Yusei Karagami since he was born has always had an obsession with cars, classic cars, muscle cars, sports cars, JDM cars, super cars, hyper cars. He dreamed every night of being a professional race car driver, until one fateful day, he died and got reincarnated, into a world where cars are living things and most importantly the dominant species.

Yusei Yagami since he was born has always had an obsession with cars, classic cars, muscle cars, sports cars, JDM cars, super cars, hyper cars. He dreamed every night of being a professional race car driver, until one fateful day, he died and got reincarnated, into a world where cars are living things and most importantly the dominant species.

What happens when two worlds collide. A runner and a hi-caste K-sec Lieutenant officer run into each other after faith has been in prison for 2 years.

Andrea Caputo was a girl who worked as a chef at Serra Restaurant, her parents died and left her and her little sister sick sister alone, one day coincidence brings her and Luca Serra the leader of one of the biggest Italian Mafia together, but also the coincidence has once brought her with the FBI agent Owen Jones when she's put between her little sister and prison what is she going to do?

Luca Serra, one of the most feared Mafia Capos, everyone who dared to say no to him ended up dead, but one day he puts his sight on the best chef at his restaurant, Andrea Caputo when he knew about her sister, he took advantage of her, but what will happen when he finds out that she has been arrested.

Owen Jones, one of the best FBI agents, he was an orphan until one day, a loving family who couldn't have kids, adopted him, but they were killed when he was 18 years old and he knew who was responsible for that so he decided to go after them and became an FBI agent, but what will happen when life gets him and Andrea Caputo together.

A neet a closed in classic otaku as he was passing his days watching different kinds of animes... 
Decided it was time to go out and be something in this rottern world...
Too bad that fate had other plans when he saw a car losing control and fell on him!!!

Ling SenHao understood that it was Mo ShaoQing who completely agreed to leave the child.
    "Okay, really good!" Ling SenHao suppressed the wetness in his eyes and smiled.
    Mo ShaoQing looked at Ling SenHao crying and laughing. My heart was throbbing, and he said silently: Stupid dad!
    But why is it not so in his heart? The child who thought he would never have, now is within reach, the fool will give up.
    The two smiled at each other, and then hugged each other.
    After a while, Mo ShaoQing realized that it was still on the road. Fortunately, it was too late. There were basically no people in the country of B. If it were in China, it would cause traffic congestion.
    "Let's go to the manor again the next day, the big evening will not be too good..." Mo ShaoQing suggested.
    "Okay." Ling SenHao agreed. Even if Mo ShaoQing said that the sun rises from the west, he would agree.
    According to Ling SenHao, County Combs was originally the fief of the Lawrence family, so the Duke is also called the Duke of Combs.
    There are more than a dozen cities in County Combs, the capital is City A, and Combs Manor is also located in it. City A also has one of the most famous university towns in Country B, second only to City L.
    There are famous coms university, imperial college and so on. The Zhouli Royal Conservatory where Han Ziyi studied was also among them. Mo ShaoQing remembered that the two hadn't seen each other for a long time. Maybe he could take this opportunity to meet before he graduates.
 

    The two came to the Lebby District of City A under the County of Combes. City A is a very old city. Lebby District was built in the 13th century, so it has a strong classic style.
    Passing through tall buildings, there is a row of ancient Gothic buildings in the center of the city.
    Under the expectation of Mo ShaoQing, Ling SenHao's classic car parked outside a small castle gate.
    The high wall separates the building from the high-rise buildings outside, forming a unique space.
    The gilt carvings on the black iron fence gate and the gold family crest are gorgeous and retro. Through the cracks, you can see the white spotlights shining on the wall of the castle, covering it with a mysterious veil. Two guards in national B-style military uniforms are holding long swords to defend their territory.
    "This gate is the same as the one downstairs in the East Lake Mansion?" Mo ShaoQing said in surprise.
    "Yes, this is the castle of my family that I told you before, called Fort Saint-Terber. The eagle pattern on the gate and the flag is the family emblem. This castle was built in the 16th century by the previous dukes. They all live here. Later, because of the war, the great-grandfather took his family and went to live in the countryside. The grandfather also got married there. We all grew up there. Gradually, we never returned to live here. Now this building has been opened to become a Tourist attractions are open on the 1st and 15th of every month, and the king will stay here when he visits..."
    After speaking, Ling SenHao stepped forward to talk to the guard. The guard made a few gestures and the door slowly opened.
    The entire castle is made of gray stones, and it looks really old. The whole building is in a back shape, with a flat lawn in front and a European-style fountain in the middle of the lawn.
    The night was dark, Mo ShaoQing hit Hache and the excitement passed.
    The butler took his steps and quickly ran down from the stone steps of the castle: "I'm so sorry, sir, I didn't know your arrival, and there was no room for you."
    "It's okay, we will stay one night."
    The butler led them through the corridors, past medieval paintings, and opened a room at the end of the corridor.
    To say that it is a room is completely wronged, but the area is almost the same size as a large flat.
    Unlike the rustic appearance of the castle, the interior of the room can no longer be expressed in luxury.
    The whole room is made up of two colors of gold and white. The white walls, golden carvings, and red dark patterns show the gorgeous and noble temperament.
    The room is brightly lit. On both sides of the entrance, there are two large three-meter-high mirrors. There is a crystal wall lamp every three meters on the wall. The crystal chandeliers are like small stars, shining under the light, and decorating the wide hall , The stars guard the large chandelier in the center like a moon.
    The crystal lamp in the center of the ceiling is particularly dazzling. It is inlaid in the center of the gorgeous retro mural, and the crystals emit a wide range of light under the illumination of the light source, and then they are reflected on their respective mirrors to form a dazzling piece.
    "Oh my God, it's more exaggerated than TV series!" Mo ShaoQing found a sofa nearby and sat down, "It's so soft!"
    Ling SenHao was anxious, but he didn't dare to say anything serious, and said softly, "Why are you so careless, and there are children, can you jump around? Can it be such an improper thing!"
    "I forgot! Don't be angry!" Mo ShaoQing stuck his tongue out and quickly changed the subject: "It's so big here! But what are these fences?"
    Ling SenHao couldn't laugh or cry: "Get up, let's go to the room. This is already an open area. I'm afraid it will not be clean. I will ask the butler to bring some food to the room..."
    In any case, he persuaded Mo ShaoQing to enter the room, "I watched castle photos on the Internet, they are all magnificent, I didn't expect it to be the case."
    "In fact, this was not the case before. This is not the fact that the tourism industry has developed in the past two years. The royal family has allocated a lot of money to repair the castle to attract tourists. The entrance fee is used as the maintenance fee for the castle. One of the family's income. But those murals are newly painted, and valuable oil paintings have been donated to the museum..." Ling SenHao unceremoniously demolished the exterior of the prosperous castle.
    "what--"
    Seeing Mo ShaoQing's disappointed expression again, Ling SenHao quickly explained: "The most luxurious in Country B is the palace in City L. I will take you to see if I have the opportunity in the future. Everything there is real..."
    After some toss, Ling SenHao took care of Mo ShaoQing and took a hot bath, ate something, and put on a nightgown to rest.
    Mo ShaoQing: "I'm not a kid anymore, go and handle your work!"
    Ling SenHao went back to the study room next door step by step.
    In such an unfamiliar environment, Mo ShaoQing actually slept well all night.
    The next morning, Mo ShaoQing woke up. Ling SenHao was no longer visible on the bed. The maids walked in slowly, opened the heavy curtains, and handed Mo ShaoQing the toiletries.
    Mo ShaoQing enjoyed the feeling of being served, suddenly felt something was wrong, it seemed a bit noisy outside?
    Ling SenHao opened the door of the bedroom and walked in quickly, with obvious anger on his face.
    "What's wrong? This early?"
    "ShaoQing, we may not be able to get out for a while!" Ling SenHao said helplessly.
    "Did something happen?"
    "I forgot that today is May 15th..."
    May 15... Is May 15 a special day?
    Mo ShaoQing suddenly blessed his soul and said: "Is today the castle open day?"
    "Yes, the butler has actually adjusted the opening hours on the official website last night and extended it for three days, but there are still many tourists who came here early in the morning, not only that..."
    Ling SenHao sighed when he said this: "The media such as "Comms", "Leby River" and others did not know where they heard the wind and rushed over. Now they are at the gate." Ling SenHao looked Toward the window.
 

