Life Dungeon Game

Moreover, after successfully escaping once, the other party will become more confident and more unscrupulous.

So he asked his boss for leave early in the morning, then pretended to go out. Sure enough, he found a new person watching him downstairs. He pretended not to know and continued walking along his way to work.

He then walked halfway before suddenly turning back, bypassing the people watching him, and entered the stairwell through a small door at the back of the stairwell. He went up to the 37th floor in one go and returned home.

He had confirmed yesterday that there were no security cameras in the hallway outside the apartment building, and when he left in the morning, no neighbors were secretly watching him.

So he swaggered down the corridor back to his apartment, drew all the curtains, and hid in the darkness, quietly waiting for the 'mouse' to come to him.

He just didn't expect the rat to be so bold. He had come back very late, less than twenty minutes in total, but the other party came to his door after only ten minutes.

Then he directly blocked the guy's escape route.

After realizing he couldn't open the door, the young man turned around, smiled at He Ao, and said, "Grandpa,"

He pulled a small pistol from his clothes and slowly screwed on the silencer. "I was planning to shoot yesterday, but I was afraid the sound would attract the police. But I never expected you to refuse such a chance."

"You've come to hell willingly, and coincidentally, I brought a silencer today. I understand how you feel, having lived to such an old age and having had enough of life."

He slowly raised his hand and pointed the gun at He Ao. "Old man, it won't hurt. I'm sending you on your way, which will also reduce the pension burden for the social security group, right? I'm making a contribution to Chenxi City."

"You want to kill me?"

He tilted his head slightly, the morning light shining on his pure silver hair and his resolute, aged face, as if sculpted by a sword.

"Grandpa, it will be soon."

The young man's smile gradually turned cruel; he seemed to enjoy the thrill of killing.

His index finger slowly pressed on the trigger.

boom--

A tremendous force suddenly struck his wrist, and the intense pain caused him to loosen his grip, causing the gun to veer off course and hit the side wall. Then, the force twisted his hand, and the pistol flew out of his hand.

Snapped--

An aged hand caught the gun in mid-air.

"you you···"

The young man stared blankly at He Ao, who was playing with a pistol. He seemed unable to understand how He Ao, who had just been by the window, had suddenly appeared in front of him and taken his gun. And wasn't this old man a cripple?

"I'm getting old, and I enjoy running, but I just run pretty fast,"

He Ao slowly raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the young man's forehead. "Under federal law, when a residence is illegally entered or violently attacked and life is threatened, the owner, tenant, custodian, etc., have the right to use deadly force to protect themselves and their property."

Looking at the young man's bewildered eyes, he calmly explained, "In other words, it's legal for me to kill you now."

This law wasn't something Heo had seen; it was something that Icarus had told him long ago when Reggie and Icarus were chatting. When Heo entered this relevant scene, these memories naturally surfaced.

"Grandpa, let's talk this out."

The young man swallowed hard, looking at He Ao with some fear.

He's calm and indifferent gaze told him that He's really capable of killing; he had only ever seen that kind of look in the eyes of gang leaders.

"What are you looking for?"

He stared at him coldly.

"I have no idea!"

The young man shook his head frantically, then, under He Ao's gaze, his body stiffened for a moment, as if he had remembered something, and he shook his head frantically again, "Kill me! I don't know!"

boom--

Without any hesitation, He Ao shot the young man in the calf. Bright red blood gushed out, and the young man's leg trembled, causing him to kneel down.

He looked at He Ao, opened his mouth, but said nothing, still looking as if he was free to kill or torture him as he pleased.

“I’ve heard of such a form of punishment before,” Heo said calmly, his eyes gleaming with suppressed madness.

“Bury the person in the ground, leaving only the head, and then cut a cross on his head.”

Mercury is poured into this opening. The mercury corrodes the flesh, and with each infusion, the victim's pain intensifies. However, their bodies are fixed to the mud, unable to move or break free. So they can only writhe and struggle, tearing away their skin until only flesh and blood emerge from the opening… Fortunately, I happen to have some mercury at home… If you think it's not enough, I can go buy some more.”

"It's the mayor!!!" the young man shouted, trembling. "I'm from the Crocodile Gang. Our boss sent me to your house to find something related to the mayor!!!"

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Chapter 74 The Mayor's Lost Item (Please add to your favorites, read further, and vote with monthly tickets)

"Mayor Vent?"

