Chapter 122: Baishi Mall
Squeezed between conventional stores, at the precise center of the Recreation Sector was a crimson pagoda with golden accents, its tiered roofs gently sloping upwards. Delicate in size yet striking in appearance and drawing a long, winding line of eager people, excitement and anticipation shimmering in their eyes as they waited.
"Err...how are we supposed to get in?" William asked. "This is an insane line-up."
There must have been a hundred or so people waiting to go inside the tiered tower. Surprisingly, the line was rather straight. No pushing or shoving. Sun-young spotted men in martial arts garbs acting as supervisors. What guild were they a part of, she wondered.
"Also, are you sure this is the mall?" William pressed. "I thought it would be...bigger."
Sun-young agreed. Pagodas were supposed to be Buddhist Temples, not malls.
"You’ll see." David winked. He and Aisha went ahead, clearly having done this before. The line disturbed the road of the Bazaar. The complaints and grumbles of the passing stores were evident.
At the front, there were five separate entrances. Each was monitored by, again, martial artists from the East. Four of the entrances were used: two for people to come in and two for people to come out. That was when the reason for the line-up was made clear: every customer had to pay a fee.
’No wonder,’ Sun-young thought to herself.
There was one entrance, at the most right, that was guarded by a single martial artist. No desk for the payment necessary. Aisha went ahead and approached him.
"Wait, are we skipping the line?" William asked in a low whisper.
"Yep." David pushed his glasses up, smiling. "We have VIP tickets!"