In the following days, Luke was busy checking the pipes for Harut Heavy Industries' underground facilities every day, and Norton's team followed him in and out of the underground city on the rail car.

No one mentioned the topic of that day these days, and everyone seemed to have forgotten it tacitly.

Luke put his worries aside and even laughed at himself for being overly worried and making things too complicated.

Just let it go.

Luke looked for the pipes in the guide during the day, and sneaked into the dungeon at night, bringing the occult materials to transform the pipes into the required occult auxiliary words. This was a huge project, and he couldn't rely on others, so Luke could only transform himself into "Super Mario" and run between pipes.

There's just no princess waiting for me to rescue...

Ah! How can I set such a flag!

Thinking that there is already a princess in Winter City, and that she could be abducted at any time, Luke immediately wiped out the thought with a "Pooh".

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Mina brought a pair of polished leather shoes to change for Luke who was about to go out.

It was obvious that Mina was in a very good mood today. She had a big bow on her hair tie and her eyes were filled with unconcealable joy.

"Nothing?" Luke noticed Mina's change and asked, "The bow is very beautiful, is it new?"

"Yes, Mr. Luke, my father bought it for me..." Mina wanted to say more, but remembering her father's instructions, she did not continue to talk about the details of buying the bow.

Luke didn't ask any more questions. It was normal for girls to be happy when receiving gifts.

After changing his shoes and taking the hat and briefcase from Mina, Luke said to her, "Go home after cleaning the room. Your father needs your care more."

"Thank you, sir."

Luke said goodbye to Mina and left the apartment to go to work. As soon as he entered the lobby of the company's office building, he met Norton who was nervous.

Norton took Luke to their team's lounge, and asked Harry to stand guard outside. Then he said worriedly, "Mr. Luke, have you heard? There's an accident in the B36 mine!"

Luke was stunned for a moment, feeling something was wrong, and asked, "What happened?"

Without waiting for Norton to speak, Rebecca said excitedly: "We don't know what happened exactly, but after two days of turmoil in the B36 mine, the supervisor Kun Deen compromised. He promised to pay the full salary in the future and no longer ask for labor fees."

The miners' wages are deducted from the upper levels, and they may receive less than half of what they deserve. Even this half is still expected, and if they want to work, they need to secretly give the supervisor a sum of money.

The production quota of the mine was very high during this period. The B36 mine had only been in turmoil for two days when the supervisor Kun De'en could no longer hold on.

Luke finally understood why Mina was so happy today. It must be because Kunden gave money to her father.

Also… this happened in the B36 mine.

Luke smiled and said, "What does this have to do with us? Get ready for work. I'm going to Mrs. Yolanda to get today's inspection route. You guys take the supplies and wait for me at the rail station."

Seeing Luke's response, Norton, who was somewhat expectant, had to agree: "Yes, Mr. Luke."

After Luke received today's maintenance route from Mrs. Yolanda, he joined up with Norton's team and went underground.

As soon as the rail car stopped at the company's control area in the underground city, an officer from the company's security department came with an order to temporarily recruit Norton's team.

At this time, the security personnel in the entire company's control area were holding an emergency assembly, first lining up and then getting on the bus and driving out of the camp.

Norton looked at the order and asked, "What happened? We are the escort team serving the steam engineer department and we have a protection mission. This is Mr. Luke, he is a steam engineer."

The company security officer immediately saluted Luke upon hearing his position: "I'm sorry, Mr. Luke. This is an emergency. The people in the A98 mine refused to work. They blocked the mine and took the supervisors and overseers hostage. The company's underground security team received an order to attack the A98 mine and rescue the company's employees.

According to company regulations, we are calling up all security personnel underground."

Luke and the others looked at each other.

I didn’t expect the second incident to come so quickly and be so violent. Unlike the B36 mine, the A98 mine did not resolve the incident privately, but directly kidnapped the supervisor and the overseer, making the matter a big deal.

what to do?

Norton and the others waited for Luke's answer.

Luke said, "Since it is a company policy, then take the person away. I can also take this opportunity to take a day off and visit the underground steam city."

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Luke."

Since Luke said so, Norton had no choice but to lead the team and follow the security officer to leave. One after another, cars full of armed personnel drove out of the camp. It was unknown what the workers in the A98 mine would get.

Luke became alone, and without his guards, he naturally did not need to complete the company's tasks and was legally absent from work.

One leaves the company camp and enters the streets of the underground steam city.

In order to buy materials for performing secret arts these days, Luke had entered the underground steam city many times, but each time he came and left in a hurry because of time constraints, and never wandered around here properly.

