236 Familiar Faces (1/2)

Derisive remarks echoed in the alley as two mature women were thrown out of the front door. When they noticed that people were looking at them, they covered their bodies with their clothes before running away.

Jun shook his head seeing that the two weren't even embarrassed about being seen naked. He then felt a presence coming towards him and saw Blake by the side, looking worried.

Blake anxiously said, ”D-did you not like the girls? They are already the top ones from the outer district. Do you prefer the innocent ones? Please don't worry. I would personally enter the business district to search for the freshest ones right at this moment.”

Jun frowned and replied. ”What do you mean?”

”Eh?” Blake turned to Jun in puzzlement. ”Weren't you asking for some good service? Isn't that why you left ten-thousand on the table?”

”Haa... I guess it's also my fault. I didn't leave money for extra service. I paid in advance since I thought you'll need the money to pay for your connections. You don't have those? Then, how will you get what I need? Oh, and by the way. I want this to be quiet. I don't need rumors or any more problems. Do you understand what I mean?”

Blake stared at Jun for a long time. With the few hints Jun gave him, he finally realized that he was dealing with some hot sh*t that would definitely cause trouble for him.

Considering that he already accepted the task, he planned to finish it as quickly as possible and be done with this farce.

Blake gulped then nodded his head. ”Yes, I understand.”

Jun closed the door, then said. ”Don't send women anymore.”

After going back to his room, he remained uneasy. He sneaked out from one of the windows then strolled the outer district. He did not wear his cloak since he felt like it was making him suspicious.

For some reason, he felt eyes were watching him but he couldn't find anyone when he turns around.

The outer district was literally the outskirts of the city. A police tape that is usually used to prevent people from entering a crime scene was used to separate the outer district from the business district. Here, he finally saw soldiers but they were strict and only talked to him after he presented his business class citizenship.

After another fruitless attempt, Jun walked away in disappointment. Well, at least he learned a lot of information.

Police officers can be found at the boundary of the business class district and the social class district. He also learned that the city was actually divided into three.

Jun thought that people could still move around freely but there were actually barriers that separated the three areas.

The outer district is the outer shell of the city and also its first line of defense. Blockades were positioned at every national highway with trained soldiers stationed nearby. The outer district took fifty percent of the city landmass since the refugee numbered in tens of thousands.

It was surprising to learn of the numbers but Jun felt warm inside him. Knowing that a lot of people survive somehow lightens his mood.

The business district takes thirty percent of the city and is between the social and outer districts. People from the outer district could only enter the business district if they have a Labor Pass or a Merchant ID.

The Social District covers the remaining twenty percent which includes the City Hall and the nearby unique infrastructures; such as the Cathedral Church, the Rizal Capitol Building. the Y Gymnasium and dozens of Malls. The entry points were heavily guarded by the police and several soldiers.

”Jun Reyes... Jun... Bok, I feel like I heard that name before. I just can't remember where.”

”Bok, stop saying random things... if other people from our class heard you, they might think you really like men.” said the soldier while taking a step away from his partner.

On his stroll on the outer district, Jun passed through numerous markets. Sadly, most of the stalls only sell regular wares; scraps, clothes, food. The most unique item he saw at the market was the custom-made serrated knives which had different sizes and length. The stall owner said that serrated knives cause more damage. It also makes enemies move slower while losing more blood. He claimed that it was a good weapon for those weak people who don't have enough arm strength to pierce through the skull.

Jun asked around for the CAF Garden Resort and Hotel as he shopped around the outer district. Unfortunately, all of the people he asked weren't locals and were refugees from nearby towns.

With his meager results, he wondered whether he should enter the business district to fish for information. The locals, even if unskilled laborers, should be living in the business district, right?

After buying every weird plant and seeds that he encountered, Jun made his way towards one of the entrances for the business district. There was a line but there were not that many people in the queue.

Jun stood in line and waited for his turn. When it came to his turn, he showed his certificate then saw someone familiar in the distance.

The man saw him and walked towards him with a smile.

”When did you arrive? I didn't think that you'll still have the guts to come here.”

”Sup. I see you're still alive? Do you think you'll die anytime soon?”