He asked softly.

“Yes, it’s Mayor Vent,” the young man said without hesitation once he started speaking.

"It seems the mayor lost something important, which was taken by that lawyer named Ekaterie. But we haven't found anything, so we can only look for people related to her. We found that she often comes to the library and has a good relationship with you, so we thought she might have given the thing to you."

If valuables are lost, the mayor can report the loss directly to the police or the FBI.

Only those shady, clandestine activities that can't be reported to the police need to involve gang members.

He Ao realized that things were getting complicated. He looked at the young man and asked another question, "Was that machine apprentice who chased me a few days ago also one of yours?"

“I don’t know,” the young man quickly shook his head, then, under He Ao’s cold gaze, he added, “I really don’t know, but the boss’s message is that you’re dead, and he told me to just keep looking. But he told me…”

The young man hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Tell me that if I see you, I can kill you on the spot. Old man, please let me go. I'll go back and retire from crime and become a good person."

"Give me Naja's phone number."

He glanced at him and casually tossed the gun at his feet.

The young man glanced down at the gun, his fingers twitched, but he ultimately didn't dare pick it up. Instead, he took the bracelet and gave Naja's phone number to Heo.

He glanced at him and wrote down the phone call.

This young man is a typical example of someone who is all bark and no bite, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

"Grandpa, may I leave now?"

The young man endured the pain in his foot and asked cautiously.

"Don't you want the gun anymore?"

He Ao asked casually.

The young man glanced down at the gun at his feet and quickly shook his head. "No, no, I'm here to visit the old man, how can I not bring a gift?"

"A gift?"

He Ao glanced at the young man, making the young man tremble, thinking that He Ao was about to do something to him.

“Come on,” He Ao tapped the camera on the bracelet, “Let’s record a video. When making a gift, you must clearly express your intention to give. We also need to keep a video record. Be happy, and make sure your smile is genuine. Don’t make it seem like I’m robbing you.”

After dozens of attempts, the young man finally showed a 'genuine smile,' and Heo signaled that he could leave.

He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He glanced at He Ao and realized that He Ao wasn't looking at him, so he could only limp toward the window.

"You've killed quite a few people, haven't you?"

Just as he was about to climb out the window, He Ao suddenly asked.

Judging from the way the young man pointed the gun at people and his demeanor, he had killed quite a few people.

The young man trembled, neither denying nor daring to admit it.

He waited a while, and when he realized that He Ao didn't make any further moves, he scrambled out of the window and unfolded his hang glider.

After regaining his freedom, he turned around, looked at He Ao with a hint of resentment in his eyes, and flew away in his hang glider.

He Ao watched his retreating figure disappear, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took out his bracelet, and dialed...

Make a video call to the phone number you just wrote down.

When the call connected, an elderly man in a neat suit with a dignified expression appeared on the video.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

He Ao greeted her with a smile, his voice hoarse and aged, before ending the call.

-

Snapped--

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Naja crushed the bracelet in his hand, and the metal fragments, flashing with tiny electric sparks, slid down his fingertips.

"Boss?"

The driver in front glanced at Naja in the rearview mirror with a puzzled look.

"Where's Mar?"

Naja placed his hands on his knees and asked calmly.

"He's keeping watch over the old librarian. When he went into the old librarian's house to look for that thing before, it seems that the old librarian saw him when he came back. He said yesterday that he found a new clue and he's going to go there again today."

The driver casually explained Mal's recent activities.

“He betrayed the gang,” Naja said, squinting as if preparing to lean back in his chair for a nap. “You’ll have to work hard tonight.”

"it is good."

The driver nodded.

-

He Ao, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, cleaned up the bloodstains on the ground.

Because of the violent movements just now, the wounds on his body that had been bandaged had reopened, and some blood seeped out of the bandages.

After tidying everything up, he put the gun in his pocket, picked up the bag containing the book "Fearless Dawn," and walked out of the house with a cigarette in his mouth.

That young man probably won't live past tonight.

From Regit's memories, Heo could roughly discern the personality of his 'old classmate': Naja was extremely controlling and would not tolerate any betrayal.

Once the other party realizes that their phone number has been sold, they will take immediate action.

Because he had taken the day off, He Ao didn't need to go to the library today, so he went downstairs and headed straight for Roger's underground clinic.

His home wasn't far from Roger's clinic; it only took about ten minutes to get there.