After passing through the dazzling Quantum Tunnel, Yang Bo appeared on the rooftop of a building.
It was nighttime, but neon lights glittered around him and traffic streamed through the streets. Clearly, this city had a thriving nightlife.
Removing his special dimension-traveling outfit, Yang Bo felt himself over and murmured with a smile, "Looks like I'm not missing any parts."
He walked to the edge of the roof and surveyed the vintage neon signs and cars filling the streets. Looking at all the successful-looking men in sharp suits, Yang Bo couldn't quite figure out what era this was.
"The fifties? The sixties? Looks like I'll have to ask someone."
What bothered him most was that the cash in his backpack apparently couldn't be used here.
As the saying went, money made a man; without it, a man was in trouble.
Just then, he keenly spotted someone in a car across the street holding up binoculars and looking toward him... or rather, toward the entrance of the building beneath his feet.
He instinctively looked down, and his eyes nearly popped out.
"Holy shit, they really go all out here!"
A group of beautiful women in underwear stepped out of vintage cars. Completely unconcerned by the looks they drew, they sauntered straight through the doors of the club beneath him.
Yang Bo thought humans were strange. He'd seen plenty of women in bikinis on beaches and online without feeling remotely interested, but seeing a group of women in underwear in an office or a shopping mall felt exciting.
"The underwear styles are a bit dated, though."
After offering his most honest assessment, Yang Bo looked up at the car parked outside the club. The woman who had been holding the binoculars was now doing something baffling.
She began taking off her clothes