Infinite Fighting

Chapter 64: Chapter 57: New Fuerlos

Zhang Ji found a stick on the shore and used it as a crutch to make his way from the beach to the city streets.

To be honest, the environment here took him by surprise.

Junkies and homeless people were scattered about the streets. The reek of filth filled the air while industrial wastewater and exhaust were discharged openly within the city. Gangsters covered in tattoos, fitted with metal prosthetics, and carrying guns would suddenly burst out of alleys on motorcycles. They’d fire into the air and laugh wildly, clearly high on something.

How could he describe it? It was like being back on Shanli Island.

Just then, Zhang Ji noticed four thugs approaching him. They were speaking a language he didn’t understand, and their malicious intent was plain to see.

He initially thought they had spotted the Moonlight Cup in his tattered pocket, but he soon realized that wasn’t where they were looking.

’This is interesting.’

’What value could a disabled man covered in burns possibly have for them?’

As they closed in and made their move, Zhang Ji simply raised a hand. Several projectiles of primal energy, no bigger than steel needles, ended three of their lives.

The last man standing couldn’t understand Zhang Ji. They could only communicate with the help of a phone’s translation app.

"I ask, you answer," Zhang Ji said, holding the phone to the man’s ear.

"Okay! Yes, yes!" the man stammered.

"Where is this place?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Mid! Midliss!"

Zhang Ji wasn’t familiar with the name, so he asked again, "What country is this?"

"New Fuerlos!" the thug answered.

’New Fuerlos? So I’m heading in the right general direction, but I’ve drifted off course a bit...’

The name actually rang a bell for Zhang Ji.

It was a country that bordered the Roman Country.

A country where Alchemy Technology, addictive substances, and human organs were all legal commodities... a nation co-governed by gangs and the state.

Simply put, it was a criminal’s paradise.

The very definition of chaos.

Compared to this place, Shanli Island could only be called "Little Fuerlos."

After all, Shanli Island was just an island with a population of one million, subject to all sorts of restrictions. It didn’t even have internet access.

But this was a country with a population of over forty million.

It also possessed all sorts of large-scale weapons of mass destruction, as well as unchecked and rapidly developing Alchemy Technology.

It also seemed that various major world powers backed different factions here, either to conduct their own research or to simply use the country as a strategic buffer zone.

After all, its two neighboring countries were the Roman Country and the Guning Country.

Both of those nations were among the top five most powerful countries in the world.

In fact, if you traced its roots, New Fuerlos used to be part of the Guning Country.

"Do you have money?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Yes, a little..."

The thug took out some crumpled bills from his pocket. Seeing Zhang Ji frown, he quickly bent down and rummaged through his companions’ corpses for valuables, which included a gold chain, a watch, and a small bag of something that looked like tobacco.

"His hat is also valuable. It’s a new release, you can get a lot for it on the second-hand market..."

Zhang Ji didn’t take the hat or the bag of tobacco, but he pocketed everything else.

"I’m curious, what were you trying to do just now?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Dean’s Alchemy Workshop needs fresh human organs. Your organs could sell for over five thousand New Frens!" the thug said.

’So this is New Fuerlos, huh?’ Zhang Ji mused, raising an eyebrow.

Committing crimes like this right out in the open on the street.

"Don’t the law enforcement officers do anything?" Zhang Ji asked.

"They’re right over there..." the thug said, pointing nearby.

Zhang Ji turned to look and saw a dilapidated law enforcement vehicle. Inside lay a person in uniform, dead drunk.

He had read online that the government here had no real control and that foreign capital and gangs were the ones truly in charge. He had been a bit skeptical at the time.

Now, seeing this scene for himself, he believed it.

"This phone is mine now," Zhang Ji said.

"It’s yours!" the thug replied.

Zhang Ji nodded, then turned and left.

’Not even worth the energy to finish off a character like him.’

After walking some distance, he sensed something and glanced back. He saw that the thug hadn’t run away. Instead, he was stripping the valuables off his partners’ bodies before collapsing on the ground and lighting up the mysterious tobacco.

Zhang Ji found it all so absurd.

When he was on Shanli Island, he had been lucky to end up in the relatively stable Kui District and had never experienced an environment like this.

The most he’d seen of it was when he was marking territory later on.

But this was his first time truly experiencing it.

The people here simply didn’t care about, or couldn’t see, a future for themselves.

So they all indulged in, or rather, escaped from the present moment. They sought pleasure with all their might, even if that fleeting enjoyment was followed by endless darkness.

Because their reality was nothing but darkness.

Zhang Ji fiddled with the phone, found the language settings, and switched it back to the language of the Eastern Extreme Country.

The device immediately felt familiar.

He even took a moment to check the phone’s performance specs.

The results showed it was far inferior to the phone he had used back at the Five Elements Sect.

His original phone had been a custom model with top-of-the-line chips and military-grade technology. On the civilian market, it would have been worth at least two hundred thousand.

Zhang Ji looked at the crumpled bills in his hand. After an online search, he learned he had just over five hundred New Fren Coins.

