Life Dungeon Game

He Ao coughed weakly and exited the voice message interface.

At that moment, an unfamiliar number called. The call was answered...

"You brat, it's almost six o'clock. Have you prepared the money? Remember, 50,000 Federal Credits, cash, not a penny less. Bring the money to the location this afternoon. If you don't come, then we'll have to come to your house to visit you!"

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Chapter 148 The Night (Please subscribe, add to your favorites, and vote with monthly tickets)

"One large carton of milk, three nut chocolate bars, sir, is there anything else you need?"

The convenience store clerk with a few freckles on her face looked up at He Ao.

“Hmm,” He Ao turned his gaze away from his reflection in the glass display case, glanced at the counter, and then fixed his eyes on the person behind the convenience store clerk. “Get me one of those folding knives.”

Then he paused, glancing at the shelf next to the cashier, "Give me another deck of cards."

"Okay sir, that'll be 8 Federal Dollars in total. Will you be paying by card or cash? Would you like a bag?"

The shop assistant gathered all the items together and looked at He Ao.

"No need to swipe your card."

He Ao swiped his wristband in front of the convenience store's card reader, and after a crisp "beep," the convenience store clerk pushed the item over.

He Ao disassembled the folding knife and put it in his pocket along with the playing cards. Then he tore open the milk carton and drank half of it right in front of the convenience store clerk. Afterward, he walked out of the convenience store with the nut chocolate bar in his hand.

Nut chocolate bars are high-energy, high-fat foods, while a large carton of milk can help replenish protein. These foods can provide a quick and short-term energy boost for some.

Even so, this supplement is still not enough.

He Ao's gaze fell on the glass facade of the convenience store, reflecting his current appearance: a gentle, weak, and somewhat sickly-looking boy.

Joey's appearance was already quite youthful, and coupled with his weak look, he didn't seem intimidating at all.

At that moment, He Ao's bracelet vibrated; it was a notification from Nord Bank about a deduction.

The factory's death compensation was 300,000 yuan for the deceased and 600,000 yuan for the parents.

After paying off all the mortgage payments, as well as the parents' various consumer loans and credit card debts, about $50,000 of the $600,000 remained.

Of the 50,000 yuan spent on burial plots and funeral expenses, about 15,000 yuan was spent, leaving only 35,000 yuan.

Joey himself had no savings.

In other words, He Ao now only has 35,000 yuan left that originally belonged to Joey.

He stuffed all the chocolate nut bars into his mouth, then drank all the milk, threw the trash into the bin at the convenience store entrance, and walked deeper into the street.

This is the border between Aston and Kwes districts, the place where the gang members agreed to meet 'Joey'. They chose this place because in the chaotic Aston district, anything could happen.

He Ao also really liked this place.

He had only walked about five or six hundred meters when a small silver knife emerged from a nearby alley and blocked his way. "Kid, did you bring enough money?"

"I don't have that much money."

He looked up toward the source of the sound, and a man wearing a leopard-print jacket, with a mohawk and large silver earrings came into view.

"No? Your parents died, and you received so much compensation money, and you're telling me you didn't?"

The man sneered and slowly walked out of the alley. "Since you're here, you should leave something behind, right? Money or your life, choose one."

He raised the silver knife and slapped He Ao's cheek with the blade. "With your pretty-boy looks, you could make a lot of money selling yourself to a male escort club."

Hypermemory, activated.

The moment he slapped the knife at He Ao, He Ao grabbed his wrist, squeezed it hard, and stopped his movement, then delivered a knee strike to his abdomen.

The man's face froze. He was sent flying, crashing against the wall, and bounced back, rolling on the ground in pain.

The silver dagger in his hand remained with He Ao.

He Ao deactivated his super memory and weakly walked up to the man. "Tell me, who told you my information?"

The news of He Ao's parents' deaths was known to the conglomerate, the neighbors, and the workers who worked with him at the factory.

However, this group did not include gang members from the Aston area.

They always need a source of information.

"I...I don't know..."

The man clutched his lower abdomen in pain.

“Speak or die,” Heo said calmly, staring at him. “Choose one.”

