someone as handsome as he is, why would he do this kind of stuff?"

"For money," the receptionist on the left stretched out her hand to adjust her stockings, covering a spot where they were snagged, "We’re all dolled up here and it’s not like we’re doing any better than others."

"Sigh."

The receptionist on the right rested her chin in her hands and fell silent.

——

The elevator in this apartment building operated smoothly. After entering the security code, the screen in the elevator started to show the number for the seventeenth floor. Meanwhile, it displayed various playlists, allowing He Ao to pick music he liked to play.

He Ao casually selected a softer tune.

Accompanied by the light music, the elevator gently arrived at its destination.

With the elevator doors opening, a refined wooden foyer appeared before He Ao’s eyes.

There were several pairs of men’s slippers on the shoe cabinet beside the foyer, and at the very end of it was a thick, secure door.

He Ao stepped past the foyer and pressed his index finger on the doorbell of the secure door, ringing it.

There was no response.

Just as He Ao was about to ring the bell a second time, a hoarse voice came from the smart doorbell, "Who’s there?"

He Ao knew Slanca was currently spying on him through the smart doorbell camera. He raised the box in his hand, "Mr. Slanca, I’m here to..."

"You’re early."

Before He Ao could finish, his words were roughly interrupted by Slanca’s gruff voice.

"I..."

He Ao started to say something.

But with a click, the tightly closed door was slowly pushed open.

A man wearing a dark robe, with a long face and protruding jawline, and a somewhat stern and cold gaze, appeared from behind the door.

After glancing at He Ao, he raised his hand to reveal a mechanical wristwatch encrusted with gold and diamonds under his robe, "You’re half an hour early."

Then he sized up He Ao, finally letting his gaze linger on He Ao’s eyes.

"But not bad; I like your eyes. They provoke a sense of conquest."

He Ao: ?

Slanca gave a gentle wave, signaling He Ao to follow him into the house.

He Ao followed behind Slanca, and just as he had stepped through the doorway, the smart secure door behind him slowly closed.

"Mr. Slanca..."

He carried the briefcase, took a step forward, getting closer to Slanca, while at the same time, his hand slowly reached inside his clothing.

"Hey," Slanca, who was standing in front of the entrance cabinet, suddenly turned around, "Don’t be hasty, go take a shower first. I don’t really like the clothes you’re wearing. Luckily, I bought a nice set of clothes a few days ago, though they are a bit scanty on fabric."

Having said that, he reached out and pulled open one of the decorative drawers of the entrance cabinet.

He Ao: ?