Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 727 - 398: The 7th World: City of Darkness, Where Ch

"Dear passengers, the train is about to arrive at Xihu City station."

"Unless necessary, please do not disembark randomly. If you encounter suspicious individuals or sudden issues, please contact the train patrol in time!"

As the announcement echoed, the train slowly halted at the station.

Lu Yuan followed the crowd out of the platform, looking ahead, his eyes brightened.

Despite having researched extensively online about Xihu City before ing here,

when he first set foot in this place, he was still captivated by this city where prosperity and poverty coexist, chaos and order intermingle—a dark city.

In front of the platform.

Tall buildings formed a dense cluster, adjacent towers lined up.

Densely packed smart flying vehicles, like swarms of bees, swiftly shuttled between the skyscrapers.

On the clean and wide roads, flashy sports cars roared as they raced recklessly through the city streets.

Robot panions, Zero-Type Mechas, bioengineered humans, and heavily made-up, scantily dressed, sexually provocative women openly soliciting on the streets...

All these made one feel as if they were standing in a science fiction-filled cyber-industrial city!

"It seems Xihu City is not as chaotic as I imagined."

Lu Yuan tightened his grip on the briefcase in his hand, not letting down his guard.

After Old Li’s earnest persuasion, he was acutely aware of the darkness and evil lurking underneath this seemingly calm and harmonious city.

Many naïve young men and women who first arrive in Xihu City are deceived by this façade, subconsciously dropping their guard.

As a result, their organs would be sent to some underground trade place that very night.

Not long after Lu Yuan walked out of the platform, a man in camouflage attire wearing a baseball cap approached him and asked in a low voice.

"Odd changes are unchangeable?"

"Symbols look at quadrants."

Lu Yuan instinctively responded.

"Hello, my name is Wei Dong, Master Li has informed me about you."

Having pleted the street code.

The middle-aged man raised his head, revealing a pale, stubbled, weathered face.

"Hello, Brother Dong, I look forward to your guidance."

Lu Yuan said honestly, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Relax a bit, this is Yunxiao Group’s territory; no one dares cause trouble in the city,"

Seeing Lu Yuan’s internal tension and unease, Wei Dong explained.

"Yunxiao Group?"

Lu Yuan nodded, silently noting the name in his mind.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you to the repair shop."

Wei Dong acted decisively, driving out a two-seat heavy truck from the parking lot and motioned for Lu Yuan to get in.

Lu Yuan sat on the passenger’s seat, placing the briefcase on his right thigh, never releasing his grip.

Wei Dong glanced at the briefcase but said nothing more, starting the truck and heading towards the city.

The roads of Xihu City were an intricate network that seemed like a vast web.

Through the glass window, Lu Yuan occasionally saw, at certain street corners or bar entrances, several homeless people lying around haphazardly.

They were emaciated, with sallow plexions, drooling, bodies trembling uncontrollably on the ground, like walking corpses.

Yet their faces displayed unprecedented pleasure, as if they were lost in some earthly bliss.

But the next moment.

A garbage truck stopped by the roadside, and two sanitation workers, one in front and one at the back, lifted those homeless people and tossed them into the rear partment, disappearing without a trace.

"Xihu City prohibits fighting during the daytime, but various illusion substances are rampant here. If you don’t want to end up like them, don’t accept any food or drinks from strangers,"

Wei Dong said calmly while driving.

"Thanks for the reminder, Brother Dong."

Lu Yuan’s expression became more serious.

The interstellar era’s illusion substances are numerous, with countless unimaginable effects, any one of which can permanently damage the nervous system.

If not careful, even a low-level cultivator could bee addicted.

"Xihu City is a mix of good and bad, criminals abound, and most people’s power ranges from Tier One or Tier Two Martial Artists."

"Without using mechas, it would be difficult for them to pose any threat to me."

Lu Yuan pondered to himself.

As Hulao Star’s largest underground black market, Xihu City naturally attracted a large number of powerful individuals.

Just during this journey, Lu Yuan saw several Mecha Masters, Spiritual Mind Masters, or Superpower Users.

But the next moment.

Out of the corner of his eye, he tensed abruptly, sitting up straight unconsciously.

For across the street.

A dozen burly, robust men were guarding a luxury car.

Dressed in black tactical gear, their aura was formidable and terrifying; almost all of them had the power of Tier Two Martial Artists.

Soon the car door opened.

A handsome young man in a white suit stepped out of the luxury car, then walked into a lavishly decorated hotel surrounded by a group of bodyguards.

The reason for Lu Yuan’s strong reaction was the slight spiritual energy fluctuation he felt from that young man.

No mistake.

Since Lu Yuan became a Tier One Martial Artist, his perception had greatly improved.

Even across the road, he could clearly sense the spiritual power emanating from the other party.

Although this wave was very faint, it was enough to convince Lu Yuan.

That young man was definitely an authentic cultivator!

From the previous grand scene,

it appeared the other party might hold a high status and identity in Xihu City.