(The previous chapter's title was mistyped; the chapter itself was correct.)
Under cover of night, in a residential complex on the outskirts of Magic City.
A black supercar led the way, with two SUVs following behind, slowly driving into the unremarkable complex.
Perhaps because it was far from the city center, the complex was sprawling, with generous amounts of space devoted to greenery and public areas. It had plenty of lawns and plazas of various sizes, basic outdoor fitness areas, children's playgrounds, and more.
Perhaps for that very reason, the complex was quite lively even late at night. Elderly people strolled, young people jogged, couples played with their children, and groups of middle-aged women danced in the plazas.
Songs and dancing filled the peaceful, prosperous scene. Even the tragedy in downtown Magic City that day had not affected this place in the slightest.
Yet perhaps no one could have imagined that this tranquil place was also an ideal haven for filth and corruption.
As society progressed and technology advanced, construction and other industries naturally kept pace.
These days, virtually every newly built residential complex had to have an underground parking garage. Its passages extended throughout the complex, and often one level was not enough-there were two or three full levels.
Building these garages generally involved hollowing out the space beneath the entire complex. For a slightly larger complex, or one linking several phases of development, calling the space underneath a vast underground city would hardly be an exaggeration.
This "underground city" lacked neither water nor electricity, but to save on electricity bills, few property management companies were willing to keep the entire interior lit. Motion-activated lights and dim illumination in a handful of areas were already about as much as one could expect.
That meant most of the interior was