    Through the bedroom window, Mo ShaoQing clearly saw the layers of people surrounding the iron fence. There were tourists, students, and reporters holding a camera.
    The guards can't do anything to them, they can only lock the door tightly and persuade people to leave.
    But how can these newspapers let go of such an opportunity? In recent years, the royal family has become scarce and has been far from meeting the needs of public gossip. Therefore, the media have focused their attention on a few large families.
    Just last night, someone told the newspaper that St. Taber's Fort was brightly lit all night. What does this mean? This means that someone must have checked in. Then the maintenance news released on the official website confirmed their guess.
    What maintenance? There was a big person staying in. Even if only a few photos were taken, it would be enough for the headlines for the next few days. Thinking of this, the reporters rushed forward even more excitedly.
    Mo ShaoQing understands that Ling SenHao, as a nobleman, has fallen into the headlines of gossip and unpleasant mood for entertainment, and the relationship between the two of them has not been made public. If the news is returned to the country, it will cause an uproar, but-
    "It won't work like this, it may cause a stampede, we still have to go quickly."
    "I know, I have called the city police force, I believe they will come soon."
    "Go in another car. The previous car didn't have window film." Mo ShaoQing suggested.
    "The most urgent task is to evacuate tourists and students..."
    Mo ShaoQing sneered: "As for these reporters, if you want to shoot, let them do it. Don't blame us if you can't make the difference."
    After the police came over, the crowd watching the excitement stopped a lot, hiding in the distance, and the entertainment reporters could only leave temporarily unwillingly.
    The black Maybach drove slowly into the castle, and Mo ShaoQing and Ling SenHao finally got into the car.
    The moment the car left the castle, many people gathered around and the reporters snapped photos of the car, but due to the closedness and privacy of the windows, no valuable photos were taken.
    When the car drove away, the reporters could only curse their mothers at the exhaust.
    Leslie picked up the camera and flipped through the few photos that he had just taken. Without exception, the car windows were all black, and even the individual photos were invisible.
    "FUCK!" He scolded an swear word, and continued to flip through the following photos, one of which attracted his attention, and then his face burst into a surprise smile.
    He had taken photos of the castle before. In front of all the windows, two small figures in a window caught his attention. He zoomed in on the picture and then zoomed in. Although it was still not clear, he could already see— —
    This is obviously the figure of two men...

MACHINE TRANSLATION
Raws: http://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3310766
Chapter 1 to 12: https://chocolatranslations.wordpress.com/category/gourmet-food-service/
 Chapter 1 to 47: https://www.whitecattl.com/2018/11/entertainment-food-service.html
Description 
Shao Qing grew up in the orphanage. In order to survive he went to school during the day and worked part-time at a restaurant during night, becoming a proficient cook. He was looking for his parents when he got into a traffic accident and died. He was reborn into decades before and activated the portable space in his jade pendant. He grew many kinds of flowers, planted trees and sold fruits, opened a restaurant and filmed videos.

In this time when internet celebrities are all on the rage, I must stand above the other shows.

Boss Ling Senhao: Lately I’ve taken a liking to this one person. Long legs, slender waist, really good at acting and the key point is he makes good food. Say, should I sign him or should I sign him?

Mo Shaoqing: So we only agree to work together?

Everyone: Male god Mo’s food is so delicious *cries*

Mo Shaoqing: Actually I’m a cook who’d being held back by my acting work!

In short, this is a gourmet internet celebrity. He started with private kitchen, exploded from forums to weibo then to the entertainment world, from China to overseas, getting the attention of everyone.
Associated Names 
娱乐圈美食担当
YuLe Quan MeiShi DanDa

Author
天籁星璇
TianLai Xing Xuan

Tags
Calm Protagonist 
Celebrities 
Chefs 
Cooking 
Magical Space 
Modern Day 
Mpreg 
Showbiz 
Transmigration 
Transported to Another World

Ace and his new partner, Naomi, hurried up to the reception floor and went further inside down a corridor lined with several doors along its sides until they arrived at a black door with a keypad and scanner beside it. Naomi held up her badge on the scanner, and the door let out a clicking sound as it unlocked, and she pushed it open, exiting the building out onto the backside parking. 

The parking lot was filled with several modern cars, many of which were police cars of the same model; a mostly rectangular shape with some protrusion at the hood for the engine that didn't have an exhaust, below a large glass for the driver's view. The glasses were black from the outside, hiding anything that was inside. The roof of the cars sloped down slightly towards their trunks, which wasn't protruded like the front. The sides of the vehicles didn't seem to have any doors or windows, but this was a common design for the outside to see. The cars weren't sleek or particularly streamlined in design, so they were the same height as the average car, and there was white paint all over accompanied by a checkered black and white design covering the sides, with the word 'Police' written in capitals underneath the designs on both sides of all the vehicles. On the hoods of every vehicle were the words 'London Police' written across in black underneath their symbol. The wheels were partially hidden under the frames and were entirely black, and there were thin, flat headlights fitted to the roof of the cars.

