After getting rebuffed by Grace, Hunter's desires clearly remained unsatisfied. Lin Yuhui could sense him being driven by lust as he pulled out of the garage, set the destination, and sped toward the city center, vanishing into the night.
But Lin Yuhui now possessed vision superior to any human's. Even from a great distance, he could track Hunter's car. Yet during the pursuit, he experienced moments of drifting toward the sky and fragments of consciousness intertwining, making it difficult to comprehend his current situation. Finding a physical body for himself seemed an urgent task. But how? And where would he even look?
As the car entered the branching streets of the bustling district, high speeds became impossible. Now he had the energy to observe his surroundings. This seemed to be an entertainment district ablaze with neon lights. Through the building walls, Lin Yuhui could glimpse the attractions inside: racing tracks, robot combat arenas—or perhaps just outlets for aggression—alongside ordinary discos, karaoke lounges, and, inevitably, casinos designed to stir humanity's primal desires.
Streetwalkers in eye-catching outfits—both women and men—paved the streets. Upon closer inspection, they were all humanoid robots, pitching entertainment options to potential customers seeking thrills.
Hunter clearly knew his way around here. He walked straight in without any robots offering introductions or guidance. Yet the building bore no name or signage, leaving its purpose or specific offerings a mystery. Lin Yuhui soared high to survey this dazzling entertainment district. Only then did he spot the holographic projections created by optical diffraction devices mounted on the skeletal structures of distant amusement rides—roller coasters, Ferris wheels, space towers—occasionally displaying the words “Transdimensional Entertainment World.”
He hadn't lost track of Hunter, following him inside the building. First came a disco dance floor, surrounded by lounge seating and bar service. Clearly, Hunter had lost interest in such basic games. Yet as Lin Yuhui followed him across the dance floor, he felt the sound pressure and flashing lights had a disorienting effect. There seemed to be shifting electromagnetic fields too, affecting his focus and sense of position. It was like being in the ocean—tossed and submerged against his will. He scrambled and stumbled his way out of the dance floor's reach. Glancing back, he couldn't tell if the disorientation stemmed from the space itself or his own state—the ache for physical grounding grew more acute.
Following Hunter to the VIP lounge at the back, someone soon emerged to greet him.
“Hey, Hunter, got time to spare? Came here for some fun tonight?” The speaker was a middle-aged man.
“Yeah, staying home was just too dull.”
Lin Yuhui sensed the man's inner disdain, though he showed no sign of it. The man knew about Hunter's family troubles. He murmured something into his collar, then poured Hunter a glass of whiskey, handing it over.
“Hang on, your old friend will be here soon,” he said, sizing Hunter up.
The hopeless drunk paid no heed, looking every bit the boozer—as if the alcohol he'd been craving all evening had finally arrived.
“Deeply sorry about your brother's passing,” the man observed.
“Ah, yes. He was a loser.” The words carried no sorrow, only a hint of mockery.
The man across from him couldn't help but notice. But Lin Yuhui sensed more. Hunter was thinking of his father's lifelong favor toward his brother and his own disdain. His brother's death made him think of his sister-in-law.
“With your brother gone, is there any chance your father might nominate you as the company's CEO?” the interviewer probed cautiously.
“Me?” Hunter was taken aback, never having considered the possibility. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
“Is that possible?” he countered tentatively, knowing his father held him in low regard and unsure of the company's procedures. He knew nothing about the actual business.
“It's possible. You're his only son.”
“Oh,” Hunter blinked, his eyes gleaming with cunning yet revealing his fundamentally dim-witted nature.
Just then, the man across from him received a new message. Seeing Hunter finish his drink, he instructed staff to escort him to a private room. Lin Yuhui followed, equally curious about what such a place might hold. Inside, the room featured various amenities: projection screens, interactive sensory devices, beverage service—similar to the main area, only in a more private, enclosed space.
Another door opened, and a man and two women entered.
“Hey, Hunter, welcome,” the lead man greeted him as he stepped in.
“Brock, you're here too?”
“Yeah, I heard you were coming, so I came here too.”
“And these two are?” Hunter's attention was immediately drawn to the unusual appearance of the two women behind Brock.
“This is Tulip, and this is Bobbie...”
Before Brock could finish, Hunter's jaw dropped. He stared blankly and asked,
“They... are they? Human?”
Lin Yuhui was equally stunned, but he wouldn't ask such a question. He could see through their bodies—they were indeed biological entities. The question was whether they were artificially engineered cyborg creations or merely genetically enhanced human variants. Well, for now, let's classify them as human.
Tulip was a dark beauty, yet her facial structure—nose, mouth—resembled a cat's. Crimson-purple lipstick, emerald eyes with vertical pupils. Black hair in twin ponytails like straight whips. Her frame was slender, devoid of body hair, but her skin, dark with a hint of blood vessels beneath, had an overall blackish-purple hue.
Hunter scanned her from head to toe. Aside from her unusual facial features and skeletal thinness, she appeared human.
The other, Bobbie, possessed fair skin and similarly unconventional facial features—a prominent nose with a slender, upturned tip, and almond-shaped eyes with upward-slanted corners. Her gaze was captivatingly alluring, and with just a hint of a smile, she had Hunter utterly spellbound.
But Lin Yuhui, observing them, perceived more than just their outward appearance. Despite inhabiting human bodies, they possessed an innate feline allure and fox-like charm absent in ordinary women. Yes, they were a black cat and a white fox. Now, enhanced by human female forms, their attraction to Hunter transcended ordinary feminine allure—it was pure magic.
“Ladies, please, take a seat,” Hunter invited them to sit while fetching drinks.
“What would you like to drink?” he asked, his eyes roaming over both women's faces and bodies. At this moment, he couldn't spare a thought for Brock.
“Whiskey,”
“Brandy,”
Hunter wondered if they were toying with him, deliberately ordering different drinks. Dazzled, he handed them their full glasses, then hurriedly poured drinks for himself and Brock before rushing to sit beside Bobbi. He raised his glass for a toast, sliding his hand from her lower back down to her hips.
Just as Hunter was about to caress the beauty and take a sip, the hand on her butt was pushed away. The drink was halfway down his throat when he nearly choked. Looking down, he saw that it was a white fox tail that had pushed his hand away.
Hunter couldn't believe his eyes. He blinked hard, then looked up at Bobbi with wide eyes.
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