Then he looked up the exchange rate.

Five hundred New Fren Coins were roughly equivalent to thirteen hundred in Eastern Extreme Country currency.

In terms of local purchasing power, it would be enough to buy food for a while.

Zhang Ji walked into a clothing store. The clerk shot him a look of disgust mixed with fear and didn’t approach him.

But Zhang Ji paid him no mind and went straight to a mirror.

In the reflection, he saw himself in tattered rags.

His clothes were torn beyond recognition. The exposed parts of his body, including his face, were covered in burns and scars. Only the area around his forehead and eyes was slightly better.

The mangled, irregularly severed stump of his right leg was enough to cause a visceral sense of discomfort in any onlooker.

Zhang Ji picked up a long, black trench coat. The tag read three hundred seventy-one New Frens.

He counted his money and placed it on the counter.

"Is this enough?" Zhang Ji asked using the phone’s translator.

"It’s enough..." the clerk replied.

Zhang Ji was about to leave, but the clerk seemed to want to say something.

"Is there something else?" Zhang Ji asked with his phone.

"A tip..." the clerk muttered awkwardly.

Zhang Ji ignored him. ’No service, and he still wants a tip?’

’What kind of custom is that?’

Pulling on the black trench coat, which was long enough to cover most of his body, Zhang Ji returned to the street.

Only now did he feel slightly more at ease.

It’s only when ugliness is hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy that humanity can shed its bestial nature and return to reason and civilization.

Looking at the filthy, chaotic environment, Zhang Ji considered his next move.

First, he had to find a way to get a new leg.

Whether it was a prosthetic or some other method, he couldn’t possibly drag his mangled body all the way to the Roman Country, could he?

He had just seen several thugs on the street with metal prosthetics.

He’d read online that the prosthetic technology here was quite good. Some people, in their pursuit of combat power, would even remove perfectly good limbs and replace them with alloy ones.

The most extreme among them could replace everything possible—heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys could all be swapped for mechanical parts, leaving only their brain.

If the technology was advanced enough, one might even say they had undergone a form of mechanical evolution.

Zhang Ji had no intention of mechanically evolving. He just wanted to restore some mobility to make things more convenient.

Before he had gone far, he came across a young man with prosthetics, leaning against a wall and puffing out clouds of smoke.

He walked up and asked, using his phone’s translator, "Tell me, where can I get a prosthetic replacement around here?"

There was no response. The man didn’t even glance at Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji figured he’d asked the wrong person.

’I should probably ask someone who looks more normal, or maybe search online?’

’But online information is often unreliable. I can’t guarantee I won’t run into problems...’

Inside a fast-food restaurant, Zhang Ji took out a bill and asked via his phone’s translation app, "Is there a place nearby to get a prosthetic?"

"A prosthetic? An assistive limb?" The waiter took the bill and replied, "You can get one at Dean Hospital. Oh, and Robby’s Clinic, too. Theirs are a bit uglier, but cheap and practical!"

"Thanks!"

After thanking the waiter, Zhang Ji glanced at the menu and bought a meal with his remaining money.

A giant hamburger and a large cola.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten cooked food.

He quickly devoured the greasy burger and the sugary drink.

Leaning on his wooden stick, Zhang Ji started heading toward Dean Hospital using his phone’s navigation.

However, on his way there, he saw the other place the waiter had mentioned—Robby’s Clinic.

It looked like a junkyard. The entrance was piled high with miscellaneous metal scrap, and even the sign was rusted.

Seeing this, Zhang Ji couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

’They can do prosthetic replacements here?’

Just as he was about to continue on, a figure was thrown out of the clinic, landing right in front of him.

"You got a death wish, trying to steal business from the Dean Gang?"

Two young men emerged from the doorway, holding guns, covered in tattoos, with prosthetic modifications on their right arms.

Their guns were now aimed at the figure lying on the ground before Zhang Ji.

"What are you looking at? Get lost, cripple!"

Zhang Ji had left his phone’s translator on. Hearing the translated words, he was amused.

CRASH! CRASH!

No one saw what happened. All that was left was a pair of shattered guns on the ground and two men who had slammed into the pile of scrap, their conditions unknown. It was enough to tell the story.

Leaning on his stick, Zhang Ji prepared to leave.

A hand grabbed at his leg, but he smacked it away with his stick.

"Agh! Ouch, ouch, ouch! Sir, sir, don’t be in such a hurry to leave! You helped me! I can give you money, a lot of money... Can you be my bodyguard?"

The words tumbled out of the man’s mouth so fast that Zhang Ji’s phone almost failed to keep up.

He looked down. The one grabbing his left foot was none other than the person who had been thrown out.

He was a man wearing glasses who looked to be in his thirties.

"Money..." Zhang Ji murmured.

He had originally planned to just use force to take a prosthetic. It was simple, crude, and fit the setting.

But now, it seemed he might not have to. If he paid, they would probably put more care into their work, and he could reduce his own risk.

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