Life Dungeon Game

The burly man's gaze followed He Ao's movements. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word. Lack of oxygen and blood loss were rapidly blurring his consciousness.

He tore off his vest and wrapped it in his hand.

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The clean part was on the inside, and the blood-stained part was on the outside. Then, with his bandaged hand, he gripped the cane handle again and forcefully pulled out the 'sword'.

The burly man's body stiffened for a moment, then he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He Ao took two steps back and walked back to where he had been standing.

The bright red blood flowed down the silver blade, disappearing little by little, leaving only a cold, clear glow.

This sword doesn't get stained with blood.

After Reggie's leg was beyond repair, he found a blacksmith in the underworld and used all his savings to forge this sword, which he hid inside his cane. This is why, after returning home and getting his cane back, Heo never let it out of his sight.

In fact, this 'sword' cannot be accurately described as a 'sword' in the strict sense. It is double-edged, thick at the top and pointed at the bottom, and not very long. It looks like both a short sword and a 'dagger'.

In practice, vertical thrusts are more effective than horizontal slashes.

Of course, both Heo and Rijette called it 'sword'.

Compared to firearms and machinery, cold weapons actually brought Regis a greater sense of security, as he had practiced martial arts all his life.

Once the blood on the sword had dried, He Ao wiped the hilt clean with a strip of cloth and inserted the blade back into the 'cane' he had been standing on the ground.

The clasp on the sword hilt clicked into place with the recess in the cane, producing a crisp sound.

It turned back into an ordinary-looking wooden cane.

He Ao squatted down, picked up the cigarette butt he had just thrown on the ground, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

Then, leaning on his cane, he walked over to the burly man, took out a twenty-dollar Federal coin from his pocket, and casually tossed it to him.

This is the money for buying bullets.

Martial arts are killing techniques. When you really want to kill someone, you need to be fast, accurate, ruthless, and kill them in one move.

Any delay gives the other side the opportunity to kill you.

He Ao, leaning on his cane, stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground and walked out of the alley.

He always retaliated when the other party drew their gun to kill him.

In Ejali's words, according to Dawn's laws, it could be considered legitimate self-defense, it's just that there were a lot of people defending themselves.

He lit another cigarette, put it in his mouth, and then adjusted his clothes.

Although he tried his best to avoid it, some blood still splattered on him, though it wasn't noticeable.

The afternoon sunlight shone on his aged face, slowly lengthening his shadow.

These assassins hired by Najah must be eliminated, otherwise they will affect his future actions.

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The phone rang urgently again, and He Ao answered it.

“Sir, Naja’s current location information has been sent to you via text message,” Christos’s voice came from the other end of the phone. “We will update his location in real time. May I ask why you need his information?”

"It's just an old man's revenge."

He Ao tapped on his wristband and showed the screenshot he had just taken from the video. The screenshot showed Najjah following the mayor into the meeting room.

He Ao's gaze, however, was fixed on the middle-aged man with glasses in the far corner, who was slowly closing the door.

Reggie wasn't actually very familiar with this person, but

But this person remained forever in his memory.

Twenty-four years ago, this was the same person who secretly shot Reggie in the back, breaking his leg.

After the incident, he immediately fled the gang and disappeared. For a long time, Rijette believed that he had left Dawn City.

The story has returned to its starting point.

“I’m sorry,” Christos realized he had asked an inappropriate question, and he quickly added, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Upon hearing this, He Ao turned his gaze to the side, to another alley. Some dirty little tents were pitched in the alley, and several filthy children were hiding behind the tents, watching him cautiously.

The gunshots hadn't bothered them; they were already used to it.

Before he knew it, he had arrived in the Aston District.

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The thin driver, wearing glasses, opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

Outside the car door, a young man stared wide-eyed at the driver, blood trickling from his chest, his eyes bulging.

This is the same young man who went to He Ao's house to steal things this morning.

