: Obtained Without Any Effort

As the orange-red twilight gradually faded into the night, the city lights—blue-purple, bright yellow, and a multitude of pink lights—sparkled, casting a vibrant glow on Caesar's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) face beneath his flowing hair.

Like a fleeting glimpse at the end of his life, it left him feeling suffocated with despair amidst his anger.

Caesar stared intently at Qiao Yuan. From that indifferent face, he realized that he had already lost miserably. He felt increasingly absurd and ironic that the last spark of hope had been extinguished.

But last night he revealed what Legalist Heavy Industries wanted: he now only wanted to drag everyone down with him, not just the Night Project, but also another, even more insidious, plan from the Twilight Group.

The verdict from the Legalist Heavy Industry that followed had become nothing more than noise. He stared at Qiao Yuan until gunshots rang out amidst the frenzied shouts of the surrounding crowd.

boom--

Everything has settled down.

Qiao Yuan finally looked away from Caesar's unseeing face, completely satisfied.

What he wanted was to break Caesar's defenses.

He just wants to dance on a grave.

He has always despised such scoundrels who appear to be selfless and talk big, but are actually unscrupulous.

Those arrogant and disregardful people deserve to die; Caesar was just the first.

He pulled his suitcase and left.

At the same time, in an open-air coffee shop above the west gate of the federal courthouse.

Simon, dressed in a casual plaid suit, leaned against the gilded railing with his left hand and held a cup of handmade coffee in his right hand, smiling as he looked at Qiao Yuan in the crowd below.

The blonde woman beside her was wearing a wine-red, deep-V, low-cut evening gown. Her ample bust stretched the neckline, revealing her gleaming white skin. She bit her red lips and spoke in a meaningful way: "You really are an interesting young man. However, I can't sense the presence of the night."

Simon narrowed his eyes slightly: "Maybe he hasn't gone in yet, or he's afraid to use it. It's okay, his intrinsic value is much greater than becoming a cultist."

"But we still need to find someone to try, after all, that's my friend, someone I know well."

"Veronica, don't let me down."

He glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eye, and she immediately understood: "Don't worry, Lord Simon."

After Veronica finished speaking, she tapped her temple. There were faint traces of a prosthetic implant next to her hair, which would immediately display a red interface on her retina.

The interface is divided into rows of black data. From the avatars displayed on the left, you can tell that they are either burly and menacing or cold and mean-spirited, all vicious and bloodthirsty mad dogs.

She flipped through the pages unhurriedly, a hint of interest creeping into her eyes: "Let the snake man go; he might just scare the kid to tears."

……

Qiao Yuan had already taken the bus home. He had originally planned to throw away his suitcase, but after thinking about it, he decided to take it back with him since his baby hadn't finished get off work yet.

On the way, he checked the schedule for tomorrow's Silver Moon Golden Ball Cup match: Rodel Lions vs. Chang'an Tian Ce, the same Tian Ce as the General Tian Ce.

The Lions, who have come from behind to win, faced the Tian Ce team, whose substitutes were injured one after another but who were getting stronger with each game. The Lions lacked strength but were in good health, which made this match a hot topic. Online discussions were about whether the Tian Ce team would defend their title or the Lions would make a comeback and win the championship.

Betting is now open.

He has less than 80,000 left in his account, and he plans to go all in after he and his baby get home tonight.

I almost forgot.

He used up all his timeline attempts for today and will have to wait until tomorrow. What a hassle.

Qiao Yuan increasingly felt that four times a day was not enough, and it was not enough when there were many things to do. Fortunately, a timely help came, and he could now do about ten breakthroughs.

He hadn't forgotten about finding the cult members of the nearby Night Church. Right, he'd ask Jack about it tomorrow; the other might know something.

Just then, the baby called.

"I'm off work, Yuan. I'm at Bubble Plaza on Donghai Avenue. There's a big red bridge here."

Qiao Yuan had just arrived home. He put his suitcase back under the bed in the bedroom, turned around and went out: "Wait for me, I'll be right there."