Outside the company's controlled area is the real underground steam city.

On both sides of the street are houses built of stone and scrap steel. Black and rust red are the main colors of the city. Steam pipes are entangled between the buildings, like a spider web woven by a giant spider.

There are all kinds of steam-driven machines on the road, and there are young people racing on homemade steam motorcycles on the road.

They were driving very fast, with a young girl sitting on the back seat. The motorcycle roared and ran on the road, and the driver swung left and right to change lanes to avoid vehicles and pedestrians on the road.

That kind of madness is only for the sake of speed, and does not take the safety of oneself and others seriously at all.

They are a well-known motorcycle gang in the underground Steam City, controlling all motorcycle races and gambling in the underground city. The road racing in the Steam City area is just an amateur race for the lower-level members of the motorcycle gang. The real professional track is outside the city, where the road conditions are more complicated and underground beasts appear from time to time.

According to statistics, the Underground Steam City Professional Motorcycle Race has a casualty rate of more than 30% in each race. It is this kind of racing full of death that can provide people with very strong sensory stimulation and make related gambling very popular.

Not only do the residents of the underground city like to participate in motorcycle gambling, but even the dignitaries in the winter city often appear at the stadium.

Therefore, motorcycle racing has become the hope for many young people who want to change their current lives. The winners enjoy honor, money and status; the losers either die in obscurity or live in obscurity.

In the middle of the underground steam city there is a straight black tower, on the top of which there is a giant evil eye. It opens its huge single eye and scans the entire underground steam city within its field of vision.

There is a spherical tower directly below the evil eye. It is the center for organizing and operating all motorcycle races and is one of the core industries of the motorcycle party.

Inside the tower is a large bar.

When Luke took the elevator into the dimly lit bar, the loud music hit his eardrums. People of all kinds drank alcohol and danced to the music. They wore dungeon-style fashions, showing off their tattoos and avant-garde hair. Under the colorful lights, colorful smoke spewed out from the airway above from time to time. The people in the bar danced and tried their best to inhale the smoke, and soon became more excited.

When Luke saw the colorful smoke floating down, he immediately took out a medicine box from his pocket, quickly took out a pill and put it into his mouth.

The involuntary excitement brought by the colorful smoke gradually subsided.

Luke pushed his way through the crowd and walked deeper into the bar. He refused the approach of the heavily made-up girl and went to the bar to ask the bartender for a drink.

"Sir, is this your first time here? I can tell from the looks of it that you are a high-class person in the winter capital. Would you like a bottle of 'Carnival Night'? It can enhance your five senses and give you wonderful feelings that you can't normally experience..."

The bartender tried hard to sell Luke the bar's special drinks.

Luke pulled a bottle of crimson liquid from his pocket and said to the bartender with a smile, "I just bought a bottle and was thinking about where to drink it."

The bartender was a little disappointed that he didn't get the commission for not selling the "Carnival Night", but he quickly suggested to Luke: "The next round-the-city motorcycle race is about to start. You can place a bet with me. I can provide you with betting references."

After saying that, the bartender pointed to the magic projection on the top of the bar. That magic projection was connected to the field of vision of the evil eye on the top of the tower, and the focus could be adjusted to clearly see the motorcycle track outside the city.

Luke asked, "What advice can you give me?"

To prove that he had a source, the bartender pointed to a group of special people in the bar. They were all wearing professional racing suits, enjoying beauties and drinks. The bartender said, "They are the racers in the next round-the-city motorcycle race. I know the status of each of them, and... who among them drank the 'concentrated carnival night'.

As long as you place your bet with me and give me a small tip, I will tell you... who has the best chance of winning the game."

Luke sighed and said: "Ordinary 'Carnival Night' can greatly enhance people's senses. Drinking 'Concentrated Carnival Night' is like racing with death.

The drivers really don’t care about their lives in order to win.”

The bartender shrugged as if he saw through it: "They worked so hard to advance from amateur to professional. If they can't get a good ranking on the circuit, all their efforts will be in vain.

Some of them spent all their money to buy a bottle of "Carnival Night" just for this one chance to risk their lives.

How about it, sir, do you need any news from me?"

Luke took out a bill and put it on the bar, pointed at a young man in the driver's area and asked, "Just introduce that guy to me. I'm not interested in other drivers."

The money on the table did not meet the bartender's expectations, but when he saw the driver the customer was pointing at, he readily took the money.

"Is it the little guy with the red hair?"

"yes!"

"His name is O'Connor Nedick, we all call him Red-Headed Ferret. He is a good driver and was eligible to race on the professional track at the beginning of last year. It's just that he was unlucky. He was injured in the first race and wasted the 'condensed carnival night' provided by the sponsor.

