<h4>Chapter 890: Quiet 2</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    There were all many tidily-dressed men and women waiting inside the mansion.


    After that, they were arranged rooms, and chose their style of entertainment. By style of entertainment, they meant the surroundings required to satisfy any guest.


    If you liked food, for example, they would bring you into an environment made of high-quality low-radiation food. The room was made of chocte, the bed made of milk candy, and all the nts in the garden were sweet fruits, whereas the swimming pool was filled with milk.


    If you liked pretty women, they would also take you to a special ce, where all the pretty women around you were naked, and there were sex toys everywhere, so you could just grab a woman whenever and y with them however you liked.


    If you were gay, then there were all the best men for you to choose, beautiful ones, handsome ones, strong ones, cool ones, dressed in all sorts of uniforms to seduce you.


    In this mansion, whatever you wanted, other than the luxurious Level One food and drinks, everything else you desired could be fulfilled whenever. Even if you liked killing, they would arrange people for you to kill, one after the other, in however many ways you wanted.


    This, was the Paradise Mansion, the meat people mansion in mountains!


    “Everyone here is a meat person?” Garen walked at the very end of the line, observing the many people lined up in two rows, weing him in. There were men and women, young and old, but they all had one thing inmon—their eyes were lifeless and dim, only a very few just barely had a hint of consciousness, but the rest had stiff robotic movements.


    “Yeah...” Little Bitch replied softly. She was clearly slightly scared, grabbing Garen’s arm tightly, her whole body practically pressed against his. “Everyone here has had chips imnted, they can’t escape at all. Some of them only have the IQ of a seven- or eight-year-old, but some others are slightly smarter, they were once normal people whomitted crimes.”


    “Seriously...” Garen shook his head, he had learned even more about the cruelty of the radiation belt.


    In the hall, Vendant very wisely retreated, leaving Anda, Linda, and Graen standing in front of the choice pirs in the main hall.


    “You can choose your style of entertainment here, if they don’t have it, you can describe what you want yourself, and enter it using Willpower. If there aren’t any conflicts with the main system, you can make new entertainment areas to your own liking,” Anda introduced. “I’ve yed here a few times, it’s really not bad. Too bad the highest-grade anti-radiation medicine onlyes in small shippings for the peak-level people every year, because if you can take off your hazmat suit here to y, that would truly be paradise.”


    Anda was evidently a lot more rxed than before, he looked at Garen.


    “This is your first time, Garen, so y to your heart’s content. When you choose an area here, no one can enter without your permission, so you can fulfill any dark thoughts or fetishes here, hehe...”


    “Boring,” Garen replied calmly, and nced casually at the choices there.


    Killing, pretty women, pretty men, gourmet food, dog pen, theme park, torture...


    There was a long list of entertainment modes, it even covered the whole side of the pir. There was even a second page, he gave it a nce, and saw at least a hundred options there. There were even categories.


    “You have to choose one, this is the Paradise Mansion, if you don’t choose any entertainment, when word gets out, no one will believe you’re straight,” Anda approached Garen and said with a dark smile.


    This made Garen, who was going to choose the quiet option, roll his eyes. His finger moved andnded on a random choice, he was toozy to even look at it. Other than the violent ones, there were even many written in strange symbols he could not understand, and the mode he chose was one of these strangely-coded ones.


    “Let’s go.” Garen saw the pir indicate where he needed to go, and in the midst of Anda’s darkughter, and Linda’s helpless gaze, he led Little Bitch and strode into a small door that had automatically opened on the left.


    Anda carefully chose an option on the stone pir, and also walked into a small door, hugging the blonde girl.


    Only Linda was left, but her gaze shed a little. She did not pick any option, but instead walked out of the hall, and raised her watch outside the door to project a virtual keyboard. After tapping out a simple code to spell out a secret message, and delivering the mail, she finally returned to the pir and picked the quiet option, leading the pretty boy into a small door.


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    Flying Batoid City, City Master Quarters.


    At the peak of the tallest mountain tree in town, there was a huge empty hall. At the very top of therge empty ck space, there was a huge throne, and a huge bald fat man, seven or eight meters wide, five or six meters tall,y there.


    The fatty was covered in fatty flesh, hisyers of flesh falling downwards due to gravity, and piling on top of the flesh underneath that, forming folds like a thousandyer crepe. From afar, he looked like arge pile of white flesh made into a mountain.


    The fatty’s two triangr eyes kept blinking, and he bit a long ck pipe, half a meter long. in his mouth. There were two naked voluptuous women by his side, constantly massaging his body and head.


