Qing Chen stood on the helipad as the hovering vehicle's turbine jets whipped up roaring gusts of wind.
Suddenly, in the distance.
A light rail train was traveling through the sky between the cities, white light shining through its dense rows of windows like a white celestial steed.
Even more remarkable, it was passing through the dense cluster of buildings.
Not through the gaps between them, but through holes carved directly into the bodies of the towering buildings. The light rail passed through the buildings as though traveling through a series of tunnels.
The city suddenly became strangely mysterious.
"Since you can come out whenever you want, why stay in Prison No. 18?" Qing Chen suddenly asked.
"Because the prison is quieter than this place? You'll find out soon enough," Li Shutong said without answering directly.
As the waiter turned to lead the way, Qing Chen lowered his voice and asked, "It's already one in the morning. Is the restaurant still open?"
Li Shutong glanced at him. "Life in this city that never sleeps has only just begun."
"Don't people need to sleep? Don't they have to work tomorrow?" Qing Chen asked in confusion.
"The Qing family previously discovered a unique use for neural interface technology. It can simulate neural wave patterns outside the brain and help people enter deep sleep. Sleeping two or three hours a day is enough," Li Shutong said.
"Doesn't that technology have side effects?" Qing Chen asked again.
"Of course it does," Li Shutong said. "After using it for a month, you won't be able to sleep in even if you want to."
"That's kind of miserable," Qing Chen remarked. Though he worked hard, he still enjoyed the occasional pleasure of sleeping.
Li Shutong said to Qing Chen, "Technology is a double-edged sword. No one