Back to the Real World
After handing over the huge sum of twelve million to the Flying Cat Organization's personnel in charge of receiving the money, the person glanced at the group with a strange look and then spoke:
"There are only five of you in this group. We recommend two options: one is for everyone to go out together, and the other is for one person to go out every two hours. Of course, you can also discuss it yourselves. In principle, we will not interfere in any way. Moreover, we promise that this door will not be used again for at least one day. If you are worried about the impact on those who come later, you can leave the area around the door as soon as possible. As for coming back... that is not within our service scope."
The others seemed quite calm about this prior warning, but Feng Xue wasn't sure whether they actually knew all along or were just pretending to be experienced like him.
However, it didn't really matter. Almost without any discussion, all five people, including Feng Xue, chose to go out together.
That's not something to worry about. Putting aside the possibility of being ambushed by the advance party, what if they start a massacre as soon as they step out? Wouldn't we be facing a group of heavily armed soldiers when we go out?
Having already experienced being a prisoner once, Feng Xue didn't want to experience what it felt like to escape again, and most of the others probably felt the same way.
The Flying Cat Organization members didn't seem surprised by this outcome. The leader clapped his hands lightly, and the extremely haggard-looking man immediately stood up as if by reflex, went to the door like a zombie, and pulled open the door.
Through the door frame, the group could clearly see the scene outside. The door led to what appeared to be a store, and outside was a main street. However, it seemed to be late at night, and there were few pedestrians on the street, with only the occasional car driving by, creating a brief commotion.
"Well then, I wish you all good fortune in your martial arts endeavors." The Flying Cat's manager reached out and dragged the person who had opened the door back to his chair, urging the group on. They exchanged glances, ignoring the information pouring in through the gate, and took their first step towards the mortal realm...
The moment the familiar yet strange sense of distortion washed over him, Feng Xue, who was already prepared, immediately pulled up his cloak. The "Ghostly Evasion" power enveloped it, causing his body to vanish from the spot in an instant.
Feng Xue's sudden behavior immediately alerted the others. When she was stared at by the four men with hostile eyes, Feng Xue shrugged without any apology, thinking to herself, "If you had ever experienced being mowed down by a machine gun while going out, you would probably react even more strongly than me." Without offering any further explanation, she turned and disappeared into the night.
Seeing this, the other four did not linger. Without any discussion, they chose different directions and disappeared into the street.
"Thank goodness, there weren't any idiots who couldn't wait to make a move at the door." Hidden in the shadows, Feng Xue sheathed his Sleeve Blade and began searching the nearby shops that were still open. Although the shop signs on both sides of the road were written in Victoria script, he couldn't be entirely sure whether this was the Federal Columbia, the Victoria Kingdom, or some other small country that used Victoria script.
"Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that this is another parallel world... Well, let's look around the streets first and see if we can find an ATM."
Feng Xue muttered to himself, took out his Alligator Wallet from his Storage Bag and stuffed it into his pocket, then put his expensive fountain pen into his shirt pocket. In an instant, he exuded a peculiar aura, and anyone who saw him would think that he was very rich and an excellent... robbery target.
Unfortunately, whether it's due to the time difference or the inherent incompatibility of the two worlds, the time in this country is around 4 a. m. At such a time, even the most diligent ATM wouldn't bother to rob someone.
However, Feng Xue didn't come away empty-handed; at least he saw quite a few homeless people while walking the streets.
"Even Saint Lotan City doesn't have this many homeless people, does it?" Feng Xue looked at the men and women huddled in their sleeping bags, her lips twitching slightly.
However, this does not mean that living conditions here are worse than in Saint Lotan City. Rather, it's because if a homeless person in Saint Lotan City dares to sleep on the street, he will have nothing left the next day—including his life.
"Generally speaking, it should be some developed countries... well, at least homeless people can afford sleeping bags and dogs."
Feng Xue glanced at the homeless man sleeping in his sleeping bag with his pet dog, then abandoned her idea of finding a newspaper in the homeless man's "blanket" and continued wandering the streets.
Unfortunately, as dawn broke, Feng Xue still couldn't find any 24-hour shops. On the contrary, piercing alarms began to sound from the roadside.
"Looks like some of those colleagues have already made their move..."
Feng Xue sighed. She had no intention of becoming a righteous hero. Instead, she quickened her pace, moving away from the direction of the siren. Fortunately, her Phantom of the Opera's Evening Gown blended seamlessly into the crowd, and even as the streets gradually came alive with the sirens, Feng Xue attracted no attention.
No one would find it strange that this seemingly wealthy Asian man was here.
At least when they ask for money, they're no different from the ATMs in Saint Lotan City.
At 7:30 a. m., Feng Xue, holding a handful of change she had just gotten from the ATM, walked into the newly opened convenience store on the street. Relying on the day's newspaper, Feng Xue finally figured out where she was.
Bexley City, the capital of the Victoria Kingdom.
"Tsk, I really don't know whether to call this good luck or bad luck!" Feng Xue picked up Bekeland tourist map, grabbed a bottle of Happy Water and two boxes of cookies, and then went to the cashier.
The cashier at the checkout counter was a middle-aged woman who looked to be around forty years old. She seemed a little sleepy as she scanned the items one by one.
"That'll be £2 and 17 pence in total."
"Okay." Feng Xue immediately took out two pounds in paper money and a 50-pence coin from a handful of change and handed them to the woman. The woman looked at the coin with obvious disgust and took out a calculator to start pressing the keys.
"No need to calculate, just give me thirty-three pence..." Feng Xue said immediately when she saw the old lady struggling with the massage. Upon hearing this, the old lady actually showed a suspicious look, as if to say, "You Feng Xue, are you kidding me?" and then continued to massage on her own.
Feng Xue's lips twitched as she watched the older woman laboriously pressing the calculator buttons, and she couldn't help but sigh, "So it's true what they said online in my past life: Victorians can't do math without a calculator..."
PS1: To reiterate, the world in the book is not Terra, not Mystery, and not the Real World. The place names are just pseudonyms to avoid censorship, so don't overthink it.
PS2: Ambulances in Victoria are expensive, but still much cheaper than in Colombia. A slightly more expensive ambulance costs around £300, which is significantly cheaper than the several thousand dollars in Colombia.