From the pack of doppelgangers, there were a few odd cars out. Ace spotted one that looked similar to a sports car; it was more sleek and a bit shorter compared to the rest as well as having the frame lowered a bit more towards the ground than others, the front glass was slanted from the roof of the car, the hood was protruded outwards more, and the engine exhausts at the back seemed to rise past the trunk, making the car look like a sort of weird mix between a classic Lamborghini and the Batmobile. The paintjob and the fitting of the headlights was the same, but Ace was still attracted to this rich design, and he walked towards it, his eyes filled with enthusiasm.

"Oh, no you don't." Naomi said, running up to him and grabbing his arm to pull him to one of the mundane normal cars. "Those are for street chases, and reserved for the best. Which, right now, is not us. So we take the normal ride."

Ace groaned as he was pulled along. "Normal is boring!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure. We're only going to a jewelry store, not tracking down thieves."

As the two approached the car, Naomi put up her badge again in front of a regular car, and a light came out of the design of the badge on the hood that scanned it. A beeping sound was heard as the car unlocked.

"I'm driving!" Ace said excitedly as he went to the left of the car.

"Sure." Naomi replied, smirking.

When they got to the sides, the area where the doors would have been dematerialized to reveal the black-colored insides. The front seats had white lining in addition to the black while the back seats looked unpleasantly uncomfortable and were divided from the front by a steel cage and bulletproof glass. Ace excitedly sat in as the side of the car re-materialized, this time revealing a window to look out of that wasn't apparent from an outsider's perspective, and his grin faded as he realized his grave mistake; the steering wheel was on the right side of the car in this part of the world. Naomi let out a smug "heh" with a smirk as she placed the Badge in a particular slot next to the steering wheel, firing up the engine.

"Oh. Of course. I forgot the steering wheel is on the right side here!" Ace groaned.

"Maybe next time, partner." Naomi said.

Ace immediately sat up, reforming his expression into a challenging smile. "Let's see what you've got, huh? Get there in 10 minutes, starting now-"

"No thanks. I'm not going to play your little games in the middle of a case. Besides, this jewelry store we're going to is a little further away than 10 minutes. Now, we have somewhere to be, so shall we?"

"Suuuureee." Ace muttered as the car pulled out of its parking spot and exited through the back of the building.

Naomi had said 'a little more than 10 minutes'. They spent 25 getting to their crime scene. They stopped in front of what seemed like a busy district before a crime happened, after which police cars and tape took over. Ace tapped the side of the car and the door dematerialized again, and he stepped out and looked up to admire the suspended monorail passing overhead as the door re-materialized again. Of course, it wasn't that he'd never seen one before, since almost all the cities he's been to has had them, and that too placed higher than the ones here, but seeing them in London had a different charm to them, especially since most of the railway operated underground or through greenery. Maglev really was a revolutionary tech.

Ace shifted his sight down to the district he was in. His face became more serious as he spotted a few odd characteristics on the other side of the street from the store; burn marks on some of the buildings, broken holograms and electronic display boards, damaged bus stops and traffic lights. The first thing that came to his mind from noting these features down was the possibility of a struggle on the other side of the street during the crime, or possibly right after, but it was still too early to determine that.

Keeping his eyes on the other side of the street, he slowly made his way around the car and to the store. When his sight was shifted to the store, he noticed another odd thing; only one of the glass windows were broken, and that too as if someone had crashed through them.

"Oh, I forgot to mention but we're also dealing with an attempted robbery." Naomi said, walking next to Ace.

"Attempted? What stopped them?"

"Isn't it obvious? The homicide stopped the robbery. I guess we'll find out the exact details now."

"Well, I've got a little bit of an idea about what could have happened."

The two entered through the ornate wooden doors, entering a room lit up with golden lights from big, round light pads attached to the ceiling. In front of them was a fallen over corpse of a slightly overweight black male wearing classic robbery clothes. The body had been flipped over to lay on its back over the pool of blood it had left behind. A female forensicist with black hair in a ponytail and wearing jeans and a brown jacket crouched down next to the body, facing away from the detectives, capturing images with flashes of light through a slim, black device in her hands and its holographic controls.

Naomi asked the forensic scientist about the status of the corpse, while Ace looked around the store. The walls of the small store held several mirrors and holographic displays of images related to jewelry and diamonds. Counters with displays of a mix of gold, diamond, and silver jewelry lined the sides of the shop and curved around at the back, connecting the two sides and forming a sort of 'U' around the store. A pillar connected to the ceiling stood in the middle that had mirrors on all four sides. Ace spotted more signs of a struggle; broken glass along the display counters on the side, several broken mirrors around the store, a few damaged holograms here and there, and severe damage on the pillar, specifically on the mirror facing the door.

"Signs of struggle." Naomi and Ace both said in unison as they turned to each other, caught by surprise.

Ace smirked. "Good enough for you now?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself." Naomi said sternly. "The body has bruise markings and damage to the head, meaning something went down here. The cause of death, though, was definitely a shot to the chest. They've yet to find out the murder weapon, but it won't take long."

"The shop says yes." Ace said lightheartedly, gesturing to the damage done around the jewelry store. "Probably some disagreement causing them to turn on each other. You want my in-depth guess of the reason, though?" he asked turning to Naomi.

Naomi tilted her head and pursed her lips. "Sure, why not?"

"They probably intended a peaceful robbery, harmed someone by accident, and then fought in the middle of their grand operation. It also seems like it was in the presence of a Super-boy."

"And why is that?"

"Well, there's only one glass broken, meaning someone crashed through." he said, pointing at the broken window. "Last I checked, a normal human couldn't do that and I'm pretty sure there weren't any railguns or bazookas being used in a robbery. Plus, it looks like there was a struggle on the other side of the street." Ace said, pointing at the damage at the sidewalk opposite.

Naomi turned to Ace, wide-eyed. "So, you're suggesting some superman dude threw one of the robbers across the street?" Ace nodded, smiling at how American she spoke for someone living in England. "Yeah, you're crazy. That's a big load of bullshit."

Ace sighed exasperatedly. "Alright, then, what do you think?"

Naomi looked at him, seeming unsure. "Haven't really nailed this idea, but I think they were fighting over the rewards. With enough force, you can break through that glass, too. They probably got real violent. So the murderer is definitely one of this guy's own." she finished, pointing her chin down at the corpse.

"Not a bad guess. Still think mine is better, though." Ace remarked. "What about the other side of the street?"

"I don't know, probably people panicking and pushing each other in a rush?"

"Well, there's burn marks on the walls there."

