Chapter 199: Library of Wapeng

Chapter 199: Library of Wapeng

A few police officers turned their heads toward Er Gou.

Er Gou cursed under his breath, pulled a mask from his pocket to cover his face, and turned to run. The police were not about to let him escape easily and quickly chased after him.

Kanon covered her mouth in surprise—indeed, only a daughter could handle her father. If she had tried that herself, Er Gou might have already plunged a dagger into her chest.

"Let's go, follow me."

By the time the two women reached the red-light district, it was already night.

Xiao Xue looked at Kanon in amazement because her makeup skills were simply the best among all the sisters. Seeing Kanon's high level of makeup skills, the other sisters also gathered around.

"Sister Kanon, can you do my makeup?"

"Mine too, can you help me with it?"

"Your makeup skills are too good!"

"Uh... everyone, don't rush, one at a time."

Just an hour after her arrival, Kanon had become someone like a hot celebrity, and Xiao Xue watched her curiously.

—Clearly, this girl is no ordinary dirty miner.

Xiao Xue pulled Kanon aside to a quieter spot.

"Kanon, tell me, who are you really?"

"I am just me."

"You must be some kind of Young Lady, right?"

"I used to be, but now I’m a prostitute just like you."

"I can hardly bear to let you go on the streets." Xiao Xue said, "In a couple of days, a group of big shots will come here. The leader’s name is Da Luoshan, he's the highest class citizen we can meet."

"First class?"

"Yes, so I’ve decided to have you lead us in welcoming him, and I also hope you can train us in basic etiquette so we don’t embarrass ourselves. This is a good opportunity for us to bridge the social class gap."

"I understand."

Kanon nodded but did not quite agree with Xiao Xue’s words.

Class jumping wasn't just about spreading one's legs.

Once a man has had you, you’re of no value to him anymore—it's the ones he can't have that he cares about.

"By the way, can I make a phone call?"

Shortly after, a service robot approached. It extended its probe to inspect the library card to verify its authenticity. Meanwhile, the second-class citizen noted down the ID from the card and, in front of Dennis, called the police station chief to confirm the situation.

Other visitors did not have to undergo such complicated procedures.

They simply presented their library cards to the service robot for a quick scan, and then they could freely browse through the library. Only Dennis was detained at the entrance, unable to proceed.

After a full ten minutes, the second-class citizen finally returned the library card to Dennis.

"Alright, you can go in now. However, since you're borrowing this card, you can only read the books inside the library; you don’t have the right to take any books out. Understand?"

"I understand."

"Go ahead then."

"Thank you."

Dennis nodded and walked into the library.

As everyone saw Dennis clad in coarse clothing, they showed disdainful expressions, and some even mocked him openly from behind.

"Third-class citizen? Can he even read?"

"Hmph."

Dennis scoffed coldly, unwilling to engage with these contemptuous folks.

He moved among the various bookshelves, finding the books mostly obscure and difficult to comprehend. He recognized all the words, but when combined, he couldn't understand them at all.

He was on the third floor of the library.

The books here were too specialized; without a complete knowledge base, they indeed were hard to understand.

Dennis decided to stop flipping through books and instead observed the other readers.

About seventy percent of the readers were second-class citizens, all working or studying with computers in the library. The remaining were first-class citizens, whose reading material appeared even more obscure.

Third-class citizens, all in uniform gray outfits, performed simple cleaning tasks. The librarians were at least second-class citizens because the educational level of third-class citizens was not high, and letting them organize books would only create more disorder.

Dennis pondered for a moment.

Here, the citizens were all so-called higher-class, and he was just a third-class citizen. Just because they could read here didn't mean he could too.

Could it be...

In this world, do lower-class citizens not have any literary works available for them to read?

Dennis shook his head and walked downstairs, heading towards the ground floor.

On the first floor, the scene was completely different.