The burly man, held in the air by Zhang Yi, froze for a few seconds before suddenly roaring in anger.

"I'm in a really bad mood right now. A batch of goods that just arrived this morning was entirely snatched by that damn Viper Gang on the street next door. If you help me retrieve it, I'll reward you handsomely!"

"Got it."

Chen Mang motioned for Zhang Yi to throw the burly man out, and then picked up the bag of goods and headed out of the parking lot.

It seems no matter how I take this commission, or which side's commission I accept.

The task reward is just this bag of goods.

...

On the street.

Chen Mang opened the bag and began to inspect it. There were over a hundred chips, all Memory Chips, and his lips curved slightly upward.

This haul was profitable.

Who would have thought, from merely wanting to understand the items sold in this convenience store, to get a deeper insight into this Mechanical Civilization, it would develop into such a big surprise.

Just like the "Adventure Map" screen introduced.

This city, besides relaxing, holds many adventures.

"Let me see what chips there are." Biaozi squatted down with interest, picking up a chip and reading the small print on the chip's outer packaging: "The 'Poop Extravagantly Once' memory fragment, capacity 0.2 units."

"The 'Masturbate Once' memory fragment, capacity 0.4 units."

"The 'Argue with a Stranger and Leave Them Speechless' memory fragment, capacity 1.4 units."

"The 'Feast Once' memory fragment, capacity 1.2 units."

"Hmm..."

Biaozi's smile gradually faded: "Master Mang, are these things worth money?"

"The city's gangs just mess with stuff like this. No wonder they're only carrying steel pipes, how can they afford guns?"

"Let's check it out at the Memory Bank."

Chen Mang didn't say much, he just tossed the bag of goods to Zhang Yi beside him, then mounted the Off-road Motorcycle and headed back the way he came, planning to make another trip to the Memory Bank to see how much this haul was worth.

Before long.

He arrived at the Memory Bank, and with everything tallied, the male attendant at the Memory Bank smiled and gave a quote.

"If you sell them all, the total is 240,000."

"Do you confirm the sale?"

"Confirm."

Chen Mang smiled, extended his watch, and received the transfer from the male attendant. His watch balance immediately went to—

389,440.

Almost 400,000!

This was a major profit, even more than he earned at the Entertainment City. Clearly, from his exploration, the fastest way to make money in this city isn't by playing those mini-games at Entertainment City, but by finding those abnormal-behaving robots to see if any story tasks can be triggered.

"So much..."

Hearing this number, Biaozi was a bit shocked, his mouth slightly open. They had worked so hard at Sun City and earned less than 150,000, yet just now, with such ease, they earned 240,000.

Now...

His "Zombie Siege" Map Chip is definitely assured, and beyond that, he can buy many other things.

The train has grown stronger.

Thanks to Master Mang.

...

Outside the "Memory Bank."

Li Shiji sighed with some emotion: "Master Mang, in this Mechanical Civilization, the gap between rich and poor is probably enormous. Before the Doomsday, those capitalists in the Federation did exploit the laboring people below, but it was mostly about taking away intellectual and physical value, just making you work more."

"But in this Mechanical Civilization."

"People at the bottom can't even own memories."

"It's hard to have a piece of memory worth recalling, and when you lack money one day, you have to sell that memory for survival chips."

"Not the people at the bottom."

Chen Mang shook his head casually and said: "Memory separation surgery requires a Spiritual Power of at least 16.0. According to that clerk, the people at the bottom of their civilization are likely to not have this level of Spiritual Power."

"But... I've masturbated too."

"Why, during our first test, didn't they detect my commercially valuable memories."

"It's simple."

Chen Mang mounted the Off-road Motorcycle, glanced at his watch, and then spoke: "The memory products we saw at the Memory Bank were all larger memories, while the Memory Chips seized from that gang were more fragmented, unlike memories acquired through regular channels."

"Eighty percent chance they completely dismantled the memory of some poor kid, leaving these."

"Let's move."

His next target is still the next "Entertainment City."

Of course.

Some storefronts that looked unusual, he planned to stop and ask to see if he could trigger any story tasks.

It's impossible to stop at every store, there's not enough time.

If he misses an opportunity, then it's just bad luck; he can't hog all the good stuff.

...

"Whew... awesome!"

"Private Customized Custom Shop."

The Train Captain of the King of Electronic Music Train, a dwarf man, came down from upstairs looking refreshed, stretching his limbs. One must say, a three-meter tall woman is indeed something.

He liked it.

Next time, if there's a chance to come back, he'll try a five-meter one; maybe he can fit his whole self inside.

It's like sleeping bag camping.

Just then, he seemed to hear crying nearby. Puzzled, he pushed open a low door beside him, only to find a small space inside, where a young girl was curled up and crying.

She looked about 18 years old.

Looking pitiful and delicate.

Seeing the door open, the girl quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and forced a smile towards the dwarf man: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

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