"So? Could just be your eyes playing tricks on you. It's not uncommon for people to put out their smokes on the walls, either."

'You have got to be kidding me.' was Ace's only thought to those far-fetched guesses. Naomi turned her attention away after returning a confused look at him and asked officers standing nearby, "Any witnesses?"

"Not many. There were people on the streets who fled the scene, and there weren't a lot of customers in during the crime. Most of the staff present were killed. The only person we have to talk to right now is the manager; he's outside."

Ace followed Naomi outside as they approached a police van that had the rear doors open, and a middle-aged balding man with brown hair sat inside. He had a somewhat frightened expression on his face as he stared at the road with wide eyes. Naomi approached the man and greeted him before questioning him.

"Did you see who did it?"

"N-no.." the man said, fidgeting with fear. "They were all wearing masks. They were all smaller than this guy, though." he said, looking at the corpse inside his store.

"What happened?" Ace exclaimed sternly, interrupting his partner's questioning. The man recoiled back slightly in fear.

"I-it was crazy! He threw them around like dolls! When they were fighting, there was fire burning!"

"Fire!? What fire?" Ace said, seeming even more threatening as he got closer to the man.

"I-I didn't see...I was hiding behind the counters. It was the only way I could've lived!" the man responded, shouting with fear.

"Ace!" Naomi shouted, pulling her partner back. "What the hell are you doing!? Trying to scare our only witness?"

Ace was about to lash out at her, but calmed himself down. "Tch. Look, you won't understand, but there's something bigger than a little fight going on here. I'm certain that the fire he's talking about and the burn marks over there are related."

"All right. Fine. Let's say I believe you." Naomi replied, stepping back a little. "How do you explain it?"

"Superhumans. Spirits. Fae-"

"Alright, that's enough out of you." she loudly interrupted. "I told you I don't want any of that bullshit if you want to cooperate. Are you trying to push me away? So you can go solo?"

Ace scoffed. "Trust me, if that was what I wanted, I would be doing much worse. For once, I don't feel like working solo. But you need to believe me."

"Alright, look. I'm done with this conversation. Forensics will get a report and identify the murder weapon tomorrow. Is there anything else we can do right now to find the murderer?" Naomi said.

Ace thought for a second, before crossing the street with Naomi following after him.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Wait."

Ace analyzed the affected objects, searching for something in particular. He looked at the walls. He looked at the bus stops. He looked at the holograms and electronic displays. Someone had to have gotten injured in the panic that must have happened during the big fight inside. Finally, he found what he was looking for on a traffic light's pole. A blood stain. Someone must've gotten a small cut against the pole.

"How long ago was the crime?" Ace asked.

"They estimate it to be about an hour and a half." Naomi replied, looking at him with confusion.

"Okay, do you think we can get DNA out of this stain here?" he said, pointing his chin at the bloodstain on the pole. 

"Maybe."

"Okay. Have them find a match for this ASAP. And check the street cameras. It was pretty early when it happened, so we should find our guys fairly easy."

Naomi stood there in surprise, taken aback by his analysis. "Damn. You aren't all talk after all, huh?"

Ace smirked as he turned to her. "As good as you expected?"

Naomi raised an eyebrow at him. "Still a bit too early to decide that."

"So, anyways, what now?"

"We head back, wait for more info. I'm going to do paperwork. What about you?" Naomi replied, walking back to their car.

"I'm gonna annoy you."

She groaned. "I think you're worse than I expected."

"Hey, I wouldn't if I had my own desk. If I did, I'd probably play video games on the computer."

Naomi scowled at him, before turning to the car again. "Your uncle's the Commissioner. I'm sure you could talk him into it."

Ace held up his hand to his chin as if pondering this extremely seriously. "You've got a fair point there." He then suddenly remembered something. "Ah! Before we leave, I need to do something. Wait here."

"Seriously? What, some cult ritual? I've got work to do."

"Oh, shut up. You've got all day left for work. Just let me do it; it'll only take a second." As Ace said this, he walked back to the other side of the street, out of earshot, and talked to Velda. "Velda, can I ask you a favor?"

"Go ahead." she responded, sighing.

"Can you stay here for a while and ask the spirits around here about what happened? You know, do the mojo stuff, see their memories, all that?"

Ace suddenly felt like Velda was glaring at him even though she wasn't in physical form. "You're telling me to stick around this shithole? Damn, you're selfish."

"Look, we might get some action sooner and get closer to solving up our big case. Just do it, will you? Please?"

"Ugh. Fine." she said, making a noise that sounded like a groan. "I'll get back to you by, like, noon. Enjoy being bored, douche."

"Thanks, you're the best!" he said, smiling at the materialized Velda now hovering in the air before walking back to the car, where Naomi was waiting, giving him a confused look. Obviously, she couldn't see her either.

"Can we go now?" she said impatiently.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go."

Velda began her interrogation with the countless glowing balls of light around her as the car drove off.

In the year 1992, an extra-terrestrial race dubbed the 'Faeries' accidentally landed on Earth in Britain, causing the very first contact between aliens and humans. However, this contact was kept a tight secret by the British Government. They spent time on Earth and before they left, they gave humanity a parting gift; their genetic code. They hoped humanity would use it to create a brighter future for themselves by uniting as a race.

The British government used the genes to create supernatural humans with experiments that lasted several long years. After eventually increasing their success rate, more and more superhumans were produced, but their powers were kept secret.

The powers they got? Stronger bodies and minds, to summarize a few. But most importantly, they could connect and communicate with a form of sentient energy named as 'Spirits'. There were also intelligent versions, named as 'Greater Spirits'. The new superhumans could control spirits to manipulate nature, or even persuade a Greater Spirit to help them do so.

In the futuristic society of 2056, a young man, the last of the Faerie Superhuman successes and an experienced detective, has been transferred to the London Police to solve an uprising crime that specifically requires his assistance. His partner? A sassy no-nonsense detective with a great record to go with her feminine charms. The catch? She doesn't believe Faeries or Superhumans exist. Join these two in their journey of uncovering the truth behind a dark conspiracy centered around the bustling city of London, as well as dealing with personal problems along the way.

Warning: This story will contain some mature content, like swearing, gore, etc. so avoid reading if that bothers you. 

Cover art is not made by me.

Be sure to leave a power stone below if you like the story!

P.S. This is my first original work that is not a fan-fic, so please bear with me as I take a long time to get things together for each chapter.

