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  Leaving the Frost Republid entering the outside world seems like suicide, but that’s not quite accurate.

  It’s more like going from oo another.

  Li Aozhi was the night patrol security guard at Jianlin ty Vilge Savings Bank. He had heard that w in a bank was lucrative, but he misuood two points.

  First, banks make money, but being a security guard does not. The tellers work five days a week, but security guards only get one day off on National Day, and their monthly sary is only 2300 to 2400 Debbies, not much more than a supermarket cashier.

  Moreover, being a security guard in a border area like Frost, the probability of entering rangs, extraordinary criminals, and monsters like Spirit Fiends is very high. The bank is not a gover institution and ot afford to hire extraordinary beings, so pressing an arm in a crisis is the best you do for the bank manager.

  Sed, in the era of the four tries, it’s not ordinary financial institutions that make real money, but the "Global Trade Bank," abbreviated GTB, a special armed monopoly anization.

  Using the bank keys he managed as a security guard, Li Aozhi opehe riot equipment vault, taking out a fire axe and a bulletproof vest. He kept a close eye oime, always calg.

  , he took the fire axe and smashed the ter, quickly looting the cash, roughly estimating about 40,000 Debbies. Li Aozhi spread the cash like a fan, ting it skillfully and quickly—this wasn't due to his banking expertise but rather a teique he learned pying card games in the past.

  "14,2300 Debbies, not much. But enough to start that quest."

  Li Aozhi was satisfied. He had no iion of robbing the bank vault. As a night patrol security guard, he didn’t have the eleic key to the vault, and the bank's safes were nearly impossible to open without professional cutting tools.

  paratively, looting the ter cash was the easiest.

  "Since Rule Four arrests people indiscriminately and kills is for credit, I might as well embezzle."

  "And if I pull off a big heist, robbing a bank is a serious crime. Maybe Rule Fents will hunt me down. Initially, Rule Fents are at most level 15. Taking them down would provide a substantial amount of experience."

  Li Aozhi deleted the surveilnce footage and struck Lanny Johns' corpse a few times, staging the se to look like he had murdered for money.

  Ordinary people instinctively fear w enfort, but Li Aozhi didn’t. On the trary, he inteo use this as bait, luring them in.

  As a pragmatist, Li Aozhi had no qualms about criminal activities. In his previous life, pyers caused havoc across the universe; this was nothing.

  He quickly ged out of his security uniform. To prevent biological information trag by Rule Four, he set a fire, burning away his biological information. He also removed the SIM card from his personal terminal and threw it into the m garbage truck to prevent trag.

  Li Aozhi was a man of a. Within ten minutes, he was ready to set the fire. He didn’t carry ara items, lit a cigarette with Lanny’s lighter, and took a deep drag.

  Phew...

  The plex aroma of tobacco lingered in his teeth, calming his mind pletely. He wasn’t a regur smoker, so the calming effect of the tobacco would st a long time.

  Before six o'clock arrived, he threw the lit half-cigarette onto a pile of bustibles and turo leave.

  Boom!

  The moment, fmes erupted, thick smoke billowed, and the gss doors shattered. As the wailing fire trucks arrived on the se, Li Aozhi blended into the crowd watg the fire, casually and skillfully leaving the Jianlin ty Vilge Savings Bank.

  The surrounding residents, armed by the fire, gathered, watg the burning bank in amazement. Their monotonous work lives had gained a bit of excitement from this sudden fire.

  Artificial light fell on his shoulders. In the crowd, Li Aozhi looked up at the sky. The cold and dim hemisphere geor tio emit light radiation slowly.

  This wasn’t the real sun.

  No day-night cycle, no su or sunrise, no moonrise, just decades of unging daylight illumination.

  Li Aozhi didn’t use public transportation. With the map of Jianlin ty in his mind, he made several turering a public restroom. His makeup skills were excellent. When he emerged in a blue shirt and old jacket, he looked like a sallow-faced, worried middle-aged man.

