Pennsylvania Road, a path hidden in the downtown area, with towering glass windows of skyscrapers on both sides. When you look up, you can see the sun shining on the windows, as if countless dazzling fireballs appeared above your head.

Light pollution in cities is really serious, especially during the day.

However, it is not a fault for the designers not having brains. After all, these buildings were built in Chicago's most prosperous metropolitan era, that is, in the 1950s, when urbanization was blindly promoted, and the contradiction between the natural environment and the city was not so prominent.

The sky above my head was clear. A gray pigeon that had accidentally entered the city from Lake Michigan was swept among the tall buildings. The wide streets were shaded, and the car exhaust smelled a little heavy.

At the end of the road ahead is a huge square building with no windows on the towering walls, only a row of large fans turning slowly near the top.

This is the Chicago Municipal Opera House, which was once a place where celebrities gathered. 60 years ago, every night, the luxury cars and modern girls gathered here. The polite gentlemen came here with young female companions and enjoyed elegant music. Familiar old friends shook hands and hugged each other.

Now it has fallen. Now young people will go to cinemas and shopping malls to watch movies. Opera House is just the glory of the metropolitan era, which is a story from the last century.

However, today it has regained its second spring, with all kinds of high-end cars parked at the door one after another, with red taillights flashing, and traffic flow moving slowly.

The heavy car door opened, and men in black tuxedo or nightgown got off the car, with white shirts and scarves, with a strong perfume smell on their bodies, and a lot of oil was applied to their hair combed backwards. It looked like they hadn't washed their hair for a month, and it was really... It was a striking sight.

Compared with these stinky men, the ladies obviously dressed more formally and gloriously. With the help of the gentlemen, the ladies stretched out their white arms from the car, wore white velvet gloves on their hands, and straddled their shiny shoulder bags on their bodies, and walked out of the car with light steps.

They wore white round-edged hats, rich rouge and cosmetics emitting a unique smell in the air, slender high heels stomped on the ground, and under the translucent silk skirt, the muscles of the calf stretched out gracefully.

This scene makes people dream of social gatherings of celebrities in the last century, and time seems to have been backed by 60 years here.

Everyone entered the venue in an orderly manner. At this time, a high-profile Maserati rushed into the place, like a sharp sword inserted into the parking space in front, causing the driver behind to step on the brakes with a kick, and the people in the car exclaimed.

The driver looked at the Maserati and revealed the sarcasm. This is where celebrities gather. How could such people appear? Driving like uneducated barbarians.

The Maserati was parked in the position, and soon the lights went off. The driver was wearing wide black sunglasses, wearing a valuable Italian dress, and holding a black umbrella, and quickly came to the passenger seat of the passenger and opened the door.

The waiters waiting at the door seemed to realize something. They stretched out their necks and moved forward slightly. The moment the driver got out of the car, they trotted all the way to Maserati's car. The window opened, and a young and slender hand with clear fingers stretched out, handing out a dark red invitation.

"Valents from Kassel Academy, please come here!" The waiter murmured the name of the group loudly, as if to welcome the dukes of the old era.

The waiter helped open the door, and the driver with sunglasses came to the front of the car and patted the waiter on the shoulder with his hand. The waiter respectfully waited aside. The driver opened the door and an old man in a silver suit and gray-haired walked out of the car. When he got out of the car, his eyes glanced around.

The gaze full of time seemed to be the arrival of the great dictator of the past. His eyes were full of anger and mightyness revealed absolute dignity. He took a step forward, and the driver had already put on an umbrella to help him block the sunshine.

Those who were swept by the old man's eyes all bowed their heads. For this old man, they were just a group of useless juniors, pretending to be awesome. In fact, they were all a group of big-tailed wolves. Facing a tiger like the old man, they had to surrender and bow their heads.

When he came here, it was like a movie shot that was about to be placed on him, and all the stories were told centered around this old man.

Others come here to attend proud high-class parties, while the old man comes here to admire his face and have a meal with the younger generations, and then express a few words to encourage his younger generation to continue working hard.

The waiters opened the back door and saw a white figure walking out of the car. The girl was wearing a white evening dress and floating out of the dust. The dress was hollowed out with fancy and complex patterns. The textures were inlaid with small diamonds, crystal shining, the skirt was like the wind, and the upright breasts were squeezed out of a proud arc by the dress. The slightly dusty pretty face made people think that they were a princess from a certain country and a painting from the medieval Western Europeans.

