novelraw Chapter 1364 - 178: Undercover
Chapter 1364 - 178: Undercover
But the further down you go, in worse-off places, there’s no such leisure and elegance.
The burdens of life always make it hard for people to stand up straight,
and a nine-to-five job comes with a boss’s nagging on top of it all.
Even at midnight, many workers just coming off shift are walking out from the city’s underbelly, filled with mechanical roars and air pollution.
They tread on dark, slippery alleys, returning to their tiny homes where sunlight never reaches, yet they strive with all their might to maintain a living in this city—their only concern is their family. Earning money to create a better life for them is their lifelong pursuit, or rather, the life of these beasts of burden.
However, even these beasts of burden can’t help but feel a deep-seated pride when they think of the splendor within Bai Yujing, believing that they’re "doing alright" after all.
Because if you’re out in the wasteland, life truly isn’t worth more than a dog’s.
In the wasteland, even in towns under the best department chiefs’ governance, you’ll find countless criminals and gang members running rampant, where violence and oppression are rampant.
Not to mention occasional monsters popping out, hungry for people; one careless move and a family may be destroyed, living from one day to the next becomes a luxury, let alone living well.
But inside the city, it’s different. Even in places like the lower levels of Bai Yujing, where people from all walks of life are mixed, order prevails. Although some criminals hide here as undocumented citizens, no matter how vicious or formidable, they have to toe the line.
In the city, a dragon must coil, a tiger must crouch.
In the city, people like us, the poor, can live as humans, not as animals.
Because here it’s really fair! Really safe! Really free!
This isn’t Eric "idolizing Bai Yujing", deliberately taking digs, but his genuine experience speaking as someone who once moved into the city with great difficulty from the outside.
Not just speaking, he has at least two experiences.
The first one is from his brother Light, who, back then, was in danger because he married a beautiful wife. Now the brother’s wife has passed on to him, and they have had several children in the city.
The second one is even more direct, because it comes from what’s happening to him right now.
Eric pulls a cart filled with food and water, walking openly through a dark alley, and nobody pays him any heed.
After taking several twists and turns, he finally enters a warehouse that almost no one visits to deliver the supplies. He knocked on the door and humbly said, "Sir, everything you wanted is here. Are you satisfied with my service?"
The other party replied with a "hm", closed the door, and handed over a black plastic bag filled with money.
Eric opened it and counted—one hundred whole bills!
"Look, even those high-and-mighty Transcendents have to show us respect once they live in the Lower District. Despite such a high markup, they still have to give our service a five-star rating!" Eric thought to himself, feeling triumphant.
He had long suspected that the person inside, who appeared cultured like a male teacher, was anything but simple, yet he still felt his life had reached its peak.
In the next second, everything went hazy, and suddenly he thought he saw a full moon.
Uhh, a full moon?
Living in the Lower District, how long has it been since he’s seen such a beautiful moon?
He really wanted to call Madeleine and the others to come and see it...
Eric’s thoughts stopped at that moment.
His body slowly disintegrated in place, like a rigid snowman crumbling into debris. If you looked closely with a magnifying glass, you’d find the edges of these fragments neatly square. It’s just that they were cut so finely, they looked like minced meat.
Blood mixed with meat debris, carrying the fiber fragments of clothing, slowly flowed down the roadside drainage ditch into the deeper sewers.
Inside the discreet warehouse, Brook White, who was drinking tea, shook his hand slightly and looked towards the door.
A figure flashed repeatedly, forcing its way forward. He was tall and imposing, wearing a long coat, his face shielded by a hat, with red tadpole runes still flickering on the cheeks that were exposed, and a wide leather knife pouch hung at his waist. It was Yan Hui, who had retreated from Xu Shu’s house.
"Commander Yan Hui, what are you doing? That was something I paid for," White pointed to the outside, asking with some curiosity.
Given his strength, he could naturally sense that the worker who had been fetching supplies for him had utterly vanished from the world.
And it was Yan Hui who did it.
Why did Yan Hui kill an ordinary civilian without reason? White didn’t understand.
Yan Hui sat down, poured himself a cup of water, and said expressionlessly, "I didn’t like his hairstyle."
"Hairstyle? What hairstyle? This guy’s really capricious..."
White muttered to himself silently, quickly waved his hand to let the two men beside him out of the door, remembering to instruct them, "Deal with that guy’s family, make sure things are clean, don’t attract attention from the Judgement Department."
After arranging for someone to clean up the mess, he commanded the remaining men to pack up and prepare to leave.
Even after taking care of it, this place could no longer serve as a hideout.
All blame to Yan Hui, killing people out of nowhere. That guy’s wife was actually quite attentive, especially with that scared-to-scream look, she was quite a gem... Bishop White silently criticized in his mind.