The voice was close.
Even with the noisy music all around, Fang Chang could tell that the remark had been directed at him.
The expression on his face immediately turned serious. He quickly turned his head and saw a girl seated at the bar beside him.
In the dim light, he saw a head of rebellious green short hair.
Even in Boulder City, such an eye-catching hair color was extremely rare.
She was short and slender. Beneath her fluffy bangs were mismatched eyes, and her left eye was visibly distorted—probably a prosthetic or electronic eye of some sort. Her delicate nose bridge and chin looked surgically altered, or perhaps they were technological creations from the start.
Fang Chang's gaze lowered to her left shoulder, where a large number of metal components were visible, similar in style to Gale's.
However, Gale's metal arm had been made by the Pioneer, so it was clearly much more high-end than hers.
The girl did not mind Fang Chang's fixed stare and continued in a casual tone.
"If you're interested in those three at table twelve, I can help you find out about them."
Table twelve was exactly where the group Fang Chang had been following was seated.
"What's your name?"
"Dolly... Your pronunciation is strange. Are you from another province?" The girl looked at Fang Chang, one eyebrow raised with mild interest.
Dolly?
What a strange name.
"Fang Chang." After a pause, Fang Chang continued, "Where I'm from isn't important... As for your proposal just now, how do you plan to find out?"
"I know that dancer. Her name is Nixie, and she's one of the star attractions here." Dolly pointed at the dancer sitting in the booth and said without reservation, "Give me a tip, and I can ask her anything for you,