Life Dungeon Game

Immediately afterwards, the man who had been hit by the stray bullet also realized something was wrong. He pointed his gun at the dark night and put his index finger on the trigger.

Then, with a choked sob, his body slowly collapsed.

"who is it?!"

The newcomer discovered the unexpected turn of events.

In this silent and brief moment, every time someone raised their gun, a muffled groan of a corpse falling to the ground would be heard.

The oppressive atmosphere of the night dispelled the silence, and everyone watched the night warily, their fingers tightly gripping the triggers.

thump -- thump -- thump --

The dull thumping of my heart became the only accompaniment in the night.

Snapped--

The switch clicked softly, and a bright light instantly dispelled the darkness. This sudden change startled everyone, and several people almost pulled the trigger.

There isn't just the one that was recently broken; it's just gang rule to leave one light on as a signal, and it also makes it easier to hide people under the cover of night.

The man with the rooster-like hair pulled his hand away from the switch, turned to look at the pool of blood on the ground. Five people were already lying in the blood. "Damn it, we have to find this bastard and riddle him with bullets."

He spat and looked at the other gang members in front of him, who stared at him with their mouths slightly open, and then backed away step by step.

"Why are you all looking at me?"

The man with the rooster-like hair looked at everyone with a puzzled expression.

At that moment, one of the gang members slightly raised his gun and pointed it behind him.

The man with the rooster-like hair realized something and froze on the spot.

A hand gently reached out from behind and rested on his shoulder.

Snapped--

The switch was turned off again, and darkness enveloped everyone once more.

"Damn it, go to hell!!!"

Finally, someone couldn't withstand the terrifying pressure and fired at the rooster's comb.

The sudden burst of flames illuminated the silent night once more. In the glow of these flames, only the dazed look of the man with the rooster-like haircut could be vaguely seen. Blood stained his clothes, and his body was riddled with bullet holes. Behind him stood the man...

The shadow had long since vanished.

A cold hand rested on the neck of the last person who fired the shot.

The silver folding knife, stained with red, reflected a bewitching gleam under the spitting flames.

"Die!!"

"Die!!"

As the gunfire subsided, people finally realized what was happening. They frantically opened fire into the darkness, trying to kill the enemy shrouded in night.

They chose the darkest alleyway in the night as their final resting place.

"Quickly, quickly, kill him! Shoot! Shoot!"

In the darkness, a gaunt figure shouted as he retreated step by step, gun in hand, his pace quickening.

Soon, the intense gunfire ceased, and everything seemed to return to normal.

Without any hesitation, the slender figure turned around abruptly, only to bump into a human figure.

Snapped--

A crisp switch clicked open, and light returned to the world.

The thin shadow stared blankly at the frail boy in front of it, then took two steps back.

"Cough...you're the leader of this gang?"

He Ao looked at the thin figure in front of him, his gaze falling on the hyena pattern on the man's chest. "What gang is this... the Hyena Gang?"

The thin man gripped the gun handle tightly and took two steps back.

Seeing his movements, He Ao glanced at him and gestured for him to look behind him.

The gaunt man turned his head and saw only blood covering the street, with people lying blankly on the ground, their faces filled with surprise or madness.

The dozen or so people who were guarding this place are now all lying here, unable to make a sound anymore.

Actually, it only took a minute or two.

He swallowed hard, slowly raised his hands, threw the gun aside, and backed away while looking at He Ao. "I am... the Hyena Gang... the leader of the Hyena Gang here. What are your orders?"

"Who gave you my information?"

He looked at him calmly.

The dark street was lined with abandoned buildings on both sides, and He Ao was standing next to an abandoned small building. This small building was slightly different from the other abandoned buildings. It had been transformed into some kind of base, and there was an electronic campfire inside that had been extinguished for warmth.

There were three bright streetlights in this small building. He Ao broke one, turned off one, and the last one was on at the moment.

“Someone on the black market has asked us to help monitor you.”

The thin man chuckled shakily.

"Does surveillance include blackmail and death threats?"