Standing at the entrance of Qin Gang's factory, Tang Hao looked at the factory opposite them.
The factory opposite them was much bigger than Qin Gang's factory and had several tall buildings in its compound. Two of the buildings were built in a peculiar manner. They formed an acute angle when viewed from where he stood.
The angle was pointed straight at the entrance of Qin Gang's factory.
In the study of fengshui, that formation was known as the Pointed Hex.
The Pointed Hex could easily change the fengshui of an area. Negative qi would be concentrated at the point where the angle was aiming at.
If someone lived or worked at the point of concentration, negative qi will enter their bodies, and their bodies would soon become sluggish and easily tired. In more serious cases, they might fall into a coma.
Usually, building walls form right angles rather than acute angles.
The two buildings pointing at the factory were built peculiarly, and it was obvious to see that it was deliberately built like that. The owner of that factory must have had fengshui knowledge, and he was using it to cause harm.
"Hmph! What an immoral person!" Tang Hao smirked coldly.
"Did you find anything, Younger Brother-in-law?"
Tang Hao pointed at the factory opposite them. "You see those two buildings?"
"Yes, what about them?" Qin Gang was surprised.
"That's called the Pointed Hex. It's meant to bring harm! Do you know who the owner of that factory is, or what he does?" Tang Hao asked.
"Well… I'm not too sure. I've heard that he's not from Province Z. Younger Brother-in-law, do you mean that our troubles are all caused by those two buildings?"
 "That's right!" Tang Hao nodded.
Suddenly, Sun Yi's expression changed, as though she had remembered something. "No wonder the rent here is so cheap! Turns out that there's something weird about the place. The previous tenant also had many accidents and eventually went bankrupt.
"If we knew there is something wrong with the fengshui here, we wouldn't have moved no matter what!" Sun Yi said regrettably.
Qin Gang started to look angry. He looked at the buildings opposite his factory and said, "Such a wicked act! Aren't they afraid that karma might one day bite back on them?"
Then, he turned to Tang Hao and said, "What should we do, Younger Brother-in-law? I don't think we can blow up those two buildings, right?"
"We've just moved here, and I don't think we can move out soon," Sun Yi added.
Tang Hao pondered over the problem.
If they could not move away, then the only solution was to break the formation.
The most direct way to break the formation was to remove the two buildings. That seemed impossible, given their current circumstances.
"When were the two buildings built?" Tang Hao asked.
"That should be two years ago," Sun Yi replied.
"Did the factory change hands?"
"No!"
Tang Hao nodded and narrowed his eyes.
The owner of that factory had successfully ruined someone but did not remove the buildings. It meant that he had no moral decency. Tang Hao thought that he need not be merciful toward them if that were the case.
Tang Hao lifted his head to look at the sky.
"Bring me downtown. I need to go somewhere," Tang Hao told Qin Gang.
"Where?"
"Octagon Alley!" Tang Hao went into the car as he spoke.
He needed several items to counter the formation, and he could find them at Octagon Alley.
"Octagon Alley? Oh, I think I've heard of it before. Isn't that just a narrow, seedy alley?" Qin Gang muttered.
Even so, he sat into the driver seat and drove toward the city area. They arrived at Octagon Alley about forty minutes later.
"Wait here. Don't follow me!" 
Tang Hao got out of the car and went into the alley.
He retraced his steps and soon found the antique shop.
As usual, the shop was laid out in a classic style and was filled with various wares. A thin, elderly but spirited person in a Chinese suit sat behind the counter.
"Can I help you, Sir?" The elderly shopkeeper looked at Tang Hao and asked casually.
Tang Hao cupped his fists and bowed. "Shopkeeper!" He greeted the old man.
The old man was surprised. He stood up and carefully regarded Tang Hao. "I remember now! Didn't you come the other day with the two Taoist masters from Mao Mountain?"
"That's me!" Tang Hao said.
The shopkeeper smiled warmly. "I've misjudged you. So you're a cultivator as well! What do you need?"
"Shopkeeper, I need a bronze figure of an auspicious beast to counter negative qi and two bronze mirrors."[1]
The shopkeeper understood what he wanted the items for.
He thought for a while and replied. "We only have one bronze mirror now and no auspicious beast figures on hand. They can be delivered tomorrow."
"Alright, I'll come and pick up the goods tomorrow then," Tang Hao said, "How much?"
"Let me ring them up. The bronze mirrors are antiques and cost thirty thousand yuan each. The auspicious beast figure is fifty thousand yuan. That's a hundred and ten thousand yuan in total!" The shopkeeper said.
"Cash?"
"You can pay by cash or card!" The shopkeeper grinned and retrieved a POS machine from under the counter.
Tang Hao was surprised. He was not expecting to see a POS machine in that shop.
"Heheh! I need to keep up with the times!" The shopkeeper laughed smugly.
"I'll pay by card then!" Tang Hao took out his debit card.
"The goods will arrive tomorrow noon. Come and get them by then!" The shopkeeper said.
Tang Hao waved goodbye and left the shop.
Back in the car, Qin Gang asked, "Where did you go, Younger Brother-in-law? Is there anything in this seedy place?"
"I bought something useful. We need to come back tomorrow noon to collect the goods! That's all we can do today. Let's go!"
"Alright! Let's go have a meal. You rarely come to Provincial City. I need to treat you to something delicious." He brought Tang Hao to a famous restaurant.
The next day, Tang Hao came to Octagon Alley at the appointed time and received his auspicious beast figure and two bronze mirrors.
The bronze figure was not a mundane statue. It had the effect of canceling and suppressing negative qi. The two bronze mirrors could reflect negative qi to the sender, so that they may reap what they had sown.
The car sped back to the factory. Tang Hao walked around the factory, did some rough calculations, then placed the bronze figure at a certain point in the factory grounds.
"This bronze figure can suppress negative qi. The negative qi will dissipate in a few days and the workers will be fine again," Tang Hao said.
Then, he went to the rooftop of the office building.
One of the acute angles was pointed at this building, while the other was pointed at the workshop building.
Tang Hao placed the mirror in the rough direction where the angle was pointed, then secured it on the spot.
Then, he went to the workshop building and did the same thing.
"Remember, don't ever move these mirrors, and protect them from any damage. You can only remove them when the opposite buildings are demolished," Tang Hao instructed.
"Yes, yes!" Qin Gang nodded urgently.
"In about two weeks, they'll probably realize that something fishy is going on. If they don't demolish the buildings, they will suffer the harmful effects of the Pointed Hex," Tang Hao said.
"That's it, Younger Brother-in-law? There won't be any more problems?"
"Don't worry, it's all fine now!" Tang Hao clapped his hands and smiled.
Qin Gang breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he slapped Tang Hao's chest. "Don't be in a hurry to go back, Younger Brother-in-law, I'll bring you to have fun tonight."
[1] The auspicious beasts of Chinese mythology are the qilin, the dragon, the phoenix, and the spirit turtle.


