“Gluttonous Beast Enhanced Stomach—let you enjoy everything, devour everything. Whether it’s lava or nuclear waste, you can personally taste the flavor.”

“Red Clay Mini Stove 8 Youth promi​niMax is now available! Powerful and cheap, the gun body is 3D printed with safe polyester material, non-toxic at the entrance. Red Clay Mini Stove, the only choice for children’s weapons.”

Pedestrians on the street wore all sorts of bizarre outfits, with various data cables and metal prosthetics everywhere—there were even more outrageous sights than the Tapaists.

The continuous drizzle and mist cast a hazy filter over everything. Looking at the scene before him, Jack Spencer felt as if it were both real and illusory, as though he were in a dream.

“So this is the metropolis?” Jack Spencer’s eyes widened to the extreme, staring out the window without blinking. Everything outside stood in stark contrast to his own experiences, as if they were two completely different worlds.

When the spaceship slowly landed, the injuries of both Jack Spencer and Paul Harris had completely healed—even Paul Harris’s severed arm had been fitted with a medical prosthetic.

As soon as the hovercar door opened, the bright world outside was suddenly filled with sound. Jack Spencer, suddenly appearing in this utterly unfamiliar world, felt awkward, not knowing where to put his hands. Everything was so strange to him.

“Hahaha! Bro! Let’s go! Let’s have a blast together!” Paul, unable to hold back his grin, casually walked over to a nearby car, raised his mechanical arm, and smashed the window with force.

Next, he pulled a data cable from his prosthetic wrist and plugged it directly into the port on the steering wheel. With a click, the car started.

Smash the glass, plug in the data cable, pull the door open—a series of smooth, practiced moves. Clearly, this wasn’t his first time doing this.

“Uh, this doesn’t seem like your car, does it?” “What do you mean, yours or mine? If it’s in my hands, it’s mine! Get in! Let’s go!”

Once Jack Spencer and the Tapaist got in the car, Paul floored the accelerator and shot off.

Paul didn’t care about any traffic rules at all, immediately switching to convertible mode and speeding the wrong way down the road. The wind rushing in blew Jack Spencer’s hair and scalp back, and the rain stung his face.

In the end, Paul even stood up, stepping on the steering wheel with his foot, raising both hands and cheering to the whole city. “Freedom city! Whoa!! Damn, I’m alive again! Come on! I made it back alive again! Hahahaha!!”

Amid the city’s near-light-pollution-level advertisements, faint gunshots could be heard, as if welcoming his shout.

“Damn! Get down right now! Are you crazy or high?” Jack Spencer punched him and dragged him back into the driver’s seat.

“Hahaha! Of course! What do you think I’m on right now?”

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Jack Spencer saw someone standing on a rooftop behind a floating advertisement up ahead, doing something. “There’s someone up there!”

“It’s nothing, just jumping off.” As soon as he finished speaking, the person in the distance leapt off.

With an e-cigarette in his mouth, {宋6pus} whistled in that direction. “Whoa! Bro, badass! Do a flip!!” As he spoke, he started livestreaming again.

The jumper seemed to hear him, struggling to do a flip in midair, then gave them the finger.

“Bang!” The person landed not far in front of the car, their head splitting open like a watermelon, scattering red and white everywhere.

Paul didn’t care at all, as if it were a trivial matter. He floored the accelerator, driving right over the corpse, the tires leaving two deep, bloody tracks in the rain.

“My god, what is wrong with this city?” While Jack Spencer was still stunned by what had just happened, the car stopped in front of a towering building. At the very top, the sounds of men and women panting were being broadcast, along with bursts of white fireworks.

{宋6pus} slung his arm around Jack Spencer’s neck and led him inside. The sounds of debauchery instantly replaced the advertisements, filling Jack Spencer’s ears.

Before Jack Spencer could even get a good look at the interior, Paul spoke up. “Where are the whores! I want to get laid!!”

Not far away, a catgirl in a miniskirt and glow-in-the-dark stockings rose up from inside a human-sized transparent champagne glass.

Soaking wet, she shook her tail, strutted over in high heels with a beaming smile, and called out sweetly, “The whore is here~~”

“Come lick him! He’s my brother! The kind you’d die for!”

The catgirl, exuding a cloying sweet scent, pressed up close, dancing around Jack Spencer, swaying her body against his, and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

The next moment, she bit her lower lip, thrust out her chest, spread her legs toward Jack Spencer, and a peach-pink light shot out, illuminating Jack Spencer’s gaping mouth and trembling pupils in shock. “It… it can glow?”

Paul Harris threw an arm around his neck, shouting loudly into Jack Spencer’s ear over the noise, “Bro! Welcome to Freedom City!!”

Chapter 13: No Money

“Wait, hold on.” Overstimulated, Jack Spencer forced himself to look away, gasping for breath.

“What’s wrong, darling? Do you hate me? What kind do you like? I can be anything.”