He Ao maintained his distance from the thin man, forcing him to retreat step by step into the depths of the small building.

"We gave away a little bit of business."

The thin man laughed awkwardly.

The same surveillance task yields different results when assigned to different people.

If it's handed over to a legitimate security company or a gang with ties to legitimate businesses, it might just be a simple surveillance operation.

However, handing the case over to ruthless gangs that enjoy murder and robbery, and adding some personal information such as no relatives, young age, or having just received a huge death compensation, might make these gangs have some ulterior motives.

Clearly, the Hyena Gang belongs to the latter category.

Such gangs would never extort a little money and leave; they would only follow their prey like a pack of wolves, slowly driving them to the brink of destruction and devouring them whole.

The person who issued this task wanted Joey dead.

He Ao stared quietly at the thin man. "Who gave you this mission?"

"We don't know either..."

The thin man quickly shook his head. "It's the rule in the black market that you don't know who the client is when you receive a mission."

“The rules of the black market,” He Ao slowly raised the folding knife in his hand, the sharp blade resting diagonally against the man's cheek, sliding down little by little. Some of the blood splattered on the hilt of the knife had dried, leaving some crimson streaks on the blade.

"Any task without knowing the client requires a reliable intermediary, so who is the intermediary?"

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Chapter 150 Old Residence (Please subscribe, add to your favorites, and vote with monthly tickets)

The thin man looked at the slightly sickly boy in front of him and swallowed hard.

This boy was nothing like the information provided by the middleman, who claimed he was just an ordinary underage high school student. His experienced tone made him sound more like a gang leader who had been in the business for many years and was ruthless in killing.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with He Ao being so young and strong. There are indeed some people in this world who possess unfathomable power. Although he had never seen one, he had heard that any underground gang would avoid such a person.

The man swallowed hard and looked at He Ao.

Since the middleman was so heartless as to trick us into coming here to die, it's perfectly reasonable for me to betray him.

“The middleman was Noard from Avis Bar, that damn conman cheated us,” the man glanced at his dead underlings, then, as if suddenly remembering something, “Noard also asked us to help collect a kind of extraordinary plant.”

He slowly moved deeper into the small building, leading He Ao to a rectangular metal box. "I don't know if you like it."

"Open."

He looked at him and said softly.

"it is good."

The thin man carefully lowered his hand and opened the metal box under He Ao's gaze.

The box was opened, revealing small yellow flowers encased in ice.

Corpse Flower.

“This flower seems to be called something like corpse flower… If you like…” the man said as he backed away while Heo stared at the box, “I can decide to give these to you.”

His hand slowly lowered, reaching into the inside pocket of his clothes, where a black gun handle was gradually revealed.

"Did I coerce or threaten you? Did I express any intention to blackmail you?"

However, at that moment, He Ao, who was staring at the Corpse Flower, suddenly asked in a low voice.

“No,” the man shuddered, then he noticed that Heo’s gaze was still on the corpse flowers, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief, continuing to reach into his inner bag. “These are gifts I gave you voluntarily, entirely of my own will.”

The seemingly sickly young man in front of him was actually very gentle, spoke softly, and never uttered any threatening words. However, the terrifying sense of oppression made the thin man feel suffocated.

As he spoke, his hand finally touched the cold grip of the gun.

Then, in that instant, he gripped the gun handle tightly, drew the gun, and aimed it at He Ao. Without saying a word, his first instinct was to fire.

Just as his index finger was about to pull the trigger, a silver light shot out from He Ao's hand, streaked across the void, and accurately pierced his throat.

It was a folding knife stained with blood.

The gaunt man was struck by a tremendous force, his body leaning backward and falling to the ground. He stared blankly ahead, bright red blood spurting from his neck.

He Ao calmly closed the metal box, lifted the handle, looked at the thin man, and said softly, "A gift, legal."

The gaunt man looked at He Ao, opened his mouth as if to say something, but bright red blood gushed from his throat, silencing all his words.

He Ao walked out of the small building with his suitcase and turned off the light as he did so.

The entire street fell into chaos again.

Pitch black silence.

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