Life Dungeon Game

"Let's go."

He Ao turned around and walked out of the morgue.

Vera followed beside him.

Before leaving the morgue, Veri glanced at Heo.

After a brief silence, the young boy nodded gently.

So Veri reached out and pressed the two cremation buttons that corresponded to the locations of Ilo's parents' remains.

A small, black robot emerged from the depths of the morgue, and the morgue door slowly closed behind He Ao.

The cold air brushed against the boy's cheeks as the two returned to the living room at the entrance of the funeral home.

Vera reached out and took a cup from the cabinet next to her, poured a cup of milk tea and handed it to He Ao.

"Thank you."

The steaming hot air dispelled some of the chill. He Ao reached out and took the milk tea, took a small sip, and then his eyes widened slightly.

"How's it going? Does it taste good?"

Vera smiled at Heo, "Uncle Jeko said my cooking is much better than his."

"Well enough,"

He clicked his tongue and sat down on the sofa in front of the fireplace. The TV was still showing footage of the founding of United Industries. "Speaking of which, why didn't I see old Jeko today?"

"What do you mean 'not bad'? Mine is at a professional level,"

Veri also grabbed a cup and poured herself a cup of milk tea. "This funeral home only opens in the afternoon. Uncle Jeko usually comes in the afternoon, but I know all the procedures at the funeral home, so it doesn't really matter whether he comes or not."

"Speaking of it,"

Heo looked at the young Mayor Endil giving a speech on TV and asked, "You should also know Mayor Endil?"

"Of course,"

Vera took a sip of her milk tea. For her, politicians and business tycoons, whom she usually only encountered on television, were part of her daily life.

“Uncle Endil and my father were close friends. He helped me a lot after my father died, and he contributed a lot to my smooth inheritance of my father’s estate.”

“I feel that his current way of doing things seems to be somewhat different from before.”

He compared the young mayor giving a passionate speech on television with the old mayor in Ilo's mind, who had a full head of white hair and seemed to have nothing to fight for.

Endil has been the mayor of Winter and has always enjoyed the support of the citizens of Winter. United Industries does not seem to have any intention of replacing him.

"Well, perhaps it's related to the passing of my parents,"

Vera sighed softly.

"Actually, during the time when my father stepped down from his position as chairman of the United Industries Board of Directors, which was during my childhood, Uncle Endil often came to visit our home and would often talk with my father all night long."

“At that time, Uncle Endil seemed to really want my father to take back control of United Industries and made a lot of efforts. My father also often supported his speeches until my parents were assassinated.”

Vera paused for a moment, her voice slightly lower.

"That night, Uncle Endil's hair turned white overnight, and from then on, he took no further radical measures or tried to change the mind of the United Industries Board."

"It sounds like he knows the 'truth' behind your parents' deaths?"

He Ao took a sip of milk tea and asked softly.

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Chapter 802 The Flame of an Idealist (Mega Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"what?"

Upon hearing He Ao's question, Vera paused for a moment.

Then she realized what the core of He's question was:

How could a mayor who had overcome countless death threats and numerous hardships to build the behemoth that was United Industries from chaos be so easily crushed by the death of his close friend?

Unless he saw something behind this incident, at least something that wasn't out in the open.

"He may have had his doubts, but he never told me,"

After a brief moment of thought, Vera gently shook her head. "Back then, everyone thought the most likely person to assassinate my parents was Vincent, the current chairman of the United Industries board."

"Even at that time, United Industries immediately convened a shareholders' meeting to question Vincent."

"Finally, a joint investigation team was formed by the United Industries, the FBI, and the City of Winter."

Vera looked at the screen on the television. "The investigation team went through all the clues and finally identified the Eternal Cult as the perpetrator of the attack. They also found no evidence of any collusion between Vincent, the United Industries Board of Directors, and the Eternal Cult."

She paused, then continued, "At least at the time, no one knew why the Eternal Cult attacked my parents. The United Industries, the city government, and the FBI joined forces to conduct several large-scale purges of the Eternal Cult."

"But the Eternal Secret Church always recovers quickly after suffering heavy blows, and because of their special diocese mechanism, no one knows how they made their initial decisions unless you find their church core and the so-called Apostolic.

