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Chapter 312 Boom!

The day passed in tranquility, but as evening arrived, a light rain began to fall from the sky.

In the pitch-black alley, the rain pattered dully on the roof, and the neon glows of the billboards reflected on the puddled ground, creating a fascinating display of intoxicating colors.

Leaning softly against the wall under the eaves, the woman watched passersby with a warm smile amidst the drizzle.

Sometimes, the night marks the beginning of some people's lives.

Especially at the very base of high-rises, in the slums known for chaos and filth, the night comes alive with indulgence and debauchery!

Perhaps because they're already rotten at the bottom, all that's left of life is to enjoy it to the fullest.

In a bar hidden within Black Alley, pushing open the door reveals a nearly eardrum-shattering blast of music, with dazzling blue and purple lights and the shadowy figures of a dancing crowd under dim, hazy lighting.

In a corner of the bar, on a booth, sits a blond, blue-eyed man with a gentlemanly smile.

But contrary to his polite exterior, the man is engaged in ungentlemanly behavior, with a woman on each arm, pouring a bottle of liquor into one of them, ignoring her flushed cheeks and look of distaste.

"Cough..."

After being forced to finish a bottle, the woman wiped her mouth and managed to pull a pleasing, bright smile. Satisfied, the man stuffed a handful of bills into her arms.

The sight of the money made the woman's eyes shine.

Instantly, the woman snuggled beside the man on his right side couldn't resist moving closer, her eyes seductive as silk.

The slums aren't without their share of brash, free-spending individuals, and most of them are actually high-dwellers looking for thrills.

They appear gleaming and lofty on the surface, viewing those who struggle to survive in Black Alley as beneath them, yet at the same time, they can't resist reveling in the Carnival Paradise created by the very dregs they despise.

Those from the upper levels think they're bestowing charity, showing pity.

But to those at the bottom, these high-dwellers are simply fools with more money than sense, fat cats!

Different perspectives yield different thoughts.

The atmosphere among the three of them is fervent, yet no one notices the peculiar restraint hidden deep within the blue eyes of the blond man.

Until a woman wraps her arm around his neck, coquettishly suggesting, "Mr. Chris, how about we go somewhere else?"

The man's eyebrows twitch and he gives a mischievous smile, "But I prefer it right here."

The two women are momentarily taken aback, glancing at the wild dance party beside them, their hearts racing as they involuntarily lick their lips.

Oh, how exciting!

Not to mention, this 'fat cat' is quite the looker, so this deal is definitely a win!

—What the man did not anticipate was that the two women would actually be willing!

So, in the dim corner of the bar, on the plush booth, it looked like they were about to engage in a lively 'fairy fight' in full public view!

Watching silently, Xu Shuo: "..."

Are you really going to do this?

Epsilon.

In the next moment, the blond, blue-eyed man suddenly sits upright, pushing the women off him, and uncomfortably states, "Wait, let me check something on Micro-end."

"Oh..."

The woman responds softly, continuing to be hands-on.

Pretending to have checked a Micro-end message, the man's handsome gentlemanly face fills with irritation, "What a killjoy, there's a problem at the company, I need to leave now."

"Eh?" Hearing this, both women are startled.

"Good girls, I'll come back for you next time."

The man pulls out several handfuls of bills, shoving them into their embrace. The scattered cash falls onto their seat and as they hurriedly pick it up, they look up only to see the man's figure quickly receding.

Pushing through the crowd, the man swiftly exits the bar.

It's still raining outside, but the ground at the very bottom is mostly dry, with only a narrow alley receiving any drops, where the dirty water trickles out from a corner.

After distancing himself from the bar, the man slips into an alley.

He straightens his disheveled clothing, then pulls out a handkerchief to meticulously wipe his hands, face, and body.

No one knows that he actually has severe mysophobia.

And it's a severe phobia of the opposite sex in particular, but to effectively carry out his missions, Epsilon needs to disguise himself to appear ordinary.

But...

Being spied on by the bureau chief during a mission is utterly embarrassing!!

And why did it have to be at that moment!?

Epsilon takes several deep breaths, struggling to suppress the urge to live on another planet—or rather, it feels more like needing a different brain to use.

Xu Shuo didn't notice anything amiss, but, checking his current position, he speaks up again.

"Move further back, the whole district is..."

Upon hearing this, Epsilon is startled and can't help but look back.

This district is a well-known Carnival Paradise in the lower levels, filled with all sorts of unrestrained, violent, passionate, and dark chaos that can get a person's blood pumping, where even the death of a nobility from the upper levels wouldn't be surprising.

However, there's never been something as wild as this—

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The officials are planning to demolish the district!

Since tracing Paradise Bird's new base of operations, Epsilon had been lingering nearby.

But having learned of the New An Bureau's and officials' plans during the daytime, he had already moved away from the base. The bar he was just in actually wasn't within the range of Paradise Bird's base.

Nonetheless, the officials decided to seal off the entire area to execute their demolition plan.