"Welco to Paradise, Mr. Lynch, and this is...," Horn stood at the door like so sort of mystic, greeting everyone. He seed to have deliberately imitated the Shepherd’s attire.
This made him, and everything here, seem absurd.
Who would have thought there was a "Land Beyond the Law" within the Federation, it’s so damn magical!
"Austin," Lynch gave him a gentle reminder.
"Yes, and Miss Austin, thank you so much for coming. I guarantee it will be an unforgettable night!"
Horn was very enthusiastic. He shook Lynch’s hand but did not extend his hand to Austin, which was not in line with social etiquette.
Following the lead of a girl, Lynch and Austin entered the interior of Paradise Island.
"Do you have a mission?" Lynch slowed his pace slightly, creating so distance with the girl ahead, and asked a question that caught Austin off guard.
Seeing her expression, Lynch knew he had guessed correctly. "Do you need so private ti?"
Austin’s expression was a bit complex. Before she ca, the Military Intelligence Bureau had found a way to contact her, hoping she could gather so information about the island when she and Lynch entered Paradise Island.
After all, it was too close to Bupen, and any issues happening here could impact Bupen, the political center.
If it were a scandal, the ripple effects could be even wider.
People are always remarkably forgiving of themselves while being extrely strict with others or other matters.
Paradise Island should not beco a ticking ti bomb; it needs to remain safe.
Austin’s task was to co to the island with Lynch and conduct a relatively free preliminary investigation about the island’s inhabitants and so content.
There was no particularly detailed target; she had great autonomy.
She thought Lynch wouldn’t know, but now it seed she had clearly underestimated his judgnt.
"Just a little ti will do!" Austin answered honestly, not thinking her mind could best Lynch’s in this regard.
Lynch nodded slightly, "You’ll go to the restroom to touch up your makeup in a bit, and then get lost, understand what I an?"
"If you’re not back in fifteen minutes, I’ll ask them to find you, so it’s best if you return within fifteen minutes or hold out for more than fifteen minutes."
Not only did he find an excuse, but he also prepared for the follow-up, leaving Austin with no desire to even speak.
She wasn’t sure whether what she intended to say was also within Lynch’s anticipation.
The entire shape of Paradise Island is like a spindle, and this was verified by research from so experts, conforming to so sort of dynamics shape, reducing the impact of water currents on artificial islands to the minimum extent.
The island has dense vegetation, all transplanted directly from other places, ensuring that every villa is completely independent in space and privacy.
No matter what you do in your house, it won’t disturb others.
Paradise Island has a total of one hundred and twenty-eight villas, all of which are currently sold out, but there are rumors that Horn still holds a dozen unsold ones, though there are buyers lined up.
Paradise’s port has only one, and you can only enter from this port; the surroundings are sheered sea cliffs, and they’re quite high, making it impossible to climb up without alerting the guards.
From the dock, you enter a huge comrcial street, gathering all the top luxury brands from the Federation and so world-class luxury boutiques, along with various other services, restaurants, an opera house, a cinema, and various sports fields...
Almost everything you can enjoy elsewhere, you can enjoy here.
This is the benefit of being wealthy.
From the mont he stood on the street, Lynch felt an unparalleled sincerity!
It was already mid to late November by this ti, and the weather was very cold. The temperature in Bupen had dropped to about twelve or thirteen degrees, with a possibility of dropping to zero with one wave of a cold front.
On such a cold day, the streets were full of... those stunning girls.
They wore the simplest clothing, or one could even say they weren’t dressed; just two nipple covers with gold or silver tassels, and a very thin, small bottom piece.
All the girls were like this, very enthusiastic, constantly dancing passionately or accompanying so of the guests.
So were servers.
Apart from the girls, there was also a group of big boys dressed similarly. They were all very handso, wearing only a bottom piece, exhaling as they walked on the street.
Compared to the girls, they had an added fake collar, a black tie, and two fake sleeves.
A certain peculiar scent filled the air, a surprising one!
Austin looked blankly at these people, including the shopkeepers inside the stores, also dressed in this manner.