Tang Hao was an honest man making an honest living, but despite all his honesty and kindness, life often looked the other way. Even when he stood up for a man in the streets, he ended up being beaten to a pulp and the man he stood up for? He disappeared. That left Tang Hao with nothing to prove and a hefty medical bill blowing through his savings. However, while he lay unconscious in the hospital, he could feel a warmth coming from the jade pendent he wore as it began to feed him with a trove of priceless information. Now discharged, and still armed with the same naivety and honesty, what will our village peasant do with this newfound power? Will he go on to conquer the hearts of a hundred women? Will he defeat the mightiest crime lords? Only time will tell, but for now, fate has many whimsical plans for Tang Hao.

After a turn, I arrived at the third warehouse for auction today.
　　 Ye Tian noticed during walking, many senior professional treasure diggers were already excited, a little eager to try and gearing up.
　　 It is estimated that these people know that there is a classic car warehouse auction today, and they are getting closer and closer to the target, so they are so excited.
　　 It can be seen from their performance that as long as the target appears, the competition will be very fierce.
　　 Except for these senior professional treasure hunters, the others seem to be unaware that there is a classic car warehouse today, and their performance is relatively calm.
　　 Obviously, they have been excluded from the competition.
　　 Without prior preparation, their cash will never be enough to support their participation in the bidding, and they will be cleared out in a few rounds.
　　 Classic car warehouse auction is destined to be a competition among professional treasure hunters!
　　 Walking to the door of the warehouse and stood still. When everyone was there, the auctioneer immediately signaled the staff to open the door.
　　 The padlock was scrapped and the rolling door was pushed up.
　　...
　　 "Bingo! That's it! It finally appeared!"
　　 "Great! This baby belongs to me! Mine!"
　　 The moment the warehouse door opened, cheers rang from the crowd.
　　 All the cheers are professional treasure hunters, without exception.
　　 The others were taken aback for a moment, and they reacted quickly and began to cheer.
　　 "Gosh! This is a classic car warehouse, incredible!"
　　 "Absolutely right! Look at the tires, you know, it must be a baby classic car under the rain cloth!"
　　 "I don't know what brand it is? That car? It's so exciting!"
　　 In an instant, the atmosphere on the spot became hot.
　　 Everyone became very excited, their eyes lighted up, staring at the warehouse.
　　 At this time, everyone's thoughts are almost the same. I want to have this warehouse right away, uncover the rain-proof cloth, and let the classic cars below see the sky again and become their own cars on the road.
　　 Everyone's appearance is too normal. This is a country that lives on wheels, and people's love for cars is naturally crazy.
　　 Nostalgic classic cars are what some people like. This thing not only has a high collection value, but also is the best props and the best choice to enhance the quality!
　　 A classic classic car will definitely be chased by many people crazy. Its eye-catching ability can be said to be no less than the latest super sports car.
　　 It is the people's enthusiasm that makes classic cars a popular collection category. There are many auctions every year, and there are countless respondents.
　　 Warehouse auction is no exception. The classic car warehouse is undoubtedly the most popular with everyone. Once it appears, it will cause crazy competition.
　　 Ye Tian was also excited at this time. It is men who love cars, and he is no exception!
　　 "Steven, let's take a look in the past, this is the main goal of today, so I look forward to it!"
　　 Jason pointed to the door of the warehouse and said, he was so excited he was dancing.
　　 "Don't worry, the tour will start right away, and it will not be too late to see it again. Didn't you hear from the people in front of you? The car cover is under the rain cloth, so you can't see why it came.
　　If this classic car is really valuable, then I will never let it go. Don't tell me at that time, let's just drive it back to Brooklyn, it feels cool! "
　　 Ye Tian smiled and replied, his tone was very firm, his eyes were full of confidence.
　　 As long as it is determined to be a good car, it belongs to the buddy, and it never runs!
　　 "If you can shoot it, it would be perfect! Driving a classic classic car on the streets of New York, that feels! Tsk tsk! It's cool to think about it!
　　 That will definitely make everyone jealous, and hot and sexy beauties will swarm you, drowning you, and making you happy to death! "
　　 Jason completely fell into a beautiful illusion, his face was intoxicated and a little expression!
　　 While talking, the auctioneer Jack had already stood at the door of the warehouse and said with excitement:
　　 "Gentlemen, I believe everyone can't wait, I won't say more, appreciate your sweetheart! Maybe it will belong to you, the visit begins!"
After finished speaking, he immediately retreated to the door of the warehouse and supervised everyone to visit.
　　 "This is my baby, I want to hug it to sleep!"
　　 A treasure digger at the door of the warehouse exclaimed excitedly.
　　 Then, he turned on the flashlight and started to check the situation inside.
　　 "hahaha"
　　 There was a burst of laughter at the scene.
　　 Everyone laughed, and many people's eyes showed strong confidence that was bound to be gained.
　　 Even those who know that they are not competitive are also very excited, eagerly waiting to come forward to check the situation, even if they can't have it, it's good to take a look!
　　 The speed of the visit is very slow, everyone lingers back and forth, if the auctioneer kept reminding and urging him, everyone seemed to be able to live in front of the warehouse!
　　While visiting, everyone was muttering words or communicating with their partners in a low voice. They carefully evaluated the warehouse and worked out the quotation range and bidding strategy!
　　 It was Ye Tian and Jason's turn to stand at the door of the warehouse, three to five minutes later.
After stood still, Ye Tian immediately turned on the bright flashlight and began to check the situation in the warehouse.
　　 The warehouse is about thirty or forty square meters. It is considered a very large private warehouse. It contains almost all car-related things. It is obviously used as a temporary garage by the owner.
　　 Entering the door are two toolbox iron cabinets about 1.5 meters high. They are a bit old, dirty, and not damaged. They are strong and heavy. Fortunately, there are wheels underneath, making it easy to move.
　　 One of the toolboxes is open, full of various tools, and some small parts such as nuts.
　　Because american's hands-on skills are generally relatively strong, a complete toolbox like this is very popular and not of low value.
　　 There are seven or eight old tires stacked against the wall. The production time can be basically judged from the appearance. They are white-wall tires with a little history. The white-wall area is large and popular in the 1930s to the 1960s.
　　The white light emitted by these tires in Ye Tian's eyes also supports this judgment. They are all industrial products from the 1950s.
　　From the perspective of wear, these tires are considered 70% to 80% new and can be used. Coupled with their scarcity, they are still worth a bit of money, far more expensive than current tires.
　　 In addition, there are a few silver wheels stacked on the inner side of the tires, which are brilliant and dazzling.
　　 It's a pity that there is a box on the top of the wheel, which just covers the logo, making it impossible to tell which brand of this classic car is.
　　 In addition to these, there is only a classic car in the middle of the warehouse, completely covered by a rain cloth.
　　As the rain cloth is not a supporting product, it is relatively large, so the appearance and exact size of the car cannot be distinguished.
There is so much content on the bright side. Although I didn't see the car, based on the information obtained before and the content before us, everyone is sure that there is indeed a classic or antique car here. .
　　The only thing that is uncertain is whether it is a rare car or a common car under the rain cover, and the preservation of the car.
　　 Classic cars  which refer to cars that were produced before World War II and that people used in the past and are now able to work normally.
　　The American definition is different. It must be produced before 1948. It is an extraordinary car with excellent design, high craftsmanship standards and production, so that it can be called a classic car.
　　 In addition to classic design and production, a classic car has one of the most important prerequisites, that is, it must be well preserved and can be used normally.
　　 If you don't have this, it can only be regarded as a model, an empty shell, and not qualified to be called a classic car, and the value is naturally not much higher!
　　 But these are currently hidden under the rainproof cloth, and there is no way to know them. You can only guess, judge, and make quotations based on limited information.
　　 This is completely useless!
　　 Be cautious, the quotation will not be very high.
　　 If you want to take a fight and make a lot of money, you will make a relatively high quotation in order to win this warehouse.
　　 But this is just other people's questions and choices. For Ye Tian, ​​there is no such problem at all.
The moment he stood at the door of the warehouse, he had a preliminary judgment on the car through the white light from under the rain cloth.
　　 The first time he saw it, his heart jumped.
　　 This is probably a pit!
　　 Then, he immediately began to see through.
　　 Under the rainproof cloth, a huge and exaggerated car suddenly appeared clearly.
　　 "Wow! Cadillac!"
　　 Ye Tian exclaimed in excitement secretly.

