Violence was not allowed to seize commissions, but that did not mean violence itself was forbidden.
A Special Project that came and went in a hurry did not have much impact on Ji Li's progress.
As he was once again bathed in the cold afterglow, dusk had reached the limit of its final struggle, and the surging long night was about to descend.
When Ji Li opened his eyes again, what he held between his fingers was no longer a cigarette, but a soft-textured ticket.
It resembled an Admission Ticket. The words Chenghu shone in brilliant gold, illuminating an amusement park and its many landmark structures.
Yet every pattern on the ticket was gray, except for a slender, round Red Pattern slightly above the center.
It was called a pattern, but it was actually extremely obscure and contained no hint of information. It looked like an elongated watermelon seed.
There was no information, but it definitely had a purpose.
Unable to make anything out from the pattern, Ji Li shifted his focus to the ticket itself. It was clearly an Admission Ticket.
Ji Li raised his gaze and looked up at the enormous Chenghu Paradise, yet he did not know which entrance the ticket was for, or when he was meant to enter.
But one thing was clear—this ticket was the reward for a Special Project.
Perhaps after completing a certain number of Special Projects, a special location would open, and one could enter with the ticket.
And that place would surely be the end point of this Commission Mission.
In the eastern part of Chenghu Paradise, at the Carousel Project.
Unprecedented tension hung on Huangfu Jiajia's still-youthful face. The cold wind kept blowing against her temples, yet dense beads of sweat formed there.
She stared intently at the