Prologue

The man, speaking about lamb skewers, patted his dirty crossbody bag, which appeared to be his money pouch from selling lamb skewers. It was bulging, suggesting that business was good today, but no one could have imagined that it contained an astronomical sum of cash

The middle-aged man in sunglasses and the man with the lamb skewers were both taken aback, and before they could react, a middle-aged woman carrying a basket of chicks stood up to flee and accidentally bumped into the middle-aged man's backside in her panic. The middle-aged man immediately felt as if he had been charged by a running rhinoceros, and he was involuntarily propelled forward, colliding with the man with the lamb skewers, resulting in both of them tumbling over like rolling gourds.

The setting sun descends in the west, and night falls.

The man with the lamb skewers suddenly ignited with enthusiasm, reaching out to take the cola, but the middle-aged man in sunglasses quickly retracted his hand, smiling as he said to the man with the lamb skewers: "Want it? Pay up!"

"What the hell! Is this what you call safety? What the hell is going on here?" The middle-aged man in sunglasses, with his butt sticking out and hands covering his head like an ostrich, shouted angrily at the man selling lamb skewers.

Oh my... The middle-aged man with sunglasses furrowed his brow and reached out to push his sliding sunglasses back up, revealing a pair of blue eyes in a fleeting glance

The taste seems a bit off... Damn it, it's expired! I knew I wasn't that lucky! Pan Xiaoxian glared angrily at the small print on the Coke.

They lay on the ground like characters from the classic film "Jurassic Park," trembling as they gazed up at a herd of prehistoric giants rushing by with a roar

He wore a black trench coat with a fur collar that reached his knees, and a wide scarf that completely covered his chin. Even at night, he donned a pair of large sunglasses, making his attire and demeanor seem utterly out of place compared to everything around him

The illegal vendors occupying the overpass selling counterfeit goods, the suffocating severe pollution, the four-wheeled sedans that were already eliminated fifty years ago filling the streets

"You see, even you think it's unreliable, who would have thought?" The man with the lamb skewers chuckled, his pair of blue eyes glinting with cunning: "This will ensure our safety. Alright, now hand over the goods, I have already brought the money."

"How do I know that the clothes and the stall are all rented? This is the first time I have encountered such a thing..." The man selling lamb skewers had a look of panic in his small eyes

"Forget it, a can of cola costs 3 star coins, wasting it is shameful!" Pan Xiaoxian frowned and tilted her head back to drink the bottle of cola in one go, then let out a satisfied burp: "Indeed, chilled cola is the most refreshing..."

"Big brother, would you like to take a look at this phone? I guarantee it's genuine. I'm in a hurry to sell it, so I'm offering it at a low price!" The man, with a gaunt chest exposed, spoke rapidly in a thick dialect to the middle-aged man in sunglasses. The insides of his clothing were conspicuously adorned with a variety of mobile phones, a dazzling array that resembled a mobile phone display counter on the move.

The middle-aged man in sunglasses was astonished by the "local特色" here, and after a brief silence, he shook his head as if it were a rattle.

Oh, rest assured my friend, we "Shabi" people are the most reliable when it comes to doing things The man with the lamb skewers shrugged, but his eyes never left the cola in the hands of the middle-aged man wearing sunglasses

The story begins from here

You are amazing! Soon after, a long line of cars was blocked behind, and the incessant honking finally compelled the driver to relent, reversing in frustration before maneuvering around the young man and driving away

He said as he took a can of cola out of his trench coat pocket and waved it in front of the man with the lamb skewers

Pan Xiaoxian said nothing and simply lay down in front of the car's wheels—go ahead and run me over, at least my life will have some resolution!

But just at that moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Run! The urban management officers are coming!"

"Alright, alright, you risked your life to steal this thing from your organization, didn't you just do it to sell it for a good price?" The man selling lamb skewers said casually, feeling that he had already gained the upper hand over the middle-aged man in sunglasses

I hope you won't play any tricks, otherwise—" The middle-aged man in sunglasses, somewhat distrustful, extended the cola in his hand out over the bridge railing, below which various vehicles were continuously passing by

The middle-aged man in sunglasses suddenly turned his head, his pair of anxious yet vigilant blue eyes peering through the sunglasses at the similarly blonde-haired, blue-eyed white man.

