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"Regular?" The disheveled man was also a bit drunk, his eyes bleary. He rubbed his bird's nest-like hair and then said, "I'll tell you, I live right here!"

Fang Ze: .....

Curious, Fang Ze asked, "Then, don't you have to work usually?"

The disheveled man waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "It's fine. I work at the library."

Speaking of this, he winked, "Official department, you know. Very leisurely."

Fang Ze was halfway between belief and skepticism, but he pretended to have a sudden realization on his face.

As the disheveled man took another drink, he casually mentioned, "When I graduated, I didn't want to work, and I was lazy, so I was looking for a job that was a bit more laid-back."

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"As it happened, I casually met a friend from the library."

"I saw him lounging around every day, not having to work, just playing and causing a stir outside."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I was envious."

"I asked them, don't they need to work?"

"They said, playing outside is their job."

"What's that called? It's called collecting market book information!"

"I just love that kind of job."

At this point, he laughed and then said, "So I took an exam and got into that department."

"On my first day in the department, I went out to have fun all day, and nobody thought there was anything odd about it."

"That's when I knew, I found the right department."

Fang Ze: .....

After sharing his own experience, the disheveled man, with his drunk eyes, asked, "By the way, Brother Gao Shu. I haven't asked yet, what do you do?"

Coming to his senses, Fang Ze replied with an "Oh," and then said with a smile, "Coincidentally, I'm also from an official department."

At Fang Ze's words, the disheveled man suddenly became a bit interested, "You're also from an official department?"

Fang Ze nodded and then seriously said, "Yes! I'm directly subordinate to the most mysterious organization in our Eastern region, the Dragon Group!"

"Dragon Group?" The disheveled man muttered the word to himself.

Fang Ze nodded again, and then, with a stern face, said, "Right. We are directly under the Eastern region, specifically overseeing major cases and violent incidents across various states and cities."

"If there's a case that the states or cities cannot or dare not handle, we take over!"

"So, the things others dare not touch, we tackle!"

"The cases others dare not decide on, we decide!"

"The people others dare not arrest, we arrest!"

"This is our Imperial Guards!"

Hearing Fang Ze's words, the disheveled man gave a look of admiration and raised his thumb in praise, "Awesome! Brother Gao!"

"From now on, I'll be counting on your protection, big bro!"

Fang Ze patted his chest, taking it all in stride, "Don't worry about it. Brother Zhang. We'll look out for each other!"

Saying this, the two clinked glasses and then downed their drinks in one gulp.

However, neither of them noticed that when they were drinking, a trace of "contempt" flashed in each other's eyes,

"Library, cunning as a fox... not giving anything away."

"Imperial Guards? Quite the storyteller. Even better at making things up than I am..."

Maybe they sensed they were of the same kind, or that the other was not easy to deal with, and progress was unlikely in the short term.

Thus, after having a drink together, they both pretended they were going out to have fun and left the bar together.

Out of the bar, the two warmly bid each other farewell, promising to hang out again next time, and without even exchanging contact information, they split ways, one to the left and the other to the right.

Once alone, Fang Ze started his own analysis as he walked on the street.

He suspected that the disheveled uncle's identity was not simple, a "god" or perhaps a "wolf."

The act of deliberately presenting a scruffy appearance to lower one's guard, yet speaking without slipping up, was clearly not your average person.

Fortunately, he hadn't expected to achieve much on the first day.

Just being able to blend in and get a preliminary understanding of the Red Light District and Paradise District was already satisfying his purpose.

The most important thing now was to make contact with someone from the Rejuvenation Society. He wanted to see what kind of person their contact in Emerald City was and how much information they had.

Thinking this, Fang Ze recalled the information Director Pang had given him, and then set off to look for that contact person....

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Meanwhile, in the opposite direction from Fang Ze.

The disheveled man scratched his bird's nest-like hair and drooped his eyelids, muttering to himself, "Who exactly is that guy? Crafty, isn't he?"

"Judging by his demeanor and actions, it's clearly his first time in the Red Light District. Although he pretended to be questioning, he was actually carefully gathering information and collecting intelligence."

"Plus, he occasionally takes the chance when I'm not looking to scan the surroundings and memorize the routes. Obviously, he is looking for something, or someone."

"Is he someone sent by an organization?"

"Here for the Flower Morning Festival?"

Thinking this, the disheveled man shook his head and pushed the thought to the back of his mind, "Nevermind. It's not important."

"I'd better keep looking around to see if I can find any clues."

As he said this, he waved the "Passionate Nightlife" magazine in his hand,

"A hundred flowers mark the beginning of good times, yet half the spring is gone before the Flower Morning Festival arrives."

"40 years ago, after the second Flower Morning Festival, the Hundred Flowers List was suddenly renamed to the Golden Rooster List...."

"Was it really just to avoid some taboo, that simple?"

"What secrets are hidden in this Red Light District? Is it truly related to the Flower Morning Festival....?"

"What secrets does this magazine hide?"

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