Obs: This is a novel original in chinese, I only translated to english.

Ye Tian, who was in desperate situation, found that the world in his eyes had changed, becoming radiant and dazzling!

Antiques, famous paintings, gold, diamonds, and jewellery are all available at your fingertips!

The pirate treasures of Cocos Island, the Nazi gold in the depths of the ocean, the Mayan civilization in the jungle, the secrets of King Solomon, the disappearing Atlantis,….

They are no longer mysterious, but completely opened the door, just waiting for Ye Tian to explore and discover.

What are you waiting for?

set off!

Continuation from Prologue: The Awakening
"No! Let me out!" I grunted as a loud bang rattles through the cemented walls of the room. Its resonating vibrations toppling down the artifacts of my dysfunctional youth and the distant dust wooden frames of the bed. The erratic and sharp sound of bundled-up chains follow suit tying-up the door— sealing me inside.
They're locking me in. No matter how much I plead, no matter what I do, all they care about is that I am silenced from voicing the truth— and knowing it. They will never let me know what happened to Jude. What happened to her? What happened to Ivy? What happened to my friends? Are they safe? Are they even alive?
After they received intel that I had fled to the hospital's parking lot, a cluster of goons forcibly locks me up into this hopeless and rustic space— a poor excuse for a room.
"Let me out!" I sniveled, my tears falling to the dry crust of wooden planks on the bedside table. I clamored repeatedly, no one to affirm my pleas. I try tackling the door, but its solid substance is just too stern for my frail arms.
A man, his voice stern, deep, and of dictatorial authority, grunts from the other side of the door. "No matter what you do, I'm not letting you out— not until you realize what you've done!" He remonstrated, his footsteps blast of disgruntled outbursts.
I shiver as my vision wobbles. I feel it again, the spinning sensation, the confusion, the panting—the anxiety attacks.
Start | Act Two: Her Alter Ego— The Adversary.
Aaron continues to fiddle his thumbs as the taxi speeds through the highway. He's confident that he has seen Mark before. He just can't point it out.
"Can we go faster, please?"
The taxi driver steps on the pedal, following Jude, Mark, and Ivy's tracks. Aaron clenches his fists as he tries to analyze the situation. He is determined to know who Mark is—how Jude is related to him somehow and his oh so, nostalgic demeanor.
"Mark— that guy. I've seen him before, but I don't know where."
The sound of the taxi's speeding engine ignites the anxiety Aaron feels under the tinge of the streetlight's sickly, canary glow of light on the speeding highway.
The motorbike slows down and eventually stops on a comfort room stall in the middle of nowhere, a deserted area full of ghost neighborhoods in the middle of Cape Azul. Ivy and Jude hop off the motorbike as Mark hands both of them paper bags full of ritzy, designers' clothes and heels, all retrofitted to showcase a modern-retroesque style of clothing. Both girls grabbed the paper bags and went to their own separate cubicles in the comfort room. Aaron orders the taxi driver to pull-over on the other side of the street discreetly, waiting for Jude and Ivy's further actions.
Aaron looks at Mark through the tinted windows of the taxi. He's eagerly waiting outside the cubicles, fiddling with a silver coin, flipping it repeatedly. At the same time, he leans on his motorbike, his leather jacket casting a dark shadow from the light of the streetlamp lighting the vicinity.
Aaron shifts his vision at the comfort room— a grungy, moss-filled hunk of cemented trash, poorly built and mismanaged. Its graffiti-filled walls far from comforting, its doors eerie, and its entirety— the physical delineation of a two-cubicle mysophobiac's nightmare. Puddles of water leak from its doors.
A door opens after a few minutes of silence. One of the girls exits the comfort room's cubicles. Ivy.
She approaches his brother Mark wearing a vintage t-shirt, tucked-in on her blue denim ripped jeans. She scoots Mark over as she tries to take a peek at the motorbike's side mirrors, puffing herself up with makeup using her handy brush.
Aaron's brows furrow as he leers at the siblings. Ivy, Jude's best friend and best partner is wearing liberal and revealing clothes, an appalling contrast to her timid and well-reserved personality.
Ivy's finger combs her sleek, shiny, and wavy brunette hair— an uncanny resemblance to his brother's. She poses, looking at her figure on the motorbike's side mirrors.
Another door opens, and Jude slips out of the bathroom cubicle. She's wearing short, faded ripped jeans, paired with a marked white t-shirt with its obnoxious red letters, reading "Sexy Lips" on the chest area. The t-shirt was tied in the middle of her stomach, showing off her flat abdomen.
Her footwear, six-inched heels, are glimmering in the same color as her shiny, moist, and plump lips— the classic crimson-red hue of Snow White's poison apples. Her face is puffed-up with light makeup, retaining her natural look, her eyes shielded with sassy black Ray-Ban sunglasses.
Aaron's two brows furrow as he stares at the stark metamorphosis Jude and Ivy are going through. Mark grins as he looks at Jude, eyeing her from head to toe, looking at her figure intently.
"You are one real hot lad, aren't you?"
"Shut your damn mouth Mark, I ain't falling for your petty tricks. I've seen you wear that smile with other girls and them naively falling for it. Let's just say I'm not as cheap as them. Whatever you're planning to do, just don't do it with me and we're good. Let's just get going, shall we?" Jude rants off, rolling her eyes.
"Chill, chill— we're leaving, I get it." Mark replies, his hands up in the air as if he's surrendering. Jude and Ivy hop onto the backside of his motorbike while he starts the engine. The motorbike growls, and they race of to the quiet highway afterward.
"Can you follow them?" Aaron orders as he slouches over the taxi's hard textile seats. The driver nods his head and starts the engine again, pursuing the black motorbike.
Aaron clicks his thumbs as he falls deep into his train of thought.
"Mark," he whispers as he stares blankly in the backseat of the car. "Why do I feel like I have met you before?"
***
"Can you pull over?" Aaron tells the driver, seeing the black motorbike stop. The driver pulls up as Aaron grabs his schoolbag from the textile seats on his left hand while his right-hand scrambles for his wallet on his pockets.
"How much is it?"
"A thousand."
Aaron hands the bill over to the taxi driver. The taxi driver accepts the bill, putting it with the other bills stacked on the taxi's dashboard. Aaron briskly opens the car door. What greets him is a lively, pompous, and blindingly scintillating street, people chatting and walking through and through. The area is noisy, with various stalls, establishments and cliques.
The street is crowded with people wearing their party clothes. 
Obnoxious? Yes. 
Odd? No. 
Chaotic? Absolutely.
Aaron abruptly shifts his vision, panning his head from side to side. After a quick tormenting moment of anxiety, he spots the three of them enter the hottest bar in town— Bar Fantasia.
The vibrant glimmer of the neon light signages shines through the long, two-way street along with the plethora of establishments, each having their own signature sound and theme. Some are satirically blue, some are noisy, and others are quiet. Aaron expects nothing more from a street so notorious— STREET 88. The city's predominant red light district.
Aaron knows he shouldn't be here. He's well aware of that. The more significant question isn't about him, It's about Jude and Ivy. As minors, what the hell are they doing on Street 88?
Aaron scratches his head as he runs over his thoughts. He knows this street's reputation and knows some of its dirt. He just couldn't wrap his head around the idea that Jude and Ivy would come to such a place.
Instead of rushing over to follow Jude and Ivy over to the bar like a madman, he remains calm and breathes in slowly. He knows that he needs to prepare a plan— quick. He takes a deep breath and stares blankly at Bar Fantasia's main entrance.
Aaron acknowledges the fact that to formulate a plan, he needs to know some context. He observes his surroundings, hoping that someone somewhere will help him enter the damn bar. He clenches his hands.
He starts by looking at the street itself— littered with spa houses, coffee shops, hotels, and dominantly— bars. He knows what most of these establishments offer. Sex. Prostitution. Any form of sexual relief.
One would ask how these things go unscathed by the police. As for Aaron? He doesn't know either.
As Aaron continues to stare at the plethora of establishments, his phone suddenly chimes. He picks it up. It's a message from his mom.
Son, where are you? It's late. - MOM
I'm having a sleepover at Baron's, mom. - AARON
Tell me in advance next time, okay? - MOM
Yes, mom. - AARON
I'll let you be now. Love you - MOM
I love you too, mom. - AARON
Aaron closes his messages app, opens his contacts list, and starts scrolling. Baron's number appears. He clicks on the call button, and the phone rings for a few rounds; eventually, Baron picks up.
"Yo, what's up?" Baron answers, his voice muffled with his mouth full of "Pasadena Chips" (A corn chip brand name). Antonio Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" swings in the background.
"What's up— and what's with your voice? What the hell are you doing? What's with classical music?"
"Yo, slow down, man, chill out! I was gulping down chips and— by the way, you've got to eat these chips, man, they're godly! These crispy crusts are— well, back to the topic. I'm having my typical midnight study sessions snack."
 
