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Chapter 1652 Presidential Election (Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"Yes, I've only lived here for less than two months," the man said slowly.

"Have you heard any strange tales or urban legends about this apartment building? Have your long-time neighbors heard anything about it? Or are there any frequent disappearances?" He Ao continued to ask.

“No,” the man shook his head. “This building is quite nice, nothing particularly legendary, just too expensive. Oh, there have been disappearances, though.”

He paused, glanced in the direction the gang members had left, and said fearfully, "But most of them are related to those gang-related loan sharks."

"Okay, I understand." He Ao nodded, expressing his gratitude.

He also raised his gaze and looked in the direction the young people had left.

——Ten minutes later——

Light snowflakes drifted down from the sky. In the narrow alley, He Ao's figure slowly moved forward, heading towards the street on the other side of the alley.

“Big guy, do you think our parents were bullied like that uncle when they came to Willenth?” Siwei, sitting on He Ao’s shoulders, lowered her head and said softly.

Hearing this, He Ao was silent for a moment. "I've never heard them say that."

“Me too.” Siwei lowered her head.

Neither of them brought up the topic again.

He Ao walked out of the alley and looked at the street ahead.

The streets were somewhat deserted in the early morning, and the sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

This area is not far from the New Future Building and appears to be an entertainment-oriented commercial district.

The bright neon signs shone brightly in the snowy night, and some drunken customers walked out of the doors of bars and KTVs.

He Ao stood at the entrance of the alley, quietly watching the people coming and going.

Ahead of him, a black luxury sedan slowly drove out and stopped in front of the brightest and largest bar on the street.

A large, imposing figure stepped out of a luxury car and, greeted by a crowd inside the bar, walked into the bar.

From He Ao's vantage point, he could just see the man's profile.

"Who's that? He looks like a big shot." Siwei peeked out slightly, watching the figure walk into the bar.

“The gang leader of this area,” He Ao said casually.

He chased after the group of thugs and clearly sensed from their thoughts that a 'big shot' was coming to the area that morning.

"Let's go." He Ao lowered his head and walked out of the alley.

"Where are we going?" Siwei was slightly taken aback.

He Ao looked at the information in the smart glasses
[Kaino]
[Class C criminal]
[Bounty Amount: 1,970,000 Federal Credits]
[Bounty Requirement: Execution, violence permitted]
[Criminal record: Hiring murders, establishing illegal violent associations, attacking company caravans, assassinating city councilors, assassinating cabinet members, organizing loan sharking, robbery, organized murder, human trafficking, organizing illegal sex trafficking, organ harvesting, organizing underground trade fairs]
[Ability: Possibly a C-level extraordinary individual]
“Go ask for some information,” He Ao quietly looked away from his glasses and walked towards the most bustling bar, “and maybe get some money.”

-

Inside the bar

The limping gang member stood in front of a burly, bald man amidst the bustling crowd, sobbing and pleading, "Boss, you have to help me! We don't know where that kid came from. If everyone's like this, we'll have a hard time collecting loans in the future."

"That guy sounds like he's involved in the underworld. Why would he suddenly cause you trouble?" The bald man frowned. "Did you mess with him? Otherwise, why would he suddenly appear to be a hero?"

"How could I dare?!" the lame young man said quickly. "I really don't know where that guy came from,"

He turned around and showed his legs, "Look how badly he beat my legs."

But before he could finish speaking, the bald man in front of him turned around and ran to the other side, saying, "We'll talk about your matter later. Mr. Keno is here now."

The young man wanted to say something, but the bald man ignored him and ran off in a flash.

He followed the bald man's gaze and saw a large, black-clad man walking through the gate, surrounded by a group of sexy women.

In the midst of their conversation, a beautiful woman accidentally knocked over her wine glass, spilling the wine on the ground in front of the man in black.

His bald boss reacted quickly, taking off his coat and throwing it on the ground to cover the liquor, allowing the man in black to walk past him without getting any alcohol on his feet, his face full of fawning smiles.

The lame young man stared wide-eyed at everything.

Although he knew that an important person was coming today, he did not expect it to be someone of this caliber.

