northernbook Chapter 1958 - 1950: Theft
Chapter 1958 - 1950: Theft
A drunk man staggered past with unsteady steps. The two just about to leave quickly got out of his way, but to their surprise, this guy, as if deliberately messing with them, stumbled to their front and suddenly bent over, vomiting all over the ground.The white, sour-smelling substance splashed all over Zheng Minghui’s pants. He was about to curse out loud, but in the next second, he realized his situation and quickly closed his mouth.
The man, not accustomed to drinking, had suddenly consumed so much cheap liquor. Even though he was a Level 4 New Human, he felt uncomfortable, with his stomach cramping continually. After finally steadying himself, he glanced at the nearby Zheng Minghui, who was covered in his vomit, and without showing arrogance just because Zheng was an ordinary person, he weakly apologized, "Sorry, I couldn’t control it. How about I... uh... ugh~ sorry... How about you wait here, and I go... get you a new pair?"
Hearing this, Zheng Minghui felt less disgruntled. He wasn’t a vile person and quickly waved his hand, acting as an ordinary person to the fullest, saying, "It’s alright, it’s fine, I’m fine."
"Then... okay." The drunk man looked at the pants he had soiled, bowed slightly again in apology, and then left.
After he walked a distance, Shen Mingke behind them said strangely, "Didn’t expect him to be quite polite."
"We didn’t do anything to him yet."
Shen Mingke shook his head, bypassed Zheng Minghui, and went back to the place they were sitting just now. Seeing this, the other said, "Hey, we can’t just sit here, can we?"
For the complaint, Shen Mingke merely glanced at Zheng Minghui, giving him a look that seemed to say, "You ask me, who the hell should I ask?" Then he stared at a mottled red brick wall not far away, which had lots of graffiti, including one text scribble that had four big twisty characters and a conspicuous exclamation mark.
Long live the Mayor!
"Long live the Mayor..." He murmured those four words, and the image of the only Level 9 New Human, Su Sigui, popped into his mind...
ic card from his pocket, displayed it, and then put it back.
"Do you have something for sobering up?"
"Intentionally got drunk, huh?"
"Yeah, feeling a bit uncomfortable."
"If you don’t like drinking, don’t force yourself. We don’t have anything for sobering up, but there is some cola here, which might help you a bit."
"Then I’ll take those."
The soldier nodded, found two bottles of cola from the shelf at the back, and handed them to the man. Zheng Minghui, who intended to watch the man make a fool of himself, was stunned by the scene: "Why is this happening?"
He looked back and saw the group from earlier also watching. He couldn’t help but walk over to ask them, "What’s with that guy?"
The group all looked at him, but most didn’t speak. One guy, pretending to be knowledgeable, said, "That person seems to have... a meal... meal ticket or something."
"Meal ticket?" Zheng Minghui was taken aback upon hearing this.
"Didn’t you see the white card he took out from his pocket just now?"
"It seems so..."
As the other said this, Zheng Minghui immediately remembered the soldier inside mentioning something about a white magnetic card when he went over earlier?
The card that drunk guy flashed was indeed white.
Is that the meal ticket?
At this moment, starved to the extreme, Zheng Minghui was already muddled by hunger, not thinking things through. He was just focused on filling his belly and didn’t realize that the person in front of him knew little more than he did, most of it being nonsense.
"Do you know how to get the meal ticket?" Zheng Minghui asked again, to which the guy uncertainly replied, "Uh... I don’t know, maybe you have to register somewhere."
"I see... okay." Zheng Minghui nodded, looking back and seeing that drunk man leaving with two bottles of cola in his hand.
Looking at his pants, still stained from the vomit, he thought of a way, ran to Shen Mingke, and shook him again, this move once again interrupting Shen Mingke’s thoughts.
"What the hell do you want, stop bothering me!"
"Why are you shouting!"
"Just say what you want!" Shen Mingke snapped without a pleasant expression.
"I have an idea!"
"Wh-what? You have a plan?" Zheng Minghui’s words immediately wiped the anger from Shen Mingke’s face.
Zheng Minghui pointed to the man and then whispered something in Shen Mingke’s ear. Right after, he suddenly ran towards the drunken man, causing the people secretly observing them to panic. Shen Mingke was also a bit stunned but eventually shook it off, not taking it seriously.
[Oh no, the target is closing in on driver number 22 again. Stop him quickly!]
[Take emergency action!]
[The target has already approached driver number 22, it’s too late!]