Chapter 745

How hard is it to get into Hansen’s banquet?

If you asked the average Dogtown street rat—someone scraping by on scav jobs and merc gigs that barely paid enough for kibble—it would sound impossible, a fantasy beyond reach. The sharp-suited elites at those gatherings were the kind of people they could only glimpse through a braindance simulation.

But for those actually qualified to receive an invitation, attending Hansen’s banquet wasn’t a challenge—it was a matter of whether they were willing to lower themselves enough to set foot in that ruin of a district.