Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1622: Chapter 74: Devil’s Paradise (Part 2)

Whenever she gracefully appears at a gathering, she can effortlessly become the center of attention, captivating everyone.

When she departs, the young man accompanying her is invariably the one who arouses the most envy. She blooms like a spider lily, with its fatal allure yet heartlessly indifferent, silently disappearing after capturing everyone, leaving behind a striking halo that cannot fade.

It’s a kind of mesmerizing magic power.

When she left Hydefield, officially joining the army as a staff officer and heading towards the war fire, the circle of young people in Hydefield seemed to be suddenly hollowed out. Although outwardly, they appear lush and full, in everyone’s heart, the joyful era of youth has ended.

The distance in the starry sky is not enough to sever the attention paid to her. One could say, everything that happens to Margaret is seen by those who care.

Even if these young people do not yet have the strength to understand everything about Margaret, their elders, hoping they will stand out among numerous suitors, will one day seemingly casually inform them of the latest news about Margaret.

Every piece of news quickly becomes the hottest topic in the circle.

Compared to those conversations that almost all young people discuss during the awakening of youth, Margaret heading towards war offers the circle more to ponder.

She is a pioneer.

Many know that at eighteen, she independently commanded a battle.

Even her enemies have to admit that in this circle, what Margaret has done is cool. She has already moved ahead of everyone, unwittingly pulling away the distance between them and her. Looking afar, one can only see that dazzling halo surrounding an attractive figure, inaccessible.

And now, she’s back! On her first day back with Hastings, she issued an invitation to this circle.

No one can resist this deadly allure, whether they are friends from that youthful age, or enemies.

Everyone who received an invitation is meticulously preparing, giving more importance to the evening gathering than those initiated by their family elders.

It’s not just because of Margaret, but also because of the Leray Fatty she brings.

And, in that war-ravaged world, those astonishing, shocking, moving, or disdainful tales, even those delighting in others’ misfortune.

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At nine o’clock in the evening, the city lights already shine like thousands of stars.

The night is tranquil. The hustle and bustle of the day is out of reach for most people, gathering only in a small section of the city.

Without a doubt, 9th Street in the center of Hydefield City is the most bustling area for nightlife.

On this five-kilometer-long street, artistic space cities emit dreamlike lights in the night sky. Flying cars flow ceaselessly in the street center, with large shopping malls, luxury brand stores, nightclubs, virtual amusement parks, and bars lined up along both sides.

Everything radiates a kind of intoxicating atmosphere amidst flashing neon lights and large advertising screens.

Well-dressed gentlemen hold the hands of slender and beautiful companions, ascending the steps. Valets catch the flying car keys, and doormen diligently open the doors. Bartenders twirl and dance the cocktail shakers in the air, while beautiful and sexy waitresses weave through the reds and greens of lights.

On the enormous bar TV screens, competitions begin in some place—be it fighting, racing, horse racing, or football. Those who placed bets watch intently, intermittently erupting into thunderous roars. Red, gold, white... all sorts of colorful liquor quickly depletes, turning into more elevated and exhilarating emotions.

Youths erupting into conflicts fight in bars or nightclubs, with police cars going around putting out fires like firefighters. The whole district is bursting with a kind of pathological fervor.

Yet all this has no connection to Devil’s Paradise nightclub atop the Alaska Space City.

This nightclub can be called the most top-notch one in all of Feiyang. Like a sovereign seated high on their throne, the city lights beneath are merely a backdrop.

Only those luxurious flying cars that make people gasp, those figures common people must look upwards to see, can pass through a roadblock at a flashing police car-lit overpass below, soar upwards, leaving the earthly splendor and clamor eighteen hundred meters below, to directly reach this paradise-like place.

Millionaires are but bumpkins circling below the fiftieth floor of the Alaska Space City, parking their cars in the underground lot.

”Whose enterprise is this?” Fatty asked like a country bumpkin, dumbstruck as he looked at the police cars behind, turning back to the Devil’s Paradise nightclub in front, resembling a divine palace standing atop a giant’s head.

”Shahui.” Margaret, dressed in a black V-neck tight-fitting dress, lazily sat on the spacious leather couch of the flying car, her slender straight legs curled up, her jade-like toes and delicate ankles like a flawless perfect artwork meticulously crafted by God.

”Don’t know her.” Fatty smacked his lips.