Chapter 3

Since it's a system, there should be some kind of interface or introduction, right?

But as Zhao Yu carefully examined his mind, he couldn't see anything, not even the words from the previous message.

This made him bang his head hard, but still, nothing happened.

What the hell is this!

The voice spoke too quickly just now, and he didn't hear it clearly. He only remembered some terms like "hexagrams" or something. He couldn't help but wonder, could this so-called encounter system be for fortune-telling?

Then, did I draw a good sign or a bad one?

Tsk tsk tsk...

Zhao Yu couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed. If he really got a system, it must be the simplest one in history, right?

He wanted to try a few more puffs of the cigarette but found that it had already gone out when he was coughing violently.

Sigh!

He searched his memories and found that Zhao Yu in this world was in a very poor financial situation. He lived in a dormitory apartment, ate at the police station cafeteria, and his savings didn't even exceed four digits.

From the current situation, his salary as a detective was his only source of income.

Terrible!

In the past, when he was a gangster, he enjoyed luxurious meals every day, with abalone, sea cucumber, and fish maw. Although he didn't live in a mansion, he often saw fiery girls (working in nightclubs) around, and his life was quite carefree and enjoyable.

In comparison, his previous job seemed to have better benefits, but the danger level was much higher than being a police officer. Moreover, there were too many small people in that line of work, and it was easy to be framed and killed. He was a living example!

Zhao Yu roughly browsed through the memories in his mind and found that this parallel world was not much different from the original one, except for some details. For example, in this city with the same name, there were no familiar place names or people, no familiar gang halls, and no acquaintances or friends he knew.

However, even if they were here, those people wouldn't recognize Zhao Yu anymore, because the current Zhao Yu is a police officer!

Sigh!

No more thinking!

Zhao Yu shifted his gaze to the present. The car was not far from the city's famous red-light district. He decided to find some fun and enjoy himself first!

After the car stopped, Zhao Yu put the taxi driver's pack of cigarettes and the lighter into his pocket. Seeing the fare of 29, he directly took out his police ID:

"Major Case Team on duty, thank you for your cooperation!" Zhao Yu said with a stern face, "I've noted down your license plate number. Look forward to receiving your good citizen award!"

Without waiting for the driver's puzzled expression, he opened the door and walked away.

In his memories, the original Zhao Yu was a good boy who had never been to such places for entertainment. But the current Zhao Yu was an old hand at it. He knew that the fun places didn't have a main entrance.

So, he turned into a hidden alley and soon saw a small iron gate with several young men and women queuing up.

Don't look at the old and shabby iron gate; behind it was definitely a luxurious and high-end place.

Zhao Yu didn't have the patience to wait in line. He walked straight to the gate.

A staff member with a nose ring and a muscular build stopped him: "Sir, our bar is members-only. Do you have a membership?"

"Get lost!"

Zhao Yu cursed with a single word, spitting on the man's face. He pushed him aside and walked in, pulling open the iron gate.

In Zhao Yu's mind, certain rules didn't apply to him. The staff member, despite his imposing figure, didn't know Zhao Yu's background and could only watch as this poor but aggressive guy disappeared from his sight.

Sure enough, it was an ultra-luxurious private bar, with dazzling lights and a magnificent atmosphere. Many passionate and provocatively dressed young men and women were shaking their heads and dancing wildly in the dance floor.

Zhao Yu knew that such bars were usually not run by legitimate businessmen but by powerful groups. They handled everything from ownership to operation. In the past, when he was a gangster, Zhao Yu had overseen multiple venues, so he was quite familiar with this.

He naturally knew that in the dark private rooms of the nightclub, many unknown illegal activities were taking place. Catching criminals would be a piece of cake.

However, today, Zhao Yu was here for fun. He just wanted to solve his problem of increased male hormones. Looking around, he quickly locked onto his target.

At the bar, a graceful lady was leaning. She wore a black and white casual suit, with a plump and excellent figure, and a face that was exceptionally alluring.

Her cheeks were flushed, and several empty wine glasses were in front of her, indicating that she had already drunk a lot.

Such women were usually easy to approach. Zhao Yu secretly rejoiced, thinking he could easily win.

"Beautiful lady, are you alone?" Zhao Yu asked before he even sat down, using a classic pick-up line, "Would you like another drink? I know a cocktail recipe that will make you lose your mind. Are you interested in trying it?"

The woman looked at Zhao Yu with a playful and mysterious gaze, burped, and laughed, "Handsome, your opening line is outdated! Haha... I'm not a pure and innocent girl, I don't play with feelings!"

Oh...

The moment the woman spoke, Zhao Yu understood that this graceful lady was here for business, not a virtuous young girl.

Originally, Zhao Yu was here to pick up a girl, not to spend money.

He wanted to change his target but felt reluctant. First, this woman was too outstanding, and there was no one more attractive on the scene. Second, everyone else was in pairs, making it harder to approach them.

Sigh!

Zhao Yu steeled his resolve, thinking, "If I have to spend some money, so be it! Just for comfort! It's also a celebration of my successful穿越 (穿越 means '穿越' in Chinese, which can be translated as 'transmigration' or '穿越' in this context)! "

So, he sat next to the woman and continued, "Beautiful lady, how much is your affection worth?"

"Hmph!" The woman coldly snorted and held up three fingers, "True love is priceless, but for a night, it's three thousand! Also, I can't go to your place or a budget hotel. At least a four-star hotel, or I won't even consider it!"

"Damn!" Zhao Yu slapped the table, "Are you robbing me? Three thousand? Four-star hotel? What the hell... I ask you... can you give me a discount?"

"Handsome, you seem to be an expert!" The woman said without raising her eyes, "You should know that my price is non-negotiable! If you can afford it, let's go now, and I'll guarantee your satisfaction. If you can't, scram, don't waste my time!"

"I... damn..."

Zhao Yu searched his memory and found that the money in his card wasn't enough to even book a budget hotel. So, he angrily cursed the woman, "Fine, I choose to scram!"

Unexpectedly, someone might have overheard their conversation. As Zhao Yu moved away, a man in a designer suit sat in his place with a stack of cash.

"Let's go, girl!" The man chewed gum and slapped the money down, "I'm not short of money. Tonight at the Shangri-La, let's go for three hundred rounds, how about it?"

The woman's eyes, which had been vacant, suddenly sparkled when she saw the money. She pretended to be shy and nodded, following the rich man without hesitation.

Before leaving, she didn't even glance at Zhao Yu. Zhao Yu was so frustrated that he clenched his fists and glared at the flirtatious couple, thinking, "Gold-digger, can't take it!"

Just as Zhao Yu was glaring, he suddenly saw someone at the side of the bar.

This person was wearing a black windbreaker and a baseball cap, with his head lowered and the collar of his windbreaker raised high, almost covering half of his face, leaving only his gloomy eyes visible.

This person's eyes had never left the gold-digger woman who was drinking earlier. Now that the woman had left, he was still staring at her, as if deeply attracted.

Since the woman left from behind Zhao Yu, he ended up making eye contact with this person.

"What are you looking at!?"

Zhao Yu thought he was mocking him and directly flipped him the middle finger.

The man in the windbreaker trembled slightly as if scared and hurriedly left the bar, disappearing in a blink.

Zhao Yu ordered the cheapest cocktail, just to satisfy his craving, but suddenly remembered something important!

Damn!

Could this man in the windbreaker be—him?

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