Aphrodite Street, known as the street of love, yet its inhabitants receive no shelter from the goddess of love.
Various ailments, the aftermath of inferior sex chips, and injuries from abuse—all commonplace for the prostitutes of Aphrodite Street.
These unfortunate souls, left without timely aid, often meet tragic ends alone on nights unknown to the world, buried in the earth with their 'cheap' lives, bearing inexpensive sex chips.
Miss Yudola Ray chose to establish her clinic in Aphrodite Street for this very reason.
Though Miss Ray's efforts may seem trivial to those engaged in the sex trade on Aphrodite Street, her actions indeed reduce the mortality rate among its sex workers.
Reducing the death rate of sex workers can be seen as an increase in the cost of maintaining them in a certain sense. The beneficiaries in Aphrodite Street naturally appreciate this scene.
Hence, Miss Ray's underground clinic has remained trouble-free.
Aphrodite Street, nestled in secluded alleys.
Different from the bustling streets outside, everything here appears old and dilapidated, often revealing the most authentic side of the Aphrodite Street district.
A stray cat leaps over puddles, hopping onto a relatively cleaner spot along the steps. The clinic door is ajar, revealing darkness inside where nothing is discernible.
The cat looks up, spotting a petite young lady in a white coat standing by an experimental table.
Sensing the presence of another creature, the girl turns her head, the round lenses of her glasses reflecting an eerie light.
The little cat, witnessing this scene, bristles, tail erect, and after a snarl, scurries away in panic.
The girl stretches out her hand, as if wanting to beckon, but alas, the cat is already out of reach.
Feeling somewhat disappointed, the girl withdraws her hand, rubbing her cheeks with both hands before returning her attention to the experiment table in front of her.
This girl, dressed in a white coat, petite in stature, is naturally Yudola Ray. At this moment, her appearance is somewhat unsightly, with disheveled hair and a loose-fitting white coat, clearly portraying her as a struggling scientist.
Fortunately, Miss Ray has no one to meet, so there is naturally no need to tidy up her appearance.
Yawning, the girl raises her hand, the oversized sleeve of her white coat covering her hand.
Ray hops off the chair, about half her height, and leisurely walks to the nearby table. There sits a bowl of freshly soaked instant noodles.
The girl sniffs, then sits down at the table, beginning to enjoy her lunch.
Although the white coat seems somewhat out of place on the girl, Miss Ray still cherishes her clothes.
Even though it doesn't fit well, the girl hasn't dirtied any part of the coat, not even the cuffs, which are usually the easiest to soil, appearing exceptionally clean, as if freshly washed.
"Ray, I'm here——"
A female voice rings out, prompting Ray to instinctively be on guard, holding the bowl and looking at the unexpected guest at the door without speaking.
Seeing Ray paying no attention to her, the wheat-colored girl doesn't get angry but instead approaches Ray's side with a smile, asking, "Ray-chan, long time no see, do you miss me?"
"No." Ray pushes away the other party with a disgusted look, then says, "Stay away from me."
"Wuwu, Ray hates me, I'm going to cry." The wheat-colored girl pretends to wipe her tears while speaking in a feigned tone.
However, Ray has long seen through the other party's exaggerated acting, merely watching coldly without speaking.
"Hated by Ray, unless Ray kisses me, otherwise I will jump off a building." Seeing that Ray remains unmoved, the wheat-colored girl finally can't help herself and tries to approach Ray's side, but is pushed away by Ray with disdain.
"No, you can't. You go." Miss Ray's words are concise and clear.
"Why are you like this." The wheat-colored girl cries with tears in her eyes, but Ray remains unmoved.
She is well aware of the other party's identity. Such behavior is undoubtedly just teasing herself.
Obviously, she is already in her twenties, yet she is always mistaken for a child because of her appearance, which is somewhat unacceptable.
"So, what are you here for? Speak quickly." Ray's tone is somewhat cold as she speaks.
The woman in front of her is Itra, the leader of the Earth Gang, and one of the core forces controlling Aphrodite Street.
The fact that she has been able to run her underground clinic here without any trouble for so long is largely due to her.
Seeing Ray mention business, the woman also puts away her playful demeanor and hesitantly says, "Recently, the Earth Gang may come into conflict with several other gangs, so we may need you to treat the wounded."
Upon hearing this, Ray was stunned, then said, "How many people?"
"Thirty people."
"I can't accommodate so many here." Ray's tone remains flat. "Besides, you promised earlier that I wouldn't be involved in such matters."
"This time is an exception; we have no other choice." The woman's tone is somewhat helpless.
Ray fell silent for a while before speaking again, "Let me make it clear in advance, I will not get involved in your struggles. I am only responsible for treating the wounded."
She paused for a moment before continuing, "And anyone can come here for treatment."
Seeing Ray compromise, Itra also breathed a sigh of relief, smiling and saying, "Don't worry, I won't let you get into trouble."
Hearing this, Ray sighed and said, "I hope so."
.......
It was the day after Itra's visit to Yudola Ray.
Aphrodite Street, Ray's underground clinic, was attacked by unknown assailants.
And Miss Yudola Ray herself was directly abducted to an unknown location.
Upon learning of this, Itra flew into a rage, leading the Earth Gang into conflict once again with the most likely force to have committed this act, demanding that Yudola Ray be handed over.
And in a closed room at this moment, Jonas looked at Yudola Ray, who was tied to a chair in front of him, with an inexplicable expression in his eyes.
—Indeed, compared to acts of charity followed by gradually winning over, kidnapping and threatening coercion suits me better.
It's just that this girl seems much younger than depicted in her portrait.
Tsk, it's somewhat difficult to handle.