In the subsequent competitions, no one sponsored him, and he couldn't even afford the ordinary "Carnival Night". He could only come here before the competition to inhale the free atomized "Carnival Night".

His achievements can be imagined.

The Red-headed Weasel is just a poor runner-up, don't waste your money on him.

You only need to give me 500, and you will have a high chance of winning."

Luke drank his wine and looked at Nidic.

He was wearing a somewhat worn racing suit, and unlike other drivers, he did not enjoy the pre-race service provided by the bar. Instead, he sat quietly under an air vent, breathing deeply whenever colorful mist came out.

"What are the odds on Nidic?" Luke asked the bartender.

The bartender was surprised by the question: "Sir, Nidic cannot win unless you provide him with a bottle of 'Concentrated Carnival Night', but that is not something that money can buy."

Luke said somewhat dissatisfiedly: "You just need to answer my questions. There are many places to bet here. You are not my only choice."

The bartender didn't know why the customer in front of him was so interested in the red-headed weasel, but the commission from the bet was still money no matter how small it was.

"Nedick's odds are: 3 to 1 for the top eight; 20 to 1 for third; 40 to 1 for second; and 100 to 1 for first.

Sir, there are a total of 25 racers in a race, and most of them will drink "concentrated carnival night" or "carnival night". Unless half of them have an accident on the track, Nidick has a very small chance of entering the top eight.

Don't waste your money on him."

"But I just have money to waste." Luke put a stack of gold notes on the bar: "Here are a total of 100 gold notes, buy Nidic!"

A hundred-faced gold ticket can be converted into more than 500,000 Atcoins. The bartender has seen many bets, but all of them are on an extremely unpopular driver... Isn't this just throwing money into the water?

"Sir, I remind you that the best result Red-Headed Weasel achieved before was only eleventh place, and that was achieved by buying a bottle of 'Carnival Night' with his own money. Although you have a bottle of 'Carnival Night', even if you give it to him, it will not bring you any return.

Only those who drink the 'concentrated carnival night' have a chance to enter the top eight."

"You talk too much nonsense. Don't you want the commission of this bet?"

The threatened bartender immediately apologized to Luke: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm just thinking about you. Since you insist on buying Nidic, I'll place a bet for you immediately."

The bartender took the gold ticket from the table, quickly completed the betting process, and handed a receipt to Luke.

Luke drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, ordered two more drinks, and then walked towards Nidic with the glass.

Nidic was still inhaling the free smoke.

"Can I sit here?" Luke asked Nidic politely.

Nidick was closing his eyes to experience the enhancement of his senses from the free smoke. When he heard someone asking, he opened his eyes and saw the clothes of the visitor. He immediately said respectfully, "Sir, of course, please take a seat."

Luke sat down opposite Nidic and placed a glass of wine in front of him: "Your treat."

Nidick immediately refused: "I'm sorry, sir... I can't drink before the game starts."

“A very good habit.”

Being praised, Nidick laughed at himself and said, "That's because I don't have the money to buy a 'rave night'. In that state, the effects of alcohol can be ignored.

I have to maintain my current best condition, otherwise I will be disqualified as a professional driver if I finish last.”

Luke said: "In two years, you have been able to stay in the middle level of professional drivers without the help of 'carnival nights', which shows that your driving skills are very good."

"Thank you for your compliment. I'm just a driver who managed to keep himself from being eliminated. Sir, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

Luke drank his wine and said casually, "Because I bet on you."

Nidic was pleased to be appreciated, but he quickly said, "Sir, if you bet on me... you will lose all your money. I hope you didn't bet much."

"One hundred gold coupons, do you think it's too much?"

Nidick was stunned when he heard that the gentleman in a respectable suit in front of him actually bet one hundred gold tickets on him.

"Sir, I don't know what to say. I can only... apologize to you! If you have checked my competition records, you should know that my best result is only eleventh place."

"I chose you because I checked your racing record." Luke smiled mysteriously. "You are a very promising racer, but you just lack an opportunity to shine."

As he spoke, Luke placed the bottle of dark red liquid on the table in front of Nedic.

When Nidic saw the liquid, his eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

"This is 'Carnival Night'! Is it sponsored by you, sir?"

"Of course, my 100 gold coupons didn't come from the wind. I must be responsible for my investment. Drink this bottle of 'Carnival Night' and let me make some money."

Nidick picked up the liquid involuntarily.