 Baron takes another bite of his chips with his mouth full. "By the way— where the fuck are you? Why is it so noisy in the background?"
"I'm here at Street 88. Damn man, this street always gets so lively during the night and—"
"What? I can't hear you!"
"I'M AT STREET 88!" Aaron shouts at the phone's microphone.
"Street 88? You mean that street 88?" Baron asks with a tone of suspicion.
"Yes, that street 88," Aaron answers, rolling his eyes.
"Oi," he laughs teasingly. "You called me just to flex that you're getting some jammies tonight?"
"Jammies? What— no!" Aaron flaps out at the thought. "I'm here for some important business, okay?"
"Sure, sure. Important business. Got it." Baron cackles, nodding over the line.
"Stop laughing, I'm serious!"
"I know!" Baron replies as he continues to laugh in the background.
"Well, listen carefully. My mom will check on me later tonight, and I'm sure she'll call you. I told her that I'm sleeping over at your place tonight. Just tell her that I'm sound asleep already, okay?"
"Okay, but that depends—"
"Depends on what?"
"That depends if you'll take me out for nǎichá tomorrow."
"You really are a cheapskate, aren't you?"
"I know," Baron answers proudly.
"If it's just nǎichá, then fine," Aaron seethes, snorting.
"Oh, and add some Vietnamese pho, okay?"
"Fine, nǎichá and Vietnamese pho. Just do what I told you do, okay?"
"You've got my word on that, bro." Baron pauses as he looks at his watch. "I gotta go, bro, I need to study."
"Sure, bro, study well. Peace!"
Aaron ends the call. He puts his phone back to his pocket, sitting down on one of those erratic contemporary city benches, uneased and uncomfortable.

"Aaron, didn't you know that curiosity killed the cat?"

***
Aaron Miles decided that he had enough. He needed to make Jude Elaine talk to him. That's why, when Aaron Miles, a geeky, politician's child, had to make a plan for Jude Elaine fall in love with him, he decides to gather intel. He stalked her for one fateful night and realizes that Jude Elaine has her secrets and an alter ego. In the daytime, she's Jude Elaine, power athlete, and school beauty. In the nighttime, she's Jude Elaine- famous escort and top-grade hooker.

When the past decides to intervene, and the future starts to get a tad bit problematic, will Aaron Miles be able to keep the secrets and dodge the bullets? Or will everything crash down with a swarm of dead bodies? With the influential people involved, the law disturbed, and relationships intertwined; will Aaron Miles get Jude Elaine out of this giant mess?

***

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