"So this is the real reason why you aid the Twilight Order and keep attacking the Eternal Cult?"

He looked at Vili and asked softly.

It is both revenge and a pursuit of the truth.

"yes,"

Vera took a sip of her milk tea, then gave a wry smile. "But there's no need to look for the truth now."

Now that United Industries has been exposed for its collaboration with Eternal Tantric Buddhism, the charges that the United Industries board of directors claimed to have "cleared" are no longer so clean.

Now that Vincent has complete control of United Industries, what happened back then can no longer affect him.

Veri paused for a moment, then sighed softly, "Perhaps Uncle Endil foresaw this outcome back then, which is why he ultimately chose to give up."

In fact, she had always suspected Vincent and the United Industries board of directors, but she had no evidence. After all, in the case of her parents' assassination, they were the biggest beneficiaries on the surface, having lost their biggest opponents.

"maybe."

He Ao placed the milk tea on the coffee table in front of him.

Veri's account was self-consistent, but he always felt that perhaps some information was missing.

"Speaking of which, why did you suddenly think of asking Uncle Endil?"

Vili held her milk tea cup and looked at He Ao with some confusion.

"I'm just a little curious,"

He looked up at the young Endil on the television screen. "Is the city government now completely out of his control?"

"Not completely detached, but almost,"

Vera also stared at the figures on the television screen and sighed softly.

He said in a tone that, "Based on the intelligence I have gathered, after my parents passed away, United Industries intensified its infiltration of the city government and city council."

"Many times, Uncle Endil can't actually control it either."

"Even so, he did a lot of things."

"Through his mediation with the city council and the United Industries, he enacted numerous laws protecting the poor and homeless,"

"Previously, the United Industries attempted to impose exorbitant 'rental fees' on people who pitched tents on their land, but this was ultimately stopped by Uncle Endil."

"The tents you see on the streets set up by homeless people are actually 'given' by Uncle Endil. He set up a department with municipal funds specifically to distribute tents to the homeless."

"In addition, he introduced many policies on welfare food, emergency relief homes, low-rent apartments, and public schools, although many of these could only be implemented in a few places due to insufficient funding."

"In fact, many bills concerning raising the minimum wage, mandating health insurance, and mandating social insurance have not been passed."

At this point, Veri took a sip of her milk tea and sighed.

"Since my father's death, Uncle Endil has completely lost the support of United Industries. Those shareholders who originally supported my father have all switched their allegiance to Vincent."

"What Uncle Endil is doing now is the limit of what he can do."

"After all, what he was fighting against was a behemoth that he had built up from scratch."

“He once told me that he had wanted to retire and get away from all of this for a long time, but he couldn’t completely give up the city.”

There was no one else behind him.

"Speaking of it,"

Vivi, holding her milk tea cup, turned to look at Heo. "I want to go to the mayor's mansion to see Uncle Endil. I haven't seen him for many years."

She paused for a moment, then said, "In a few days, I will be eighteen."

In Winter, at the age of eighteen, one can freely dispose of the inheritance they have received.

At the same time, they can also participate in elections.

He Ao gazed at the girl before him, at her eyes that held a mixture of anticipation and hesitation.

He knew that the girl in front of him had already made her decision, but she hesitated, standing in front of the foggy road, not daring to take that step easily.

That was perhaps an exceptionally difficult path, just like the one her father had walked.

Scorn tried to change the city, and then he died fourteen years ago.

Now his children are standing at the same starting point he once was, facing enemies that may be far more powerful than he was back then.

The electric stove burned with a faint flame, and the warm air dispelled some of the winter chill.

He Ao didn't offer direct advice or encouragement, but instead picked up his milk tea cup and asked softly,

"What do the Twilight Clan members think of your father?"

“Most of them respected my father and thought he was a good man,”

Vera didn't know why He Ao would suddenly ask this question, but she still tried to recall carefully.

"Many people fondly remember the years when my father served as chairman of the board of directors of United Industries. Some elders of the Twilight Society often tell me that when my father was in charge of United Industries, life was..."

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"Do most residents of Winter think this way?"

He Ao then asked.

"Should it be?"