Capítulo 32: Neon Light District

In the neon light district, Lawrence observed the noble and his entourage, the scenario unfolding before him, under the garish glare of neon lights.

The noble seemed ostentatious, showcasing his privileged status by parading around with the beauties, clinging to them like a trophy.

A sense of disdain painted across Lawrence's features.

"Those beauties must be blind to let that disgusting man wrap around their waist," Lawrence commented, feeling disgusted by the scene. It was as if a flower was being placed on freshly dung made by a cow.

Nevertheless, there wasn't much he could do about it, having understood the women merely let that disgusting cow dung touch them because of the shining money they could receive.

As if their high status meant anything since corruption was heavily scrutinized by the Queen. If they attempted to use their status and forcefully capture women, then once caught, the execution of their entire family would occur.

Of course, that was just an if situation and whether they'd be caught was a different story.

He was the perfect example of getting away with such crimes without being punished in any form.

"The kingdom really needs a lot of cleansing." Lawrence shook his head, glancing at his school uniform and the rest of the people within the neon light district.

It was clear that if he entered with his current outfit, he would have attracted a lot of attention. After all, the people here were all in their middle-aged, and not a single student or young person could be seen here.

And why was that you might be wondering?

Naturally, those young people are all busy stuffing their brains with academic studies.

Do you really think anyone had the guts and behavior like him to outright ditch class and come to the neon light district meant for adults?

If you have said yes, then congratulations.

You are clever, but at the same time, you are mostly the same type of person to be caught and punished severely later on.

And if you denied saying yes and have said no, then congratulations for being a pussy and cowardly person.

What was the definition of youth?

It was the adventure and thrill-seeking excitement that one should have, so if you don't even dare to seek the thrill, then why are you even living?

Now you must be wondering, then there was no right or wrong answer here.

If you uttered that, then congratulations, your brain is finally working properly. In this world, nothing was ever right or wrong, it was just the perspective of people who perceived a certain action as right or wrong that created the concept.

But to be fair, the gray answer would simply be: don't get caught, you fucking bozo!

Taking off his school uniform and neatly pasting it near a rooftop using mana, Lawrence began searching for a clothes store to purchase some new outfits.

"Let's see… that clothes store has some great beauty, but not hot enough to drool over. And look at that other one, how can they even stand those ugly men and not vomit on the spot?" Lawrence was searching for a suitable store to browse but was disappointed by the women's low standards.

How could they still smile so brightly when those men were so hideous-looking? If it was him, then he would have kicked them straight in the face and ensured that they would never be able to stand up again.

"Money truly does blind a person. With money, these women can imagine men like me, simply flawless and handsome." Lawrence rubbed his chin softly, immersed in his own fantasy world.

Finally, after who knows how long, Lawrence managed to spot a clothes store with his amazing perception skills.

It was a clothes store that actually chose their customers and refused to offer their services.

Just now, a few groups of old men tried to enter the clothes store, naturally not for the clothes being displayed, but for the women's appearance that was far above the other stores.

Seeing how they were rejected and subsequently thrown out for trying to force their way in was hilarious to Lawrence.

The clothes store was named Tranquility, which was quite ironic, considering this specific area was the neon light district.

Neon light district offered everything except tranquility, because it was an area that never sleeps, much less has any calmness around.

Nevertheless, this was the kind of thing Lawrence enjoyed, being unpredictable and going against the norms.

As he leaped closer to the clothes store, he heard the people who got thrown out speaking their third-rate dialogue lines.

"How dare you throw us out of the store? Do you not know my position in the Royal Court?" A middle-aged man was fuming as he raised his fingers and pointed at the clothes store.

"Who cares if you're a high rank in the Royal Court or not? This is Valeria City, and the Queen has eyes here as well. Just try and be corrupt. We'll see how much your position will assist you." One of the women inside the clothes store sneered coldly.

It was quite evident that throwing one's rank here was futile, and that status was the last thing the clothes store cared about.

In addition, the woman was eloquent with her counter, given that the neon light district must have existed because the Queen allowed it. After all, the money that the neon light district generated was by any means little, and it helped sustain the whole Tatum Kingdom's economy.

Henceforth, there are still some bottom lines that exist here, even if it was not explicitly mentioned.

Sure enough, after realizing his threat didn't work, the middle-aged man could only flash an angry face, wrinkling his hideous face in the meantime.

And this was the cue for his entrance.

Jumping down from the rooftop and arriving between the two people, Lawrence started clapping his hands.

"Well said, young woman. Your statement couldn't be any more correct, and these ugly old men have truly drunk too much alcohol." He praised them wholeheartedly.