He quickly went downstairs, took a taxi to Bubble Plaza, and saw that it was located in the Garden District near the West Second Ring Road. It was said to be a beautiful, wealthy area adjacent to the Sunset District University Town, with many large-scale infrastructure projects, including artificial lakes and aurora-themed starry skies.

After twenty minutes of traffic congestion, they finally arrived. Qiao Yuan looked at the Bubble Plaza that came into view, and across the plaza, separated by a huge elevated road, was the Garden Area. The magnificent turquoise aurora bathed the night neon lights, and hundreds of millions of colorful stars filled the universe, as brilliant as a dream.

Qiao Yuan looked on in amazement. Although he hadn't passed by on the night of the 19th, he had caught a glimpse of it on the holographic image of the high-rise building he passed.

I thought it was beautiful at the time.

Looking at it now, it feels like entering another world; there's too much to see at a glance.

These must all be similar to the panoramic installations in cyberspace, embedded at the base of those floating buildings above, only their scale far exceeds his imagination, covering an area of ​​at least twenty or thirty kilometers in length and width. The main city is truly a place of extravagance and debauchery...

After he got off the bus, he quickly spotted Yan Baobao with her long pink hair in the crowd.

The baby was carrying a pink backpack containing a mecha suit, still wearing the same tight high-waisted jeans and beige shapewear long-sleeved shirt from this morning. With the rain, the air temperature above had dropped to twenty-two degrees Celsius, like autumn.

The other person is now standing on a two-kilometer-long red viewing bridge, looking at the dazzling aurora and starry sky of the garden area along with the countless couples, chatting and laughing passersby, and tourists taking photos with their phones.

Qiao Yuan walked over to the baby and leaned against the railing of the viewing bridge.

This is the eastern edge of the Sunset Zone. In front of us is a wide elevated road, about 300 meters wide. Under the dazzling neon lights of the night, countless floating vehicles come and go, stirring up gusts of wind.

When many hovercraft with metallic paint or glass shells fly over this area, the beautiful flowing light reflected from their surfaces often stretches infinitely before flashing by, just like the glare in those movie shots.

Being here, with the evening breeze blowing, there's an indescribable yet incredibly dreamlike atmosphere.

Yan Baobao gradually withdrew her gaze and smiled at him, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Qiao Yuan smiled and said, "Hey, it's my treat, okay? Let's go, anywhere is fine."

He had just realized once again that the baby's eyes were not looking at the beautiful aurora borealis, nor at the vast artificial starry sky, but at some kind of obsession...

This wasn't the first time the baby had looked up at the starry sky, but each time the longing in his eyes grew stronger.

He never asked, nor did he look at the timeline; everyone has their own little secrets.

Because every time he realized it, he felt that Yan Baobao was very cold, as if that was Baobao's true nature, just like how Baobao had always been unusually indifferent to outsiders since she was a child.

But whenever the baby notices his gaze, she will smile as if an iceberg is melting, a smile that is completely different from her cold demeanor.

At that moment, the baby smiled and said, "Okay."

Qiao Yuan turned around and walked with Bao Bao toward the Bubble Plaza behind the bridge.

As he passed an open-air barbecue restaurant, he suddenly caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and his ears twitched.

Behind the barbecue restaurant stood a bald, burly man dressed in a black outfit, a cigar dangling from his mouth, making a phone call while puffing out clouds of smoke.

"What? You guys got your hands on a hybrid psychedelic jellyfish? Hahaha, this thing is incredibly potent, I wonder how many stones we can get for it... Okay, see you at Old Henry's BBQ tomorrow night, same time..."

Qiao Yuan's heart skipped a beat. A hybrid jellyfish, exchanging its spirituality for a stone? Tsk tsk, it seems he's quite lucky.

These words seem obvious, but if he hadn't been to the wreckage area, he wouldn't understand them at all.

In other words, this is a conversation that only cultists of the Church of the Night can understand!

It's like finding a needle in a haystack, then finding it effortlessly. That's great! I'll check back tomorrow night.

The place is bustling with people and filled with the noise of crowds. It's the perfect spot for sneaky spying.

"Qiao Yuan? Do you want some?"

Yan Baobao tugged at his clothes and led him to the candied hawthorn stall in front.