[Bolago Club - Tipsy Bikini] John sat at the bar, feasting. A supreme gooey pizza with synthetic meat, baked fresh with double cheese. His cheeks bulged as he lifted a craft beer, swallowing the half-chewed bits and the sticky stuff in his throat. John gave a delighted sound and then said to Gino. "I finally sent the baseball bat back to Whistle Community, and Tinfoil said he wanted to keep the files to research for a while. Well, that’s about it." John invited Gino out for a meal. As the initiator, she had the right to know some information, even if he chose to remain tight-lipped, Tinfoil and the baseball bat would share the same. Gino showed concern about the Serum. More than the residual data and Pandora, she was curious about the identities of other members of the Wanderer Alliance. Before this, only Tinfoil had offline contact with Gino. The shop opposite the Macao Boxing Gym was definitely a treasure. No wonder people from the mall loved to flock here. Richly seasoned synthetic meat, various derivative dishes, and for the citizens of Eden City, used to sour protein blocks and sticky fast meals, it was like finding a taste oasis. John enjoyed the most satisfying pizza since moving to the West District. The small door beside the bar opened. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥 "You seem to really like beer, try this." The bartender stepped out with something. She had golden hair tied up and donned a black and white suit, placing a one-liter Marca Kruku cup on the table. Two specially made pepper sausages sizzled with oil. "Don’t be surprised, John, these things are new trials, yet to appear on the menu, I hope you can give some serious advice." The blonde girl smiled and winked. She said this special beer was an improved version of Wiesenbier, gentler than the stimulant-laced version, and would not strain original organs. John hesitated to speak. Though he often came to this Tipsy Bikini bar for meals, he couldn’t precisely remember her name. He silently activated the scan. [Faction: Black Gold Gang] [Profile: American, owner of Tipsy Bikini bar.] "Still not accustomed to the life of a street celebrity? John, or do you prefer me ..." Angelica puffed out her chest, tugging at the corner of her suit. She removed everything down including the perfume-scented shirt inside, and kicked off her black silver-edged pants. Revealing a beach swimsuit-like look. Skin was standard wheat-colored, low-tech, yet the lines were smooth, a body built through traditional training, with lipstick and champagne glass tattoos on her waist and arms. Gino lived opposite the boxing gym. She knew Angelica, with girls chatting, envy over each other’s toned abs arose, daringly reaching to feel the skin.`); John suddenly realized. Macao often sat at the counter with him, delivering meals each time was Angelica. He hadn’t expected her to be the owner. [Shops - Tipsy Bikini] Waitresses are fiery and passionate beauties, naturally becoming the most popular, expansive bar in the mall. Angelica leaned on the counter, propping her chin up, leaning forward, winking at John. "Have I sparked your memory?" "Sorry, I didn’t realize this was your place." John lifted his glass in salute. The night he took down Hoffman, Angelica had invited him out on a date, forgotten due to injuries and discontent. "Can only a bar owner stir the desire to conquer?" "Don’t do that, I didn’t mean to offend you." "Still so cute, John, just teasing, the waitresses and bartenders are hobbies of mine, I recommend special drinks to customers I fancy, would you like to try one?" "What’s the level of intensity and hallucination?" Angelica raised her gaze, her long legs crossed elegantly. "Maybe a slight buzz, slower reaction speed, but you’ll become especially hard to beat." "Maybe next time then." John smiled, turning down her offer, and paid for his meal. Angelica asked. "Do you have plans for tonight?" Lately, he felt uneasy, unexpectedly becoming sullen and gloomy after life stabilized—suspected of being embroiled in a peculiar conspiracy, yet with no leverage against the company to investigate, helpless but wait for bits of intel. John had Macao book a Black Gold Gang boxing match. He sought thrills, a way to vent. [Series Task Arena: Street Nova] [Reward: Prize money, melee weapon [random]] The venue was set in the Bolago Club underground. Located at the junction of the VIP area and the mall outskirts. If the celebrity gambling joint was considered the Ancient Roman Arena, this was a peculiar octagonal cage, a gathering of the vile and bloody. It’s held in a concrete basement. Live people were placed inside electric wire fencing for life and death battles. [Checked by the machine. (Not achieved)] Disable single-molecule wires and Mantis Blades, the metal proportion of hand modifications must be below the standard of external weapons, items such as embedded brass knuckles and high-voltage touchpoints all need to be removed. John walked through the scanner, He wore a black T-shirt, staring at the ceiling. The dimly lit corridor was crowded, some standing, other sitting, each muscular, their expressions fierce. John reached the end of the corridor. Two exaggeratedly muscular men blocked him. "It’s not game time yet, go back and wait, if restless, find a corner and get a quick fix first."