The driver slowly closed the car door, blocking the view from outside.

"I'll go check right away,"

The dignified, elderly man sitting in the back seat hung up the call and looked at the driver in front. "To the research institute."

"it is good."

The driver nodded slightly and began to turn the steering wheel.

"Did that old man arrange for someone to work with him?"

The old man asked softly.

"We've arranged for five experienced, blood-stained assassins, as well as that newly recruited F-rank 'Angry Man'."

The driver replied slowly, "That old guy was only an F-class at his peak when he was young. This time, we should be absolutely sure of success."

"Looks like you don't need to do anything. I'm quite curious to see his expression when he sees you standing next to me."

The old man smiled and said, "It's a pity he's always been a loser. Even if he can stir up public opinion and threaten the mayor, he's ultimately just a loser who has nothing."

The driver didn't reply; back then, he was just doing things for money.

"You've been with me for so many years,"

The old man in the back row slowly raised his hand, and a small silver box appeared in his palm. The lid of the box was slightly ajar, revealing a corner of folded parchment inside.

"I've got what you wanted. After this turmoil is over, it will be yours."

The driver glanced at the silver box in the old man's hand in the rearview mirror, then looked away without saying a word.

He just gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

Naja took back the box, casually stuffed it into his coat, and smiled.

That was a condescending smile, the smile of a 'controller'.

The vehicle stopped at a traffic light.

A double-decker bus slowly pulled up next to the black sedan.

The silver-haired old man gripped his cane, opened the car window, and glanced at the black sedan below.

Sitting in the car, Naja was intrigued. He opened the window and looked up, only to see the tightly closed windows of the bus.

The traffic lights then changed, and the vehicles moved forward.

"Hey bro, I've noticed you've been staring at this car the whole time, what's up? Is something the matter?"

Just as He Ao rolled up the car window, a puzzled greeting came from beside him.

It came from an elderly man in his fifties sitting next to him.

“An old friend of mine was sitting in that car. We’ve been classmates since middle school. He’s not far from death now.”

He Ao said casually.

"Is he seriously ill? No wonder you're so concerned about that car," the old man sighed. "After all, we've been friends for so many years."

“Yes,” Heora said, opening the car window and watching the black sedan gradually pull away from the bus. “That’s my brother. We both care about each other’s life and death.”

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Chapter 84 Parking Lot (Please add to your favorites, read further, and vote with monthly tickets)

[Kardair Pharmaceutical Research Institute is a small, privately owned pharmaceutical research institute that is part of Kardair Pharmaceutical Company.]

This Kelder Pharmaceutical Company is actually a disguised company of the Crocodile Gang.

He glanced at the message Christos had sent on his wristband, then closed the message interface, looked up, and gazed at the black luxury sedan not far ahead.

The car passed the gate of the research institute and slowly drove into the institute's underground parking lot.

The entire research institute was heavily guarded, with a security guard stationed at almost every certain distance. These guards would stop anyone who wanted to enter the institute and check their access documents.

These security guards stood at their posts, their brows furrowed with a fierce aura. They didn't seem to be ordinary employees, but rather members of the Crocodile Gang working part-time.

He Ao stood outside and waited for a while, watching the security guards' movements.

Delivery drivers will be required to place packages in parcel lockers, delivery drones from courier companies will not be allowed to enter, and people without proper credentials will be turned away at the entrance.

One person who appeared to be a researcher seemed to have forgotten to bring his work ID and was stopped at the outside, but eventually entered the research institute through facial recognition.

However, not everyone without a work permit will be stopped.

Shortly after the researcher went inside, a van pulled up in front of the institute, and several construction workers in overalls got out, carrying various tools.

They spoke to the gatekeeper, registered, and entered the research institute.

It is confidential, but the level of confidentiality is not that high.

At this moment, He Ao suddenly had an idea and opened his attribute panel. His physical attributes had now increased from 59 to 80.