Although his best result was 11th place, that was when he first entered the professional competition. In order to get a good result and regain the favor of the sponsor, he spent all his savings and borrowed money to buy a bottle of "Carnival Night", but he didn't get the ideal result.

Now I am very familiar with the track and my driving skills are much better than before. If I can have a "carnival night", I may be able to hit the top eight.

As long as I can get a rank, everything will be fine.

Nedick said to Luke excitedly: "Sir, I...I will try my best to get into the top eight!"

Top eight?

This was not the ranking Luke had in mind, and it was not just any "party night" that he gave Nedick.

The boss behind the underground Steam City motorcycle gang is actually a demon. The so-called "Carnival Night" is a sensory inducer that acts on the soul level. It can greatly enhance the user's ability to perceive external stimuli for a period of time, thereby achieving a spiritual power enhancement like a soul leaving the body.

Demons can absorb some of the soul energy from it.

Chaos and spirits are the demons' favorite things.

Motorcycle racing and casinos are the restaurants that the devil prepared for himself.

Luke knows the formula for "Carnival Night", and there is also a more powerful demon who provides the demon blood required for the potion.

The "Carnival Night" in Nedic's hand at this time is the undiluted "Carnival Night", and because the demon blood comes from an ancient demon, its effect is stronger than that in the hands of other drivers.

Nedik is a driver who will win many championships in the future. With the blessing of this "Carnival Night", it would be a shame if he doesn't take home the first place.

Luke didn't tell Nedick what the "Carnival Night" in his hands was different, letting him experience it for himself on the track.

Luke held up the wine glass and said to Nidic, "I expect you to run an unprecedented performance. Can I drink this glass of wine?"

Nidic hurriedly raised his glass and clinked it with Luke's: "Thank you again for your sponsorship, sir. I...will do my best!"

"cheers!"

"Cheers, sir!"

Not long after, the race entered the preparation stage and all the drivers left the bar and headed to the starting point under the tower.

Behind the gate of the track, Niedik started his car, and the surging power responded quickly. Niedik debugged and checked the condition of the car, and carefully recalled the details of the track.

On his left and right, the drivers took out the "Carnival Night" they had prepared, tilted their heads back and drank all the dark red liquid. A low roar of excitement came from deep in their necks.

The driver's eyes glowed a faint red light, and he seemed to be in a state of madness.

Nedick knew that this was the effect of a "concentrated night of carnival". He had experienced it before, but lost the opportunity to experience it again.

I can't miss this opportunity again.

Nedick took out the "Carnival Night" he had just obtained, unscrewed the bottle cap, and drank all the liquid inside in one gulp.

Then, he couldn't help but growl at the sudden burst of irritability. At this moment, he felt that a strange self was awakened by some power, and his perception extended outside his body, allowing him to clearly hear everyone's heartbeat.

Everything in the field of vision was covered with a layer of blood. Instead of being blurry, the objects were clearer than before, and the trajectories of moving objects were clear, as if they were slowing down.

Me, what am I drinking?

Nedick knows what it feels like to drink "Carnival Night" and what it feels like to drink "Carnival Night Concentrate". This feeling is different from them all, and it feels great!

The starting gun sounded.

The moment the gate opened, Nedick started the locomotive and rushed out along the edge of the gate that had not yet fully opened.

Luke sat on the sofa in the bar, looking at the magic projection above his head. At first, before the starting gun of the race sounded, everyone here was shouting the name of the driver they chose.

But when the race started and the drivers rushed onto the track together, the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

Everyone stared at the magic projection with their eyes wide open as if they had seen the most incredible thing.

The evil eye on the tower gave the driver in the front a view, and the driver's appearance was clearly visible on the bar's magic projection. The steam motorcycle sprayed white mist backwards, and the driver drove forward along the road, pulling away from the second driver.

This shouldn't be surprising, but the one rushing in first is the red-headed weasel Nidick.

How is this possible!

In previous races, Nidick was a driver who barely stayed above the relegation line, so how could he have such a fierce momentum at the start of today's race? And when he was racing on the city track, his avoidance and cornering were all just right and smooth.

Experienced people know that this kind of driving technique cannot be achieved with just skills, but requires extremely strong perception ability to complete all actions in a split second.

The driver in second place tried hard to catch up, but the gap between him and Nidik in first place not only did not narrow, but gradually widened.

In silence, the magical projection of Nidic rushed out of the city track and entered the ring track. On the winding road in the rugged area, the high-speed rotating tires threw gravel backwards. Nidic faced every obstacle and bend, and he was able to pass them all perfectly and efficiently...

It’s “Carnival Night”…

He must have drunk "Carnival Night", and it was a concentrated special blend!