They seed to have completely discarded any sense of sha, like robotic figures from a science fiction novel, only appearing human but not being human!
Wouldn’t they find it extrely... awkward?
When others are relatively well-dressed, they are almost naked here, like a collision between civilization and primitiveness.
Even the savages from backward tribes feel uneasy and ashad when they see well-dressed civilized people.
But not these people; their smiles don’t seem fake.
Austin doesn’t know that here, they can earn at least twice the outside salary, with more commissions. That’s why these people smile.
From the mont they set foot on Paradise Island, they have entered the Middle Class.
In the Federation, what is most abundant are such pretty girls and handso boys.
Such "premium resources" in many people’s eyes are not just cheap in the face of capitalism; they’re quite ordinary.
Just like the little maid in Lynch’s house, a girl from a small place.
Back in that small place, she was almost the only goddess in the hearts of all her peers.
But in Bupen, in Lynch’s villa, she’s like a nervous little pet, always afraid of being abandoned.
Not to ntion lowering the head she never bowed to others; she’d even kneel on the ground with her butt in the air, while gently swaying to accentuate her identity and role.
If youth could be sold for money, they wouldn’t hesitate.
"Mr. Lynch..." The girl walking in front stopped in the middle of the square, and at this ti, there were quite a few people like Lynch here.
"Our focused activity ti is set for 8 o’clock in the evening. Before that, you can freely move around with the ladies beside you."
"On my left is the Paradise Island Opera House; we’ve invited the Federation’s best opera troupe to serve as a permanent performing team, dedicating wonderful performances to every distinguished guest."
"This is the dining area, where the Federation and even the world’s best chefs cook als for guests..."
"This is the indoor stadium, currently featuring tennis, bowling, billiards, and cricket."
"Whether you’re playing with friends or alone, you can enjoy yourself; we’ll arrange professional athletes to fill any gaps to ensure you experience the best service and joy!"
"This is the Paradise Island Casino, where most known gas are gathered; you can gamble against the casino, other guests, or any gaplay related to gambling, we can support."
The girl nearly introduced all the places here, and Lynch doesn’t want to eat now, it’s a bit early. Nor does he want to watch a movie, gamble, or do sports.
He looked at Austin, giving her the chance to choose, "Where do you want to go?"
Austin ca with a task, she knows Lynch is giving her a chance to complete the task. She hesitated, "Where’s the most crowded place now?"
The girl paused slightly, apologized, and walked over to a nearby phone booth.
Yes, there are still public phone booths on the island. She picked up the phone and dialed a number, returning about ten seconds later, "Now the opera house is the most crowded."
"Then we’ll go to the opera house," Austin looked at Lynch, who nodded.
Lynch doesn’t really like opera, it has nothing to do with his personal artistic taste; people will always have things they don’t like.
For example, you can’t say people are picky just because they don’t like eating poop, that’s ridiculous.
Dislike is simply dislike, purely dislike.
The two followed the girl to the opera house.
Entering here doesn’t require a ticket because today is an event day, but it will in the future. The girl briefly introduced, about four hundred bucks a ticket, two people will be over eight hundred.
Just sitting for a few hours costs a family two or three months’ inco; no wonder opera has never been embraced by the public!
Entered the opera house, found a seat, and suddenly Lynch got a bit interested in opera.
Austin’s face was slightly red, "Is the opera outside like this too?" she asked Lynch softly in his ear.
At this mont, the actors on stage were very strange, below their necks, they wore nothing, no clothes, not even underwear or a single hair!
Above the neck, however, was as normal as any opera performance, exaggerated makeup making people feel a sense of dramatic effect.
Lynch was also a bit unsure, "I don’t know, the operas I’ve seen are pathetically few; maybe... this scene is just like this?"
In fact, even using one’s butt to think, actors might have so exposure when the plot needs it, but it can’t be entirely exposed; this opera performance is very abnormal.
But surprisingly, Lynch found himself starting to like watching opera.
No other reason, just simply liking it.
Appreciation of art!
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