Noble Family Feud

Under a sky shrouded in gray fog, a cargo ship bound for the city that never sleeps is moving at a leisurely pace.

Below deck, a group of people sat excitedly and nervously in the dirty cabin.

The cargo crew member glanced at the ground and gave a chilling smile.

Almost every day, a large number of illegal immigrants try to enter the city that never sleeps, which is known as paradise by outsiders.

But most of the illegal immigrants die outside of paradise, never even getting a glimpse of the city before they die.

"Good luck, trash."

The senior engineer, dressed in worn-out clothes, sat calmly in a corner. Opposite him was a guy who supposedly had a brother who was a "high-ranking executive in a company," talking at length about the high-end lifestyle of "red wine and beef" in the future.

Next to that guy was a clone, who, according to the clone, was going to inherit the estate of his "never-seen" parents.

Next to the senior engineer was a super fan who wanted to meet Idol, the most popular virtual idol in the City That Never Sleeps.

His first step was to go to the fan club in the downtown area. It is said that each fan club has an idol experience machine, which allows you to enjoy a free virtual reality experience of being intimate with your idol.

Then he will go online to meet his idol face-to-face.

Of course, the majority of people here are ambitious individuals looking to "make a fortune" in the city that never sleeps; their restlessness is evident in their eyes.

A garbage-strewn smuggling boat was transformed by this group of people into what felt like an entrepreneurs' summit.

Compared to them, the people around the senior engineer are relatively "normal".

"Dude, what are you doing at the City That Never Sleeps?" the younger brother of the high-ranking executive asked curiously.

"Recognizing relatives."

"You have relatives in the city that never sleeps? What kind of relatives?"

You'll find out when you get there.

The executive's younger brother thought for a moment, then, thinking himself a loyal friend, patted the executive on the shoulder and said generously, "Poor people living with relatives are most likely to be looked down upon. If I get the chance, I'll introduce you to a job so you can make a living in a big city."

The senior engineer glanced at the other person and said with a forced smile, "Then I'll have to trouble you, brother."

"Of course, of course."

"Brother, which company do your brothers work for as senior executives?"

The executive's younger brother wore a mysterious expression and said, "I'm only telling you this because you're one of us. Ever heard of virtual property investment?"

Virtual property ownership? That sounds like something from the real estate industry.

The senior engineer had indeed never heard of it, but the clone next to him heard of it and immediately shamelessly came over.

"It's actually a subsidiary of the virtual world. That's quite a name in the City That Never Sleeps. I'll have to trouble you to take care of me in the future."

"Sure, sure," the younger brother of the executive said casually, "By the way, what do your parents, whom you've never met, do?"

The executive's brother wasn't stupid either. When introducing himself, the executive revealed that he was an underground mechanic. These kinds of people are the easiest to survive in the city that never sleeps. They repair weapons for gangsters, take jobs on the black market, and if they're lucky, they can even get outsourced tasks from the mechanical mastermind.

These kinds of people are valuable to win over.

But does this ugly clone really have wealthy parents? The executive's brother says he doesn't believe it.

"Keep your voices down! The mechanical eyeliner is coming!"

The cabin immediately fell silent.

The senior engineer closed his eyes, and a faint mist appeared around his eyes. Under the dark sky, a drone flew over. This type of drone had a peculiar appearance, like a mechanical octopus shrunk to the size of a basketball. The spherical center was a metal searchlight, which shone a beam of light that streaked across the darkness with a dazzling light.

On several occasions, the beam of light was only a few meters away from the smuggling boat.

About half an hour later, the "mechanical eyeliner" disappeared into the darkness.

All the illegal immigrants breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and felt lingering fear.

No one was in the mood to talk anymore.

Three more days passed.

The temperature at the bottom of the cabin was getting lower and lower. Sometimes, when they woke up early in the morning, they could touch the frost that had formed. The crew members came down more than once to pick up the frozen stowaways and throw them into the river.

Moreover, the environment at the bottom of the ship's hold is becoming increasingly harsh.

After all, hundreds of people eat, drink, and relieve themselves in that small space.

Gradually, a strange and foul stench filled the cabin.

The fan boy named Ono subconsciously moved closer to the senior engineer.

He discovered that whenever he was near the other person, the stench and coldness would inexplicably disappear.

The senior engineer glanced at the other person, smiled, and closed his eyes again.

Finally, as the upper deck was pulled open, a rough, powerful sound rang out.

"Congratulations, you trash, you've arrived at your paradise!"

A group of people hurriedly climbed out of the cabin and rushed ashore.

The shore isn't the City That Never Sleeps. This smuggling boat brought them to the vicinity of the City That Never Sleeps. Whether they can get in depends on the smugglers' skills.

A group of people also stood on the shore, all of them wrapped in thick clothes, against a backdrop of gloomy skies, scorched earth, and eerie weather that seemed to spew out white mist.

This is nothing like the legendary paradise.

"Hurry up, hurry up, this batch is waiting for you."

"There's no time, get in the car quickly."

"Damn it, do I have to treat you again?"

The people responsible for guiding us were all menacing-looking, more like gangsters than actual gangsters. Their vehicles included motorcycles, delivery trucks, and modified locomotives.

Generally speaking, the higher the vehicle's class, the higher the chance of a successful smuggling attempt.

The stowaway who got into the taxi glanced around smugly before casually getting in.

One or two of them were actually leaders, and a group of people surrounded him.

The senior engineer looked at Ono and noticed that the boy had an anxious expression on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Brother Gao, it seems the car that was supposed to pick me up hasn't arrived." Ono's expression was full of fear.

"Then come with me."

The senior engineer walked up to a man smoking a cigarette. The man was leaning against a Volkswagen Beetle. When he saw the senior engineer coming over, the man extended his hand.

"A hungry wolf?"

"It's me."

"Get in the car."

The senior engineer led Xiao Ye inside, and a few seconds later, a young man with slicked-back hair approached—it was the senior engineer's younger brother.

"Hey, Brother Gao! It must be my older brother's carelessness; he forgot to pick me up. Could you give me a ride? Seriously, I'll repay you tenfold when we get to the City That Never Sleeps!"

"Is it convenient?" the senior engineer asked.

"The money you gave me is enough to carry ten people."

"Then come on up."

The executive's younger brother got into the car with a fawning expression, constantly greeting the three of them, completely lacking his previous domineering and arrogant demeanor.

"Holy crap, that genetics guy!"

The executive's younger brother casually glanced out the window and saw a super luxurious extended sports car parked in front of the clone, with two android beauties spreading a red carpet at the clone's feet.

A middle-aged butler in a formal suit bowed slightly.

"Welcome back, young master."

The gene-man was so excited that his face turned red and he was at a loss for what to do. Amidst the various complicated looks from the crowd, he floated in and sat down.

"He really is the son of a rich man!?"

For a moment, the executive's younger brother's eyes were filled with jealousy and disbelief.

Ono's mouth dropped open.

The man with the cigarette in his mouth smiled disdainfully, stepped on the gas, and the Beetle sped away from the ferry terminal.

"Want to watch TV?" a man with a cigarette in his mouth asked on the street.

"OK."

The man with the cigarette in his mouth turned on the car's infotainment system, where a gaudy-looking presenter was screaming loudly.

"Welcome to the new season of 'Infighting in a Wealthy Family: Genetic Offspring.' Which clone will ultimately emerge victorious and become a true scion of the wealthy family?"

Countless spectators cheered.

On the television screen, the three saw a familiar face.

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