The man stopped moving with difficulty and glanced at He Ao with trembling eyes.

He couldn't understand how this student, who was so weak and easily bullied in the morning, had transformed into such a ruthless and murderous monster in the afternoon.

He shrank back, "I don't know either. Our boss sent me to find you."

"Take me to your boss."

He Ao glanced at him, briefly activated his super memory, and casually flicked his wrist. The small knife in his hand flew out, grazing the man's cheek and piercing into the cement ground.

Feeling the cold blade pressed against his cheek, the man shuddered, enduring the excruciating pain, and shakily got to his feet.

"I'll take you there, I'll take you there."

-

As night fell, He Ao fiddled with his knife, following behind the man through the increasingly deserted streets.

He opened his personal attributes panel.

[He Ao (Joey)]

[Privilege Level: Regular Player]

Physical fitness: 105 (8)

[Skills: Talent Sequence 272: Super Memory (Soul Binding) (D-Rank), Basic Firearms Mastery (Soul Part)]

Mechanical modification: None

[Martial Arts: Refining Essence into Qi (Rank D) (Unusable)]

[Character Skills: None]

Joey is an ordinary person.

He didn't have a strong talent for firearms, nor did he have years of hard-earned martial arts training, nor did he have a father with many secrets.

He had no relatives to rely on; his only support was his parents, who had died in an accident.

He was all alone, weak and insignificant.

Faced with a desperate situation, he could find no opportunity to resist.

He Ao closed the attribute panel and saw that the man with the rooster-like hair in front of him was hugging his neck and slowly quickening his pace.

Then he looked up and saw a quiet street with only a single bright lamp hanging at the very front of the street, swaying gently.

The pitch-black night was deep and silent, like a wild beast that devours everything.

He Ao paused, then took a slight step back.

"Brothers, fire! Kill this bastard!"

The man with the rooster-like haircut in front suddenly charged forward. At the same time, fully armed men rushed out of the night, and bullets rained down on the man with the rooster-like haircut like a storm.

The rain of bullets poured down for several seconds, and everyone was blindfolded, pulling the trigger to riddle this man who dared to challenge their authority with bullets.

In fact, as early as when the man with the rooster-like hair was captured by He Ao and led this way, informants had already spotted them from afar.

They had already set a trap here, waiting to give He Ao a 'surprise'. When the man with the rooster-like hair saw this scene, he understood the gang's intentions and carefully acted to trick He Ao into going over.

When the smoke from the bullets cleared, everyone looked ahead and saw only empty streets, without a single person in sight.

He Ao leaned against the wall of the alley and took a calm breath.

Decades ago, when Reggie was still involved in gangs, these people used the same methods. Now, decades later, don't these people know about technological innovation?

He slowly picked up the knife he had snatched from the rooster-headed man, then suddenly thrust it out and threw it.

boom--

The only light bulb on the street was smashed.

The entire street fell into the silent darkness of the night in an instant.

"Turn on the light...turn on the light...burp..."

A shout came from the darkness, then his voice stopped abruptly, turning into a choking sound as some warm liquid flowed into his trachea.

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Chapter 149 Surveillance Commission (Please subscribe, add to favorites, and vote with monthly tickets)

The person next to him immediately reacted and pointed his gun in the direction of the sound.

Then he felt a hand emerge from behind his head, cold fingertips tracing his cheek before covering his mouth. A sharp folding knife pierced his throat, and he screamed desperately, his ripped throat emitting a whimpering sound.

"What the hell is this?! Die!!!"

A man nearby suddenly aimed in the direction of the sound and pulled the trigger.

The spray of flames instantly dispelled the darkness, revealing a surprised man not far from him. Blood gushed from his throat as the scorching bullet pierced his body, leaving him looking like a piece of clay pierced by numerous needles.

"Ah!!! You bastard, why did you shoot?!"

In the darkness came the painful screams of someone, a person struck by a stray bullet.

"I···"

The moment the shooter opened his mouth, he felt a cold object touch his throat, and fear crept up his spine.

"What the hell is this? Get out here! Turn on the lights, turn on the lights now!!!"