The night in Shen City was as bustling as ever.
I turned into a dark alley, where some people who had just used Ares were acting wildly, gesticulating wildly.
A pile of condoms of various colors lay on the ground, reeking of rotting fish.
These past few days, the vast city of Shen had been engulfed in a frenzy of violence and sex. Women were all dressed seductively, their eyes flashing, often engaging in passionate kisses after only a few words of flirting, sitting on railings, pulling down their underwear, and getting down to business.
This was the poison of Ares and the Muse. This situation had spread from the MA party to more ordinary people, truly turning Shen City into a frenzied "magic city."
However, I was here to find the "Black Street," to obtain an identity that would allow me to walk normally.
Being an undocumented person is extremely inconvenient. You see, today's payment systems are completely digital, personal mobile devices are embedded with digital payment methods, and even ID cards are no longer necessary.
Most people have virtually no concept of cash, let alone receiving it… Without official identification, even taking a taxi is a luxury.
Like when following Xue Tang during the day, I lost her several times because of the numerous security cameras and pedestrians, making it unsuitable for fast movement through buildings.
This caused me immense inconvenience, and after much thought, the only place I could find to escape being an unregistered resident and obtain official identification was the powerful and influential Black Street.
Because the person behind the Black Street… is said to be the one known as the Queen of Shanghai.
"The Queen of Shanghai…" I murmured the name, a strange feeling welling up inside me, a strange sense of closeness.
"Isn't it here either?"
Reaching the deepest part of the alley, I still couldn't find the "gatekeeper." This was different from my memory. I remembered the location of the Black Street entrance only changing every few years, but I went to two or three different locations and couldn't find the entrance.
Does this mean my memory is stuck years in the past?
Thinking back on my journey, many things differed greatly from my memory, and my heart grew heavier. What had caused my amnesia?
And what was the reason for the urgency that kept welling up within me? All of this urgently needed an answer.
The clue to regaining my memories lay with Luo Xuetang. After all, a name I could recall even after losing my memory must be something special.
"Ahhh!"
Just as I was about to leave in disappointment, a girl's scream suddenly came from the depths of the alley. I followed the sound.
There, I saw several burly men dressed in black surrounding a petite figure.
The girl wore a tight black leather outfit, her dark hair tied in a side ponytail with a small bow.
A motorcycle was parked at the alley entrance, seemingly hers.
When I arrived, the scene appeared to have been the site of a fierce fight. The girl's clothes were disheveled, revealing her fair shoulders and half a breast. Her face was flushed, her brows furrowed, and she was panting heavily, yet her eyes still held a defiant glint.
A burly man had the girl restrained, her two snow-white arms pinned to the wall by his large hands. Her breasts could only rise high, heaving with her heavy breathing.
Seeing that the girl seemed to be out of immediate danger, I quietly hid at the street corner, intending to listen in and find out what was going on before rescuing the girl.
My body is extremely sensitive to sound and movement; even from that distance, I could clearly hear what was being said.
"Boss, how's the quality of this girl?"
One of the men in black asked the burly man holding the girl's small hand. The burly man, now the leader, chuckled and said, "This one's top-notch quality, much better than those girls who just use Muse and start acting all horny and self-indulgent."
"And she even has some martial arts background. This is exactly the kind of girl the boss needs."
As he spoke, the leader freed his right hand and slipped it inside the girl's clothes, grasping her round, pointed breasts. Clear finger marks appeared on her leather clothes as he kneaded and squeezed them, his ecstatic expression clearly showing his satisfaction with the smooth, supple feel of her breasts.
Seeing this, I couldn't contain myself any longer. This scene made my fists clench involuntarily; deep down, I felt completely unable to accept this happening.
Just as I was about to rush out, I heard the leader sigh, "What a pity, there's no beauty like that second young lady of the Luo family."
"Those breasts, that tiny waist... they're absolutely mesmerizing. The boss told us that if we catch her, we can have our way with her and take her back."
Hearing that name, my mind went blank for a moment. A strong sense of familiarity, accompanied by a slight headache, washed over me.
What does this name have to do with me?
"You're not allowed... to insult your Yutang!"
But before I could figure it out, the girl, who had been gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, suddenly exploded. Her slender waist twisted like a snake, and with her exceptional resilience and smooth skin, she almost broke free from the leader's grasp.
"Ah…!"
But the leader, unperturbed, gave a forceful tug. The high-quality leather jacket ripped open with a "whoosh," instantly revealing a pair of alluring, snow-white breasts that bounced provocatively, their delicate pink nipples particularly tempting.
The leader grasped one breast and pinched it, causing the girl to moan softly in pain. Her blush deepened, and her eyes seemed to well up with tears.
"Heh heh, used a special muse, still trying to resist?"
"Boss, should we check if she's a virgin?" The man in black beside her toyed with a knife, his eyes darting towards the breasts, licking his lips as he spoke.
The leader glanced at him and chuckled, "You little punk, can't get your hands on the second young lady of the Luo family? Getting itchy dicks?"
The man in black scratched his head, bowing and scraping. "Boss, calm down. Isn't it because the boss wants a virgin?"
"Even if she's not a virgin, it won't stop us brothers from having some fun."
The leader's face showed some emotion. Even from a distance, the girl's figure was slender and graceful, with exquisite curves. Her two small, full, pointed breasts drooped roundly at the bottom, perky yet full, exceptionally alluring and seductive.
The leader's hand slipped inside the tear in her clothes at the waist, directly touching her small, rounded mons pubis.
"Ah...!"
The girl suddenly cried out, her eyes filled with tears. Rough fingers parted her delicate labia, squeezing into a pool of moist, tender flesh. They moved in and out a couple of times, surprisingly tight, yet incredibly smooth.
"Hey, not a virgin."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding henchmen immediately became excited. Their boss preferred virgins, which was out of their reach, but non-virgins were no problem for them to do as they pleased.
The leader pulled his finger from between the girl's legs. The first two knuckles glistened with a sweet, slippery moisture. He put it in his mouth and tasted it, his eyes lighting up instantly.
She was the kind of girl with abundant virginity. It seemed he wasn't the only one who could have a good time...
Meanwhile, on the other side, I couldn't bear to watch any longer. I turned around the corner, my footsteps almost silent, and the men in black didn't notice me at all.
The girl, who was slightly turned towards me, glanced at me, her eyes glistening with tears, stubborn and unyielding. I smiled at her and put a finger to my lips, signaling her to be quiet.
A hint of doubt and surprise flashed in the girl's eyes. She blinked twice, as if to say she already knew.
But when I silently stood behind them, no one noticed, which puzzled me.
Judging from their footsteps, these people seemed to possess some level of internal energy cultivation. The one called the leader was almost at the pinnacle of his hidden energy realm.
However, their observation skills were at most equivalent to an ordinary person with better senses; they had no martial arts expertise whatsoever.
It was as if… they had been forcibly instilled with it by some method.
"Hey, didn't your mothers tell you not to bully girls?"
"Who...!!"
When a hand landed on his shoulder, the leader shuddered, nearly jumping up in shock. This was the first time, since gaining superhuman strength, he'd been touched from behind without warning.
If it had been a knife instead of a hand, he'd probably be dead by now.
However, the leader quickly realized the situation hadn't improved much, because his usual strength—enough to lift hundreds of kilograms—was completely useless.
A seemingly living force, flowing freely, surged from his shoulder into his body, like shackles binding his muscles. He couldn't move, not even speak; only cold sweat and a chilling expression remained.