In the control center reverberating with decadent sounds, John matched the nameplate in the metal cabinet and got the elevator control card that could swipe open any floor, as well as the keys to unlock the chains on the girls downstairs.

John didn't leave through the first-floor lobby, but circled back to the underground parking, taking the internal elevator directly to the targeted floor.

The privacy of the Sex Doll Club meant that there were very few service staff on the floor.

John stood in the elevator, leaning against a six-panel LCD screen, his ears filled with decadent sounds, illustrating that here all kinds of fetishism and boundary-breaking fantasies could be satisfied.

John had lived on Dan Street for a long time, visited Ban Island Izakaya, been to Bolago Club, and frequented Steel Hot Forest...

He was considered someone with experience and a voice of opinion.

From his previous experiences, comparing them, the West District, led by Bolago Club, preferred using hallucinogens combined with holographic projections, creating an experience far superior to the Super Sensing Chip, and leading the city in terms of drug formulas.

Sakura Cross Street was led by Eastern People.

The izakayas and Sex Doll Clubs had distinctly different styles, emphasizing service characteristics, with girls and men as soft as water, using advanced implants and behavior chips to bring experiences that broke boundaries to customers.

High-end clubs often adopted a membership system, while places like Floating Life Capital, which were mid to low tier, attracted all sorts of customers, the work environment relatively harsh, but regardless of the place, there were people who didn't treat the sex dolls as humans.

The elevator steadily stopped on a regular floor.

According to the girls kidnapped downstairs:

Sex dolls that had not undergone training and modification could only serve temporary customers here, those roughnecks and gamblers had only the desire to vent, which was the initiation for new sex dolls, used as a "tool" to destroy resistance awareness.

Click.

John loaded his gun.

He adjusted his work jacket, walking steadily down the corridor, the silenced pistol dangling slightly at his side.

The noise-reducing carpet spread underneath.

The passageway was dim and long.

The deafening music and industrial aroma masked everything, the glass-assembled black walls needed close approach to reveal distorted shadows, the circular light strips outlined the edges, LED lights in digital form marked room numbers...

John walked quietly past, seeing a room ajar, filled with scattered equipment, starting a scan, he could spot bloodstains, the air filled with a sense of decadence and sin.

He walked to the end, stopping at the only door indicating occupancy.

Buzz——

John pressed the call button.

The screen showed a connection, the music inside and outside the room briefly mingled, but no voice was heard.

"Room service, sir."

[I didn't request any, leave.]

The call ended.

John frowned, detecting the other party's guilt, so he pressed the call button again.

[...Shit, get the f*ck out...]

"Sir! I need to come in to confirm everything is normal."

[No, you don't have that right, I paid, you understand? I'm going to complain to the front desk about you, idiot... you...]

John's eyes gradually squinted.

He had a club access card, allowing him to directly swipe open doors to ordinary rooms, even remotely open them through the security system.

The person inside the room obviously anticipated this possibility, and there came sounds of frantic movements and curses.

The voice call was disconnected again.

Beep, puh-ch——

The metal door opened.

John held his gun, slightly bending his elbow, leaned in quickly to inspect near the doorway, extending his arm to carefully walk through the room.

The metal sliding door closed behind him, isolating the corridor noise.

The room lacked a main light, hidden light strips created a dim and seductive atmosphere, a leather bed padded with a white fur blanket, dining tables, sofa components, an electric bathtub in front of two walls...

John didn't see Xia Li or the patron, glanced around, and focused his sight on the bathroom.

He walked over, twisted, finding it locked with a physical lock.

"...F*ck."

John cursed lowly, Igdrasir erupted force, directly twisted off the arched door handle, discovering it was jammed from inside, the lock slot was single-directional.

The patron screamed from inside.

[Oh, shit, are you crazy? I f*cking paid, what's wrong with you!]

"Whoa~ listen, buddy, let me in, it will make things a lot easier."

John restrained his anger, initiated a scan, and began observing the structure.

[No way, who the hell are you, a cop or security!? You guys have no reason to treat customers like this!]

Bang, bang!

John raised his revolver, close to the door panel without sticking it, roughly aimed at head level, fired two shots.

[Weapon: Silence]

[Module: Level Ⅲ Silencer, Advanced Penetration]

The bullets gouged through composite panels, soundproofing felt, causing the thin metal layer to explode, revealing two penetrating holes, faintly showing white light and tile walls.

[Oh! Shit! Ah... no no, I surrender.]

John kept a cold face, ignored it, turned his gun's muzzle, aimed at the scanned lock tongue area, emptied the magazine, and carved out the load-bearing area to form an outline.

Click.

John reloaded.

The empty magazine fell to the floor.

Bang!

John lifted his foot, kicked open the bathroom door, quickly scanned inside standing sideways, seeing no traps or personnel lying in ambush.

The patron curled up by the toilet, leveraging the washbasin and bottom cabinet to shield himself.

The room had no wet and dry separation.

A metal showerhead lay by the ventilator, a girl sprawled on the floor, with scattered fast food and drink bottles nearby.

John said nothing, went over and gave that Shark Coin a kick.

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