He shrank back, trying his best to move aside and step against the wall, afraid that he might accidentally block the way of the important person.

That bald boss really will kill him.

The surging crowd passed right in front of him, carrying delicious drinks, and the air was filled with the scent of expensive perfumes he had never smelled before.

But he only dared to cower tremblingly by the wall, not daring to do anything.

Soon, the man in black was escorted to a private room on the second floor.

The hall fell silent again.

Seeing the crowd disperse, the limping young man limped to the spot where the bald man had taken off his clothes and picked up the jacket from the ground.

"Hey, now the boss should praise me." He looked at the coat in his hand and limped toward the elevator.

-

Second floor
Outside the bustling private room, the man in black broke away from the crowd and walked with a smile toward the restroom.

Several burly bodyguards, including the bald man, followed him to the bathroom. Several bodyguards wanted to follow him in, but the man in black turned around and glanced at them.

The group immediately stood still and guarded the outside of the private room.

The man in black entered the restroom, and just as he pushed open the stall door, a voice suddenly rang in his ear, "Mr. Kenno, you're using the restroom in person?"

Keno suddenly raised his head and looked to his side.

A young man covered in fur stood beside him, smiling at him.

He immediately raised his hand and punched the young man without hesitation.

But in the next instant, his hand was grabbed by the young man and then twisted violently.

Snapped--

With a crisp sound, his hand was snapped off.

“I’ll ask, you answer,” He Ao said calmly, looking at him.

But Keno didn't stop at all, and immediately swept his leg towards Heo's lower body.

He Ao raised his foot and stomped down, breaking the leg that had been swept out.

With a crisp sound, He Ao lowered his head and continued to ask, "In recent years, have there been any unusual events or missing persons cases in the Future Building or even the surrounding area?"

Keno raised his other hand, nudged Heo closer, and threw a hook punch at Heo's cheek.

He released his grip on the hand that was holding him, reached out and grabbed the other hand, twisted it in the back, and broke that hand as well.

He lowered his gaze, looking at Keno, and frowned slightly. "No?"

Keno looked at Heo, opened his mouth, and was about to shout.

He quickly reached out and grabbed his throat, then twisted it gently.

click -

With a crisp sound, the entire bathroom fell silent.

All of this happened in a very short time, with only a few consecutive crackling sounds before and after.

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“Mr. Keno is really something,” the bald man standing outside the door said with a smile, looking at the two bodyguards outside. “He makes such a fuss even when he goes to the toilet.”

As he spoke, the smile on his face instantly froze.

He exchanged a glance with the security guards on either side, then suddenly pushed open the door and looked into the restroom.

All I could see was that the bathroom window was open, and a cool breeze carrying the snowflakes blew into the bathroom, bringing a slight chill.

-

Heo stood on the neon sign outside the wall, carrying Keno's body, leaving the body leaning against the stairwell window below. He reached out and lifted Siwei, who was peeking out of the toilet window, and placed her on his shoulder. "Don't peek into the men's restroom."

"Ugh···"

Siwei sighed with some regret.

“You seem quite disappointed,” He Ao said with a slight raise of his eyebrows and a smile.

“Actually, I’ve already looked it up online. It’s just a few cubicles,” Siwei said, crossing her arms. “It’s not a big deal.”

He smiled, picked up Keno's body, and jumped off the edge of the shelf.

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The lame young man limped up the stairs, clutching his coat and humming a tune as he went.

Then he saw a figure hanging outside the window.

It was a large, black-clad man. He stared wide-eyed into the window, his entire expression frozen in shock at that moment.

He was already dead, his life had long since ended, and he was hung outside the window by some force.

The lame young man stared wide-eyed at everything, his mind going completely blank.

The next instant, the man in black was lifted up by some force, and then a phantom flashed past the window.

Before the lame young man could even see clearly, the figure had already vanished.

"Mr. Keno has disappeared!" "Mr. Keno has disappeared!"

Just then, a noisy commotion came from upstairs.

The lame young man lowered his head, looking at the clothes he had picked up, somewhat bewildered.

Snapped--

Just then, a slap landed on his face.

He looked up and saw the angry bald boss.

