The Pacific Exchange was just like a normal city, with streets, pedestrians, streetlights, and trash cans. Food stands and shops. City management. But occasionally, a bloody incident would occur here.
After a scream, a bald man beside Lin Fei was stuck by a white aura that rushed out from behind him and turned into a pile of ashes within seconds. A figure draped in a white robe, completely shrouded by the garment, walked out from behind. Some city management staff had already issued a fine, and after specialized personnel cleaned up the ashes, everything returned to normal as if nothing had ever happened.
"This really is the real world," Lin Fei frowned slightly. Compared with the outer world, one was heaven and the other hell, completely different. It seemed that here, only money dictated the order. As long as one had enough money, anything was possible.
Walking slowly with the flow of people, Lin Fei looked sideways at the various shops along the street.