    “The ones who hade this time are ckboard Academy’s Inner Courtyard elites, you must be extra, extra careful with how you greet them,” the fatty instructedzily, looking at Vendant who was kneeling on the floor beneath him.


    “I greeted the three lords with the First-Grade rules, please do not worry, City Master,” replied Vendant loudly, his head lowered.


    “That’s good.” The City Master nodded, but his chin was too fat, so the action was not very noticeable. “Pay attention, and see if you can get some techniques regarding Repair Troughs from them. Our own Repair Troughs stillck too many critical techniques, if we canplete it quickly, we can also quickly form the Poison People Division.”


    “Also, don’t let the other City Masters know that the three lords are here.”


    “Yes.”


    Vendant got up and was about to leave, but suddenly he touched his earpiece, where his subordinate’s report wasing in.


    He frowned slightly.


    “There’s one more thing, Lord City Master.”


    “What is it? Speak,” the fat City Master said calmly, puffing from the pipe.


    “One of the three lords wants to borrow our military strength to go out and find some people.” Vendant paused. “It is that new lord, codenamed Garen, it should be his first time in the radiation belt.”


    “Oh? It’s the easiest to get good things out of new lords like that... Not bad, not bad, fulfill his desires. Since he’s looking for people, send the best Panther Squad out, and have them obey his every word.” The City Master waved his hand generously.


    “Yes, I will give them the order to mobilize now,” replied Vendant respectfully.


    Neither of them noticed that a pitch-ck insect was blinking itspound eyes in a dark corner of the hall. Its entire body was madepletely out of cold mechanics. Through some invisible waves, the voices here were transmitted to a faraway distance.


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    Inside the ckboard Region, in a certain private estate in ckboard City.


    F strode towards the second floor of the mansion, his expression dark, and saw a carefree young man watching the TV projected onto the wall, holding a remote control. Behind him, there was a pretty girl carefully fanning him.


    That bastard, there was automatic air-conditioning right there, but he just refused to turn it on.


    F cursed him inwardly.


    “Where’s Big Bro?” he asked the young man quietly.


    “I don’t know... Five, why do you look so unfortunate? You look like a dead dog, y’know~~” The young man made no attempt to hide his jest.


    If it weren’t that he could not beat this son of a... F felt as though the veins in his forehead were going to pop.


    “It was just an ident.” Suddenly something urred to him, and he tried his best to reply in a nondescript manner.


    “ident?”


    The young man looked just like those regr hooligans on the street, his short hair dyed blonde, and he even left a small lock of white hair hanging over the left side of his forehead, all curled up, as though he thought he looked handsome and flirtatious. His white lounge clothes did not match his dark skin, the clothes themselves were luxury items worth more than ten thousand, but when he wore them, he looked like a backwater bumpkin lord.


    “Yes, an ident.” F acted as though he did not want to talk about it.


    “Interesting.” The young man lifted his watch and checked it quickly. When he saw the process, he was instantly even more interested. “You were beaten up that badly by a newbie?” He smiled,pletely hooked. “Interesting, how very interesting!”


    “What’s it to do with you?! I’ll deal with it myself, I’m warning you, Ice Dragon, I’ll deal with my own matters! If you dare to interfere, I won’t consider you my brother!” said F coldly.


    “Five, that’s where you’re wrong...” The young man called Ice Dragon stood up. “You’re all alone, and you only got a few kitties under you. If you don’te to me, your big bro, when stuff like this happens, people will say that my little brother doesn’te to me even when he’s in trouble, and then how will I face the world?!” he said loudly, patting his chest. “Rx, and leave this to me! I’ll deal with that punk for you directly!”


    “It’s my own–” F acted unhappy, but before he could even finish his sentence, he was suddenly pressed down by a heavy pressure. For a second there he waspletely shocked, and could not say a thing.


    This guy got even stronger...!


    Ice Dragon’s hands pressed down on F’s shoulders, as he was all smiles.


    “We’re brothers, and you still act so distant...” All of a sudden, his expression instantly became icy cold. “Are you really trying to make me lose face...!” Hints of cold killing intent emanated from him, keeping F locked down tight.


    This madman!


    F’s heart grew cold, and he no longer dared to provoke this person, so he forced out a smile.


    “Of course not...”


    “That’s best.” Ice Dragon smiled again. “Recently Big Bro’s men are starting to leave some hints, everything goes ording to n. In just two more months, we can probably sessfully obtain that person’s information.”


    “So fast!” F’s expression changed slightly.


    “Get ready, then... Three Marshals and One Star or whatnot, I’ve wanted to meet them for some time now...” Deep-seated killing intent shed through Ice Dragon’s eyes. “But before that, I’ll go settle the kid that bullied my brother, that’ll be my appetizer...”