"What are you still standing there for? Go find Mr. Keno." As he spoke, the bald boss snatched the clothes from his hand, casually threw them into the trash can next to him, and headed downstairs.

The lame young man turned his head and looked at the chaotic first floor.

He had a feeling that no one cared about his affairs anymore.

It's likely that for a long time, no one will care about those 'loans' anymore.

-

The headquarters building of the Abnormal Association.

Bright lights illuminated the office, and a media television on the wall was playing a replay of last night's program.

Two men are standing on the platform, debating with each other.

On the left is a handsome man in his forties or fifties, wearing a navy blue silk suit and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle. He stands in front of the microphone and says slowly, "The Federation is indeed in a predicament right now, but the Federation's experience over the years has taught us that the market can always effectively solve problems. As long as we further loosen market regulations, encourage conglomerate investment, and create more jobs, then the current predicament will be insignificant."

“No, the problem has never been the investment, but the conglomerates,” said a young man in a white suit on the right. He looked to be only about forty years old, and his voice was youthful and powerful. He looked at the man opposite him. “Mr. Svino, do you know how high the unemployment rate is in the Federation right now? Do you know where all these unemployed people live?”

He raised his hand, looking at the audience below the stage, "Their houses were seized by the banks, their cars were auctioned off, and all their valuables were used to pay off their debts, but they still can't repay those snowballing debts."

"A cold or pneumonia can bankrupt anyone."

"The streets are filled with tents set up by the unemployed. The lack of a fixed place to live makes it even more difficult for them to find stable jobs. However, the conglomerates continue to lay off employees and reduce workers' income."

"These unemployed people burdened with debt can't afford anything, so the conglomerates can't sell their products, which further reduces their revenue, but they don't think about the reasons behind it."

"If turnover is insufficient, reduce wages, lay off employees, or close factories. In any case, their profit margin must be guaranteed."

"Greedy financial conglomerates also use this to issue high-interest loans, making it even more difficult for people to consume."

"The vast majority of people, who are the main players in the market, cannot afford the most basic goods, so more things cannot be sold."

His gaze fell on the camera. "The Federation's current predicament is not about investment, but about security. We should protect the health of every individual in the Federation, ensuring they can all enjoy affordable and accessible healthcare."

"The maximum interest rate should be lowered, more low-interest loans with federal guarantees should be introduced to spare people from the ravages of high loan interest rates, and all kinds of underground loans should be strictly investigated to eliminate high interest rates."

"Employee benefits should be increased..."

Jingle Bell--

The shrill ring of the telephone echoed in the office. Denor lowered his gaze, glanced at the title 'Presidential Candidate Television Debate' on the television program, and then pressed the mute button on the remote control.

He raised his hand and answered the phone.

He quickly said something on the other end of the phone, then nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I understand. The meeting is scheduled for this afternoon. Notify everyone."

After saying that, he sighed softly and put down the phone.

His gaze was fixed on the phone, looking down, as if he had no interest in watching television programs anymore.

After a brief pause, he put his hand back on the phone.

Time's almost up. I wonder how that kid's experiment is going. The probability of triggering Sky City is too low. If it fails, it's about time to give up.

He gently gripped the phone.

It's about time we found him a plane.

Let me make a phone call to confirm first.

He picked up the phone.

In that instant, he abruptly turned his gaze to the window, "Who?"

His body tensed instantly, and he placed his hand on his waist.

As he spoke, a tall shadow appeared outside the window, followed by the sound of the window being pulled open.

A figure wearing a tiger-skin coat appeared outside his window.

Upon seeing the figure, he vaguely felt it was familiar. After a moment's pause, he lowered his voice and tentatively asked, "Loren?! How did you get up to the nineteenth floor?"

“They climbed up from the outside,” He Ao said casually as he squeezed into the room through the open window. “That way they can get here faster and avoid the security check downstairs.”

Denon's strength was higher than he had imagined. Being able to detect his movements outside the building solely through his senses meant he was probably a genuine B-rank.

"You climbed up from the outside?" Heo's answer startled Denon, and then in the next instant, Denon suddenly realized something, his eyes widening slightly. "You went into Sky City, and then came out again?"