Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Doesn’t Want to Become a Night City Legend

Chapter 322 Primary Area
Inside the room, Lu Mingfei and V used the excuse of 'resting' to avoid being seen by outsiders.

They could only talk for about half an hour to an hour. Few people came to the Crystal Palace to sleep. After all, even Kree was just a show-off in the Crystal Palace.

Similar to a famous bard in the palace, or a clown.

After getting ready, Lu Mingfei and V walked out of the room.

By this time, they had changed their clothes, and their well-fitting suits allowed them to blend perfectly into the environment.

He straightened his bow tie and walked toward the side door, where the androids in the corridor quickly came to greet him.

She was dressed in a uniform similar to that of a flight attendant, with a polite and warm smile, but her eyes gleamed with a green light. After confirming the guest's identity, she asked in a clear voice.

"Which activity would you like to experience first?"

The entertainment facilities inside the Crystal Palace are indeed extraordinary, but at least on the surface, they are still within the realm of human imagination.

【casino】

Pushing open that heavy, ornate bronze door, the view instantly opens up.

Lu Mingfei couldn't recognize these types of gambling; he wasn't a gambling addict.

Therefore, only the parts he can recognize are used as a reference.

[Splash splash splash splash]

The clattering sound of steel balls pouring from the pachinko machine filled the space. The roulette machine spun, dice bounced in their jars, dealers clattered as they laid out the pai gow, and girls cheered loudly… On the deep blue gambling mat were 'retro' gambling tools; sensors on the edge of the blackjack table glowed blue as the chips moved. On the roulette table, an ivory ball glided along a virtual track.

The dealers have uniformly numbered, porcelain-white faces, and the interface on the back of their necks faintly flashes a breathing light. They wear suits on top and fishnet stockings on the bottom. They are absolutely loyal to the customers they are responsible for, and can even be described as docile after being tamed. However, if the customer needs a different attitude, they can switch it off very well.

While handling the cards, they constantly observe the reactions of those around them. When a guest loses three rounds in a row, their irises immediately switch to a calming amber color, and sweet words are readily offered.

The world's wealthy, as if possessed, drive here from all directions with suitcases of cash to gamble. For them, winning or losing doesn't matter. When a person has enjoyed all the world's riches and honors, at this moment, only 'excitement' can satisfy them.

It challenges humanity, ethics, and even physiological instincts.

Therefore, many wealthy people in Lu Mingfei's era had quirks, such as liking little girls, especially the simple and honest kind.

For the wealthy, gambling is a precious experience of "loss," a chance to pick up tons of numb numbers and slam them down, as money flows out of their pockets, like a prostate massage taking something else with it.

So whether they win or lose, they can get the experience they crave. What they want is the thrill of consecutive victories, and their desires rise as the stakes increase, as high as the Tower of Babel in the Bible. What they want is the joy of its sudden collapse, like the Tower of Babel being destroyed in an instant... and finally, their wishes are fulfilled.

The thrill of those ups and downs made each gambler grimace as they pushed out more chips, anticipating either annihilation or triumph.

The sure way to win at gambling is to bet on both sides—this statement was perfectly reflected on the faces of this group of people.

When the chips piled up in front of them, their hearts would instantly reach a state of fulfillment. At this point, they would pull along the androids next to them, or female companions, or follow their attendants to the more advanced 'flesh area' to vent their desires in the most primal way.

In the cylindrical aquarium at the center of the casino, schools of fish swim together. In the highly polluted year of 2077, most of these fish would have been considered extinct by the world. But now it seems that the term "extinct" may just be a way to add more value to the collection here.

"Hu~~"

Lu Mingfei was a little nervous and a little scared, but so far, it seemed to be an 'ordinary' casino.

But as he looked up, he saw an even more astonishing array of 'entertainment projects'.

A large screen is placed directly above the casino.

Lu Mingfei couldn't make out the colorful patterns inside, but they seemed to resemble stock market curves. Speaking of which, Lu Mingfei had heard of a conspiracy theory from his time: that most of the world's wealth was concentrated in the hands of Jews, and their method was to establish an organization similar to a 'church,' where already wealthy members of their own race would share information. They would inform members two or three months in advance about upcoming market trends, and even predict potential major disease outbreaks. Whenever a new Jew was born, they would be drawn into the organization, their minds imprinted, becoming part of a giant cog in the machine, further concentrating the already concentrated wealth.

In the past, in order to prepare for the IELTS exam, Lu Mingfei would specifically practice his English. He would visit websites where he could communicate face-to-face with foreigners. Occasionally, he would hear Jews from across the ocean boasting about it, but he never believed it.

It seems that Lu Mingfei doesn't know whether the Illuminati or Freemasonry exist, but at least there is indeed a huge interest group in this Crystal Palace.

Above the casino is a display of daily market changes, more than enough for the people inside to make the right judgments.

As expected of a venue that even the Kree was not qualified to enter, just by entering the first floor of this Crystal Palace, people can obtain unlimited wealth that the outside world would flock to.

Besides these curves, a casino is still a casino, and there is a gambling element on that huge screen.

The only difference is that the two parties involved in the bet are [companies].

In Night City, there's often a dead-man lottery where people guess the number of deaths from the previous day, while in Crystal Palace, people guess the demise of [companies], [groups], or even [nations].

All the seemingly lofty words are just nouns used in the game here.

“It’s just crazy.”

V said coldly.

"What if we blow this place up once we get the information?"

"World chaos, economic collapse, and reshaping of the global order—none of these concern us," Lu Mingfei replied.

It's not impossible to blow it up.

Anyway, he's the 'President'.

He wanted to overthrow these fearless rulers.

As he passed through the security gate, he pretended to trip over the carpet and casually placed his left hand on the decorative pillar, where a nanoscale scanning patch had already adhered to the marble surface.

Lu Mingfei continued installing beacons as he walked forward.

He and V participated in some gambling, using funds that had been prepared in advance, which Murphy had seemingly inexhaustible reserves for them.

It would be too strange for Kerry, who was visiting Crystal Palace for the first time and was neither an entrepreneur nor a member of a conglomerate, to skip directly into the casino area.

So they participated in a few rounds as a token gesture. With their keen eyesight, the wins and losses were basically under control. Even in cyber gambling, they could roughly discern the patterns.

But in order not to alert the enemy, they deliberately lost a lot.

[Decoding complete; the upper and lower levels of the casino area have been determined.]

Just then, the little spider also spoke.

"Damn! What a piece of trash game!"

As a member of the Crystal Palace's lower level, Lu Mingfei perfectly portrayed the emotions that a big star like Kerry should have upon arriving here, walking into a deeper area amidst the polite but deeply mocking smiles of the crowd.

They have limited time.

(End of this chapter)