...He wants to protect Su Ming'an while everyone is watching?

"Well, see you later." Li Ming withdrew her gaze and turned to leave: "I have booked the service here, you can enjoy the night here."

After giving the order to Alan, she left and disappeared into the night.

Alan's brows were twitching, and he felt very aggrieved.

But soon, several beautiful android maids came up to him and grabbed his arms. They whispered softly, and their hands painted with khaki warmly touched his waist.

Their chips can control them to show the side that most satisfies him. The androids are born to serve mankind.

Alande's brows relaxed.

...Forget it, today is his originally scheduled rest day, let’s finish tonight first.

The technology in this city can provide people with ample enjoyment.

He took a seat on this luxurious floor and looked at the city at night. The dishes were made by machines and then processed by maids before being placed in front of him.

Ribeye steak, fruit salad, top foie gras, smoked salmon, raspberry mousse cake...

People in the fringe areas can only make a living by picking up garbage, but people in the core can already enjoy such a leisurely life.

This does not mean that the upper class are extravagant, wasteful, and bureaucratic. As the speaker, he has contributed a lot to the running of the city, and also contributed his own wisdom and strength. This is only "equivalent" feedback.

Those in the upper class enjoy the best food and do the most valuable work. Those in the lower class save resources and reduce waste - this is the concept of "maximizing resources".

Very ideal and reasonable.

In the warm and warm atmosphere, filled with the smell of alcohol and hormones, Alande sat down on the soft sofa, the loud music blew past his ears, and the white skin fascinated his eyes, as if he had fallen into a hazy dream.

.

This feeling of being served by someone and even being able to adjust your partner's personality anytime and anywhere is great.

Dimly, his ears were warm with wine, and he laughed.

...The life of high-end people is really good.

Whoever wants to go to a dirty place like the Dome belongs here.

This is the perfect city-state.

Su Mingan held the wheelchair and moved at an extremely slow speed.

Bags, scrap metal and other objects in the alley were piled up in the corners. Some drunken men snored, and the stench of garbage filled the air in the rain.

"...I'm so hungry. There's not much business today."

"I didn't pick up anything either. I have to go out tomorrow."

There were vague whispers and people talking, and the heavy rain slid down Su Ming'an's soaked clothes. He walked around the garbage and suddenly saw a bright light.

Under the dense night, the warm light in front is particularly obvious.

He approached and saw that it was a simple vending machine with a coin slot next to it.

He stared at the vending machine, and the rainwater slid down the transparent glass. He stretched out his hand and vaguely saw through the glass that his face was pale, his pupils were dark, and even his lips looked blue.

He felt dizzy, and when he touched his head, his forehead felt faintly hot.

...It was already dark, and there was only an hour before the night meeting. He had to hold on... just a little longer.

"when-

There was a soft sound, and when he touched the vending machine, a bottle of drink fell down, which seemed to have been left behind by the previous purchaser.

He picked it up and saw that it was a hot drink with orange juice. When he opened the bottle, he could smell the aroma of oranges, and the bottle was still hot to the touch.

In such a hazy vision, this faint fragrance aroused his somewhat hazy consciousness.

"Ah-" Just as he was looking at the drink, a female scream suddenly came from behind the alley, which was very loud in the night.

The surrounding doors and windows were closed, and people even turned off the night lights. No one wanted to care about this trouble.

Su Mingan turned the wheelchair and approached the source of the sound, getting closer and closer to the screams, getting closer...

He walked through the fine rain curtain and saw a man pressing down on a girl underneath the bamboo canopy, taking off her clothes and punching her.

Bright red blood spread outwards along the puddles.

"I have worked diligently and conscientiously for so long, but because of a mood monitoring incident, I was permanently dismissed from my position and was almost imprisoned in a shelter -

But you bitches like you can easily exchange your body for money. There is no work pressure! You don’t have to worry about emotional overload at all, and it’s still fun!

It’s so dirty, so dirty! This city is so dirty, and the Dawn System is also so dirty! If I have to be judged as emotionally overloaded, then I’ll just be overloaded!

Anyway, I can’t go back, my files are dirty, I’ve already..."

The middle-aged man who was roaring suddenly heard the sound of the wheelchair being withdrawn.

He stopped violently, turned around, and saw Su Ming'an not far from him.

Under the violent heavy rain, the middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot.

"...It's you." the middle-aged man said.

Su Mingan remembers this middle-aged man who was suspended from his job because of emotional overload on the street and asked the inspection team for help. The middle-aged man's name was Pulitzer Jamming.

At that time, the middle-aged man was still thinking about his wife and daughter. He was holding his briefcase and thinking about asking the inspection team for help before going home for dinner. There was still light in his eyes.

…but now it seems there’s nothing left.

Goodwill, conscience, morality, and stability are all lost by middle-aged people under the intensification of what is judged to be emotional overload.

He became a criminal in the true sense of the word.

Dawn System's evaluation of him came true.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…

Seeing Su Ming'an in the wheelchair, the middle-aged man burst into laughter,
Chapter completed!