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Hell's Kitchen.

The most chaotic and dangerous place in New York.

This is a ghetto, and poverty means wealth.

Those illegal industries go through the motions here, and it is a paradise for all kinds of dangerous villains.

Hell's Kitchen at night has been abandoned by order, and the huge gap between rich and poor has given rise to new rules.

When the last ray of sunlight sets, the rules of the game here change.

It is no longer the righteous police who dominate here, but a group of underworld figures who have their own rules of the game.

More than 90% of the police who can appear here at night may be illegal police.

They are lawless, drug addicts and red light districts open in the streets.

When you go into those dark corners, you can see shady transactions.

I saw robbers robbing money on the streets, pimps and women standing under the street lights.

The wealth created by the chaos and the illicit assets here are enough to make the government close an eye.

Although there are some 'messengers of justice' haunting this place, hoping to improve this place by themselves.

But obviously, it is not possible to freeze three feet in one day.

Order is a luxury, and the delicate balance does not want to be broken.

The pickup truck drove in, its flashing lights echoing Ferdinand's mood at the moment.

As a gangster who occasionally bullied others on the streets, Ferdinand was a man with only one foot in the underworld.

But it's only half a foot.

He can scare children outside, but in Hell's Kitchen, the largest chaotic area in New York, he is a bad guy.

A large amount of sweat fell from his forehead, his body was trembling, and he had to chew back and forth in his mouth several times before he could speak.

"Here, here we are." He spoke to the person in the back seat of the car with an ugly smile on his face.

Rubbing a pencil in his hand, John looked out the window.

"This place is better than I expected."

If those New Yorkers heard this, they would just call him a dream.

There is no worse place in the world than Hell's Kitchen.

Open the car door and walk out.

When John's shoes touched the road, the pickup truck behind him couldn't wait to start.

"By the way, wait for me here, Ferdinand."

His casual words made Ferdinand stop stepping on the accelerator.

Ferdinand's eyes widened with horror on his face.

He never said his name, how did that person know it?

John ignored his shock and walked toward Hell's Kitchen, a city within a city in New York.

Although it is in Manhattan, the existence of Hell's Kitchen is like the graffiti of a low-level painter.

John held an address in his hand and ducked away from the guys who were either drunk or high.

At the door of the bar, two strong bald men in tights stood at the door with unpleasant expressions on their faces.

"Hells Angel Bar?" John put away the piece of paper, nodded and said, "This is it."

This is a bar in Hell's Kitchen, with a flashing neon sign that's a combination of devil and angel wings.

The bombarding and restless music reached John's ears even through the aisles.

Hell's Angel Bar is Simon's base and the most famous bar in Hell's Kitchen.

There are all kinds of trades here, and in this illegal zone, drunk women will become the prey of men.

John was ready to go in.

"This is a private club." Two big hands stopped in front of him.

The burly white security guard with a sinister face stared covetously at John.

John touched his chin and said strangely: "I don't see how other people can go in?"

"They have proof of bliss," the security guard said.

Proof of bliss?

John looked at the woman who walked in next to him. The woman lifted up her clothes. On her ribs, there was a demon with eyes and wings.

That is bliss proof.

To enter the Hells Angels bar, one cannot enter unless they have a certificate of bliss.

John's thoughts moved and he covered his left arm with his right hand.

He smiled and said: "Actually, I also have..."

"you are here?"

A sentence interrupted John's next voice.

The security guard turned around and saw a man wearing red sunglasses and a suit holding a guide stick. He seemed to be visible and came to John's side.

"Sorry, I think he's in the wrong place, he's my friend."

When the burly security guard saw the blind man, the expression on his face became less inhumane.

"Matt, you should hear what your kid says." The security guard crossed his arms and said dissatisfiedly, "He is going to the Bliss Dinner."

"I think he just heard stories about this place from adults," Matt came to John, put his hand on his shoulder, and smiled, "Young people are always curious and show off."

John was confused, who are you?

"For your sake, Matt," the burly security guard muttered, "you helped my sister get some money back from that bastard last time."

"Thanks, Jack."

Matt held down John's palm and exerted force. With his physical strength beyond ordinary people, it should be easy to pull someone away.

But what surprised him was that he couldn't take this person away.

"Follow me." He whispered in John's ear.

John was going to go in directly, but when he heard what he said, he didn't feel any malice, so he followed Matt and left.

The two walk in Hell's Kitchen.

It's strange that Matt is obviously blind, but he can accurately avoid the thrown bottles as if he can see.

The two walked together and came to a law office.

It's not accurate to say it's a law firm.

Because this place is far from the cleanliness and spaciousness that those social elites should have.

A fat man inside was scratching his head. When he saw Matt coming back, he was happy. After seeing John again, the fat man stood up quickly.

"You can't bring the lost lamb here every time." The fat man said, but he held a cup in his hand and made a cup of coffee and handed it to John, "Would you like some milk?"

"No, thanks."

"Well, I hope you won't feel too bitter..."

Before the fat man finished speaking, he saw John taking the coffee and drinking it.

He looked stunned and said, "That's freshly boiled water."

"I think the temperature is just right." John shrugged, put down the cup, and looked around with interest, "So... you are a lawyer?"

He asked Matt, who brought him here: "I hope you don't want to blackmail me."

"I really want to do this," the fat man complained. "We will receive a legal fee this month. By the way, you can try the plaice sent by Mr. Li tonight."

The fat man looked very anxious. As lawyers who graduated from law school, they basically did not have a decent and generous fee in this place.

It made him want to offer himself up and provide defense services to those villains.

Matt just smiled and said, "Although Mr. Li lives in poverty, he is a good person."

"What about him? Is he also a good person?" the fat man asked anxiously.

When John was called, he just picked up the cup and took another sip of coffee, innocently saying: "I'm also curious about why you brought me here."

The fat man asked Matt to give him an explanation, and Matt said: "He said he had a certificate of bliss, Fudge."

Fudge?

When John heard this name, a Minister of Magic who was dismissed by him popped into his mind.

When the man named Fudge heard this, he hurriedly took two steps back.

"I didn't know you had this fetish, Matt."

Judging from his performance, it seems that bliss proves to be something that no one can avoid.

Matt was a little helpless at his friend's frightened expression, "Of course I'm not, this guy just wants to get in. He doesn't even know what Bliss Proof does."

Fudge looked at John's young face. He also knew that he had gone too far and said in agreement: "This is definitely the stupidest excuse I have ever seen."

Matt looked at John, "Drink this cup of coffee, get in a taxi and leave this place. I have a driver I know."

"What is the Bliss Proof?" John was confused at this time. What were these two people selling?

"The Bliss Certificate, also known as the Slave License," Fudge explained, "is a thing created by Simon, the owner of the Hell and Heaven Bar."

"Having this mark means you can be fucked by anyone."

"To attract customers to his bar."

Fudge smashed the bar and said, "Those women who want to survive have this proof. As you can imagine, the last time I saw someone near the bar, they started a fight in the alley, and they even saved the rent."

John's face darkened, this is how this crap thing was used.

When he thought about how he almost copied one, he felt chills on his back.

"How are you sure he's not?" Fudge asked Matt, "I mean, you can't see."

"Smell." Matt nodded his nose and smiled, "Not many of those guys are so clean."

"Like a newborn baby, you must be well protected, uh... what's your name?" Matt asked, remembering that he didn't know John's name.

"Call me John," John said helplessly, covering his face, "You don't have to describe my smell."

The Witch King's reputation was almost ruined by the Bliss Proof, and John became more and more determined to dig out Simon.

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