In every city where sunlight does not shine, there is a place outside the law that hides dirt and dirt. Yellow Light District, Outer Heaven, Little Kingdom, Elysium, whatever you want to call it. Those are mafia-controlled territories that are only open at certain times and only accept customers with introducers. The quality of service provided there is top-notch, and as long as you have the money, you can buy all the entertainment you want there.

There are no taboos, yellow lights all the way.

Mu Yang has insight into the laws of the dark world. He walked out of the Wasteland, the government of the Wasteland itself as the largest gangster.

If you want to enter the Yellow Light District, you need to have an introducer and an introducer, otherwise even if you get in, you will eat a bullet and be stuffed into a sack and thrown into the river and sea.

There are no absolutes. Mu Yang knew that there was a second way to enter the Yellow Light District, and that was to break through the tunnel.

Poverty and crime are always inextricably linked. Whether it's on Diamond Star or any other planet, these gangster forces are often inextricably linked to the Tramp Kingdom of the Sewers. Otherwise, where did so many guns and drugs that flow into the sewer world every year come from?

Breaking through the sewer kingdom and entering the Yellow Light District, the homeless people automatically become referrals to new customers. This is also the reason why Muyang chose to borrow it from the sewer.

But very few people use this method. First, it is not widely circulated, even if it is a senior gangster, it is rare to know that it can be recognized by the dark world; The second is that there are only a very small number of people in this world, and it is impossible for mortals to complete the miracle of defeating ten thousand with one. Even if you are a telekinesis, you will die if you eat a bullet. Few telekinesis are so adventurous.

And Mu Yang intimidated everyone with unbelievable force, and when he reached the end of the sewer, he could already faintly hear music coming from above the ground.

He stepped out of the dark and stinking underworld, and was greeted by a new world.

The yellow light of the Diamond Star is divided into three large areas and countless smaller areas, each of which is cut by a special magnetic barrier, allowing free movement between the zones, but the sounds of the different zones do not interfere with each other:

The colorful flickering jumping field in the darkness, accompanied by deafening music, a pair of thighs writhed madly in it. Behind the bar, a pair of young men and women who had never met each other kissed passionately on the sofa.

Corresponding to this is the glittering casino next door - slot machines, blackjack, baccarat, roulette, different gambling methods are separated on one side, and gamblers of all shapes and shapes and waiters in suits and holding chips shuttle between them. With the melodious music of Mozart and the sound of shuffling cards, it is elegant like an art exhibition.

In the third district, rings are erected in the dark. It's also a casino, but it's a little more exciting, bloodier. Each ring fights every half hour, and gamblers gather around their favorite ring to place bets on the players according to the odds. When the time was up, both fighters were sent into the ring until one of them went down completely.

The winner takes his chips, and the loser angrily throws the invalid ticket on the ground.

And, of course, there are secret private rooms on top of that. However, this is not the level that Muyang can touch now.

Muyang chose to walk into the third area.

His arrival did not cause much of a stir. Most of the guests' attention is focused on the ring, or watching the odds change, or exchanging bets with each other. With the fierce collision of meat and meat in the ring, there is a loud cheer or inverted color.

"Hello, guest, would you like to buy a little bet?"

A waiter in a black and white suit walked over, didn't dislike the smell of the sewer, and asked politely.

Mu Yang touched his pocket: "I don't have a penny on me now, can you lend me a chip first?" ”

The waiter, who was still warm and amiable, immediately changed his face, didn't say a word, and turned to greet other guests.

Mu Yang was not surprised. This is the rule of the Yellow Light District, money comes first. Here, don't say that you have a bad smell, you are just a stool, and there will be waiters who will treat you equally. But if you don't have any money, then I'm sorry, it's polite not to throw you out of here.

After Mu Yang said this, he was despised. Several gamblers passing by nearby also immediately stayed away from him, as if they were afraid that this old-fashioned breath would infect them.

Muyang didn't mind either. He looked around, and not far from him, a gambler who had just lost a lot of chips roared angrily and slammed the few chips he had left on the ground. The man was still not satisfied, and stepped on and on the round chips made of stone, as if to vent the anger in his heart.

Two nearby waiters quickly trotted up and quickly dissuaded the angry gambler. The other guests around were not surprised, and this kind of thing happened dozens of times every night in the ring area.

Only those small chips are scattered all over the place, trampled on and left no one to care.

The largest of these chips is worth no more than ten dollars. For the guests who spend a lot of money here and don't hesitate, there is no value in even bending down to pick it up.

Mu Yang saw that a chip worth one yuan rolled down to less than twenty steps away from him.

He knew that what he was waiting for had appeared.

Mu Yang walked slowly and came to the one-dollar chip. He bent down and reached for the chip.

The chips, covered in mud and dust, are lying quietly on the ground, waiting for someone to discover their true value.

He didn't ask for much, just a dollar, and that's it.

But the moment Mu Yang's hand touched the cold chip, a slender white foot preempted him and stepped on the chip.

Mu Yang's posture of bending down to pick it up froze. He slowly raised his head and looked up at the jade foot. It was a pair of tight and powerful slender white legs, a short black skirt, and above that, the owner of these beautiful legs was looking condescendingly at Mu Yang - it was a young girl, but she was wearing heavy makeup that did not suit her age. Black eyeliner, brown-red contact lenses, white flowers on the chest and long blond hair, looking down on Mu Yang with aggressive eyes.

"I'm sorry, you're stepping on my stuff. Please move your feet. ”

Mu Yang did not give up the yuan that was trampled under his feet.

"You're an interesting person, I just noticed you, it's the first time you've been here." The little sister didn't mean to move her feet at all, but instead stepped forward and sniffed at Mu Yang with her little nose, "Why do you smell so bad?" …… Forget it, no matter, if you want chips, come here. As long as you make me happy, I can lend you a little chips. ”

In the bundy area opposite Xiao Taimei, several young men and women dressed strangely looked in their direction, probably Xiao Taimei's friends.

Mu Yang suddenly had a hint of childlike interest in his heart: "Do you want to watch a magic trick?" ”

"What magic?" The little sister who is rebellious in appearance and simple-minded is immediately fooled.

Mu Yang glanced at her friend opposite, those guys were waiting for the little sister to come back with her old man.

But he knew that as long as he said the next sentence, the little sister would definitely follow him.

"With one yuan, you can earn 100,000 yuan in an hour."