  He looked at the hemisphere light barrier geain and shook his head:

  "People deprived of sunlight don’t dare to look up at the sky."

  With his disguise plete, he tore up his ID card and threw it into the garbage truck, having no further use for it.

  In the previous life, pyers born in the Frost Federatioually sought to immigrate or leave the try due to poor development prospects, especially if they weren't female pyers, who had few quests to accept.

  Even pyers trolling virtual characters loathed Frost.

  But in this era, it wasn’t so easy.

  Moreover, he was now a fugitive with stolen money. Public transportation wasn’t an option. Fortunately, Jianlin ty was he border, only 20 kilometers away in a straight line. But crossing the border was no small feat, with checkpoints and GTB security personnel closely monit.

  "Normal people need a smuggler. But my goal isn't to ehe other three tries but to get outside. That’s much easier."

  Li Aozhi was lucky. Jianlin ty wasn't a major popution or industrial ter. It was a semi-urban area.

  The ty's popution was plex, including stateless refugees entering civilization for the first time, local residents, migrant workers, long-distaruck drivers, farmers, workers, and some city dwellers from Yaoguang City.

  Such a mixed popution easily formed cliques, with people from all walks of life helping each other, eventually creating gang influences.

  Gangs in wless areas fill a gap in order, defined as eic crime anizations. Their fighting is a means to an end, with profit as the ultimate goal.

  In the text of Frost, human traffig and smuggling were highly profitable. The front shop-back faodel, bined with the ty's plex popution and w enfort difficulties, quickly upgraded the smuggling industry, using rapid sales models to empower the industry, driving innovation, and tributing greatly to Frost's development.

  Simply put, there were too many smuggling ads. They were everywhere, using euphemisms like "quitry and residency solutions."

  Li Aozhi didn’t know much about Frost, but... street flyers and cards told him a lot.

  Pig up a few flyers from the ground, he unsurprisingly found a smuggler.

  Following the address, he found them in an alley.

  "Where are you headed?"

  The smuggler was a young woman, chewing gum, looking impatient, with a raspy void skewed features. Four middle-aged men, silent and dull, likely her hen, apanied her.

  Seeing Li Aozhi ale-skinned man resembling a stateless refugee, she immediately felt disdain.

  On Azure Star, sunlight resources were monopolized by the four tries. Those with a healthy tan indicated suffit sunlight exposure, a sign of wealth and leisure.

  versely, pale skin indicated severe ck of sunlight, suggesting stateless ary within three geions.

  Li Aozhi's poor family situation was evident; otherwise, he wouldn’t be as pale as a refugee.

  He didn't care. Discrimination was ong the four tries. He threw a stack of cash and said:

  "This is 14,000, enough to take me to Shelter P-205."

  The smuggler weighed the money, her eyes shifting. She g Li Aozhi and asked, "Deserter?"

  Shelters weren’t civilized areas, g sunlight and barely habitable. Frost was still a civilized world with GTB energy loans. Life was tough but livable.

  Only deserters, felons, or smugglers would risk entering the outside. The ty was small, and regur smugglers were known. She could tell he wasn’t a felon, so he had to be a deserter.

  "None of your business."

  Li Aozhi snorted, iionally vague, firming her suspi.

  "Heh, o be nervous. Plenty of deserters every year." She smiled, ted the cash, and was surprised, "This money is really new."

  Li Aozhi almost ughed. It was freshly taken from the bank, of course.

  "When we leave?" He feigned urgency, pressing, "I o go. Someone's waiting for me outside. They won’t st long..."

  "No rush, not enough people yet. We leave when the group is full." She shrugged.

  Smuggling opportunities were rare. They packed people into tainers before setting off.

  Someone waiting? Yeah, right.

  Without protective gear, normal people couldn’t survive three days outside. To rescue someo least seven ht logistics personnel were needed.

  Waiting for someone? Who do you think you are?

  Seeialling, Li Aozhi knew what . He grabbed her colr and growled:

  "Who do you think you are? I'm with the Rose Army! You dare waste my time?!"