On the pedestrian overpass, small vendors spread out tattered cloths on the ground to set up their businesses, effectively narrowing the originally spacious overpass by half. The stalls are filled with gloves and socks with loose threads, children's toys emitting strange odors, and baskets woven from rattan containing colorful chicks. Together, they form a gray landscape on this overpass.

Pan Xiaoxian picked up a can of cola and weighed it in her hand: "Hehe, not bad luck!"

The man had grown impatient from waiting. His profession had honed his keen eyesight, and he realized that the middle-aged man in sunglasses was indeed disinterested and no longer entangled in the situation. He pulled his clothes together and resumed his posture of crossing his arms over his chest, swaying as he walked away, resembling a wandering spirit.

I absolutely detest littering! Just as Pan Xiaoxian was about to kick the empty cola bottle away, she suddenly realized that something was amiss. If it were an empty bottle, how could it hurt so much when it hit?

This Caucasian man, wearing a small hat and tied with a white apron, stands in front of the barbecue grill, tending to the sizzling lamb skewers dripping with grease from the charcoal fire, perfectly blending into the entire background environment, greeting him with a lively expression in a somewhat awkward Chinese language

Lamb skewers, lamb skewers, freshly grilled lamb skewers! Men eat them firm and tough, while women find them juicy and tender

The middle-aged man in sunglasses suddenly took a step back, his body covered in goosebumps.

"Beep beep—" A car suddenly braked to a stop, and the driver stuck his head out, cursing, "Damn it, are you trying to get yourself killed! What kind of madness is this on the road!"

At this moment, it is the evening rush hour, and the overpass is bustling with people, flowing continuously.

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Reliable?" The middle-aged man in sunglasses curled his lip: "We, a Lamb person living on a Class One Star, and a Shabi person living on a Class Two Star, are making a deal, yet we have to choose a pedestrian bridge at the junction of Class Three Stars. Do you think this is reliable?"

Meanwhile, beneath the overpass, in the midst of the incessantly flowing traffic, Pan Xiaoxian crouched there with her head in her hands, tears streaming down her face from the pain

This is the combined section of Area A and Area B of the Great Huaxia Region on Earth, a third-class star under the great "Galactic Alliance", referred to as the 'AB Junction', my dear friend. A man's voice, also in the language of Ram, came from behind him.

exhibitionist

Pan Xiaoxian cheerfully got up, quickly crossed the roadway with a can of cola in hand, reached the opposite sidewalk, and hurriedly boarded a bus that was about to depart. Habitually, she took a seat in the last row, then opened the cola, savoring the sweet taste of her victory.

A man dressed in a leather jacket approached him unsteadily, arms crossed over his chest, with a mask covering half of his face. His pair of lewd little eyes scrutinized him up and down, and after assessing his financial capability, he suddenly and without warning opened his coat.

"My cola, oh no!" shouted the middle-aged man in sunglasses in a fit of hysteria, while the man selling lamb skewers was also taken aback. They wanted to get up to see what was happening under the overpass, but the torrent formed by the small vendors evading the urban management officers frightened them both.

What the hell! Isn't it just crossing a road? I really can't do anything bad at all! Pan Xiaoxian looked down and saw a can of cola lying there, miraculously unbroken.

As soon as I let go, the cola will fall and be instantly crushed by those outdated car tires, and you will gain nothing!

"Damn it! What the hell is this place..." muttered the middle-aged man in sunglasses in standard Lamb language.

I apologize. The middle-aged man in sunglasses discreetly twitched the corners of his mouth twice: "I only like to eat stinky tofu, and it must be paired with this"

He adjusted the parting of his hair that had been tousled by the wind on the pedestrian bridge. He had a thick head of black hair, but upon closer inspection of the hairline, one could notice a subtle hint of gold at the roots. It was evident that this was his true hair color, and the dyed black hair was merely a disguise

A middle-aged man in his thirties rests his arms on the railing of the overpass, gazing thoughtfully at the colorful neon billboards in this bustling area, as if contemplating life