She stepped out of the car in the sun, and the golden light spread on her body. Her platinum hair was tied up high, revealing the girl's graceful neckline. The platinum crown used to tie her hair was even more noble than others. Her temperament was as white as snow, and she was as white as a small flower on a snow field, growing on a cliff and no one could approach her.

The waiter beside him rushed to the ground to hold an umbrella for her to hide the sun, but was stopped by her hands. A young man with outstanding temperament came out of the car. A black tuxedo perfectly showed his figure. There was a faint smile on his face in the sun. Although the curve of his face was soft, no one would think that this was a casual womb.

Without looking back and smiling, all the young people on the scene were overshadowed. No one could match that honor, that flower, sword, and young men in bright clothes.

People who claimed to be good-looking at the scene took a deep breath. They didn't know where the Kassel Academy was, but they all came from the Dragon Slaying Family and flew here from all over the world to attend the party in order to lead to an important clue to the dragon legacy.

Of course, not everyone is ignorant. Some people whisper and their well-informed knowledge can tell where the four people from Kassel Academy who attended the high-ranking party came from.

"Principal, what will we do next?" Finger whispered in Angers' ear.

They were very stylish, but Angers said that they would shock the heroes when they appeared. Now the heroes were suppressed, but their eyes were all facing here. Angers didn't tell them what to do next.

"When we walk inside, people will naturally come to welcome us. Those who stand outside are just a group of juniors. The real big shots have already arrived." Angers showed a gentleman's smile, and he walked calmly into the venue.

Sure enough, the waiters lined up and stood on both sides of the red carpet, watching the guests enter the venue.

Yuan Zhinu looked at Ling, raised his hand, and handed it to Ling. Ling gently placed his hand on Yuan Zhinu's palm, and the two of them slowly followed Angers with their hands in hand.

In front of him was the head of the opera house with a scarf leading the way. The four of them walked into the dark passage. The red carpet was laid on the ground, and it was soft when stepped on it. The air was filled with a strong smell of perfume, which made people feel dizzy.

The silver powder on the faces of modern girls shines in the dim light, and the luxurious and illusory environment is fascinating.

After walking through a not-so-spacious passage, I quickly walked into the spacious interior. The interior lights were bright, with a curved dome above my head. A large number of crystal lamps were radiating with all their strength. These crystal lamps were decorated with expensive African diamonds, and the white load-bearing columns were like the ruins of the Parthenon Acropolis in Athens, standing tall and far.

The golden dome painted the war at dusk, and the green mandala-patterned wool carpet was laid on the site. The powerful and powerful people held huge red wine glasses and wandered between the noisy venues, clinking glasses with each other, and asking about their well-being.

The gate of the venue was pushed open, and the waiter shouted loudly, "The VIP group of Kassel Academy is here!"

With the shouts of eunuchs and sissy, all the powerful people at the scene turned their attention to the door. There were many tycoons in business and political circles here. Their assets combined together could even trigger several major economic crises on Black Friday.

Some people wear military uniforms and golden medals that symbolize glory, while some are Wall Street giants who trade shares on their own, which can make retail investors lose everything overnight.

However, none of them were the protagonists of the venue.

Anger took a step, Finger was tall, with black sunglasses following him like a bodyguard. The Yuanzi behind them always had a suitable smile on his face, but Zero was always cold, like a little princess from Tsarist Russia.

"Angers, hahaha!"

A rascal laughter broke out in the venue, and someone squeezed out from the crowd. Anger greeted the figure with his eyes. He was hunched over and leaned on a crutch, looking very old.

"Oh, my old friend, I'm so sorry, I'm late again." Anger walked forward with a warm look on his face.

"Hahaha, I shot you in Texas in 1899. Taking advantage of the moment you turned around, I have to take care of it now. If you are targeted, my body will be unable to stand it anymore, hahaha!"

"Who is that?" Yuan Zhinu couldn't help asking.

The eyes in Zero Bing's pupil flashed, and his delicate red lips opened lightly, "Henkel, a capitalist, is also a mixed-race leader in the entire North America."
Chapter completed!