His actions only made the tall, burly man's lewd laughter grow louder. "What are you afraid of, brat? I heard that the official decree will be issued tomorrow. Not only will third-class relationships be released, but there will also be no more so-called reproductive supervisors between couples. Aren't you curious about that?"
Before the burly man could finish speaking, the boy rudely interrupted him, "Enough, enough! What's going on in your head, bro? You'd be better off saving that energy for tomorrow's bricklaying. I'm going to sleep."
"Hehe. You little rascal, don't think I don't know you've been eyeing that cook's daughter on our construction site for a long time."
His response was a furious punch from the boy: "Get lost!"
Although he had been beaten, the burly man's chuckling didn't stop. He even proudly declared, "Once the law is officially promulgated tomorrow, I'll try to marry Ahua within a year." There was also a hint of barely perceptible shyness at the end of his words.
As night deepened, the entire B area appeared calm, but in reality, there were quite a few conversations like this. Compared to the A-level gene users on the nine Sky Cities, who were mostly considering the loss of rights brought about by this law, more than 90% of the people in the B area were in favor of this law and had a different kind of hope for their future lives.
The third type of emotion, which is actually "love," has been resisted by the upper class for more than two centuries. But like a tenacious flower, it can take root and sprout with just a little soil and water, and bloom new buds on the cliff.
A mech belonging to an Executor was patrolling around the simple house where the two brothers lived. The mech had a clear number, 0887, and it was indistinguishable from other Executor mechs patrolling nearby. The fully covered black mech concealed the appearance of the person inside. The mech was taller than a person, and ordinary B-level gene users would not dare to look directly at it. It was fully armed.
Just as he reached the entrance of the alley, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and scanned the road he had come from.
On both sides are large, continuous rows of simple houses, housing tens of thousands of people, which is what the people above called the slums.
The black mech 0887 of the Executor looked out of place in the alley.
Finally, a slender figure appeared in his night vision device. According to normal procedure, it was curfew time, and the executor should immediately take control of the other party. 00887 did just that. The executor mecha quickly approached the figure and grabbed the other party's shoulder. But the next step was not to lock the other party with electric shackles. Instead, a voice from the mecha came out that was filled with undisguised shock and urgency.
"What are you doing here, Sister Hua?!"
If Xia Yixin were here, she would be surprised to hear Chen Zhe's voice coming from the 00887 Executor Mech.
The one he captured was none other than Hong Feng.
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