Life Dungeon Game

Which gang are you from?

The tall man frowned.

"From the Hyena Gang."

He carefully showed the man the surface of the box, on which was clearly printed a hyena skull symbol, the emblem of the Hyena Gang.

Upon hearing the name, the man frowned even more deeply. He held out his hand and said, "Just give me the thing."

“No,” Heo quickly hugged the box tightly. “Our boss said he must hand it over to Mr. Noard himself.”

Upon hearing this, the man paused for a moment, glanced at He Ao, then opened the door and walked deeper into the bar.

He Ao cautiously followed them inside, looking around nervously, and sat in the seat closest to the door of the bar.

It's like a child arriving in an unfamiliar place, feeling lost and helpless.

A short while later, a tall man led a portly old man wearing brown overalls toward He Ao.

"Boss, they said it's the Hyena Gang coming to turn in a mission. They look like a newbie. Why would those lunatics in the Hyena Gang send a newbie to turn in a mission?"

The tall man leaned against the old man and asked in a low voice.

“Everyone has times when they don’t know anything,” Noard glanced at Heo, who was huddled up, looking around with his face hidden by a baseball cap, smiled, and said to the man beside him, “Of course, it’s perfectly reasonable for a novice to lose something while delivering goods.”

"But the Hyena Gang..."

The man hesitated.

“The Hyena Gang will be gone soon,” the old man smiled, lighting a cigar. “Victor won’t let those mad dogs get away with this. The Hyena Gang won’t last more than a few days. Let’s do it cleanly. If they and their stuff are gone together, then there will be no evidence against them.”

"Yes."

The man nodded and stepped aside.

the man

After leaving, the old man slowly walked up to He Ao and smiled kindly, "Little guy, are you looking for Noard? What do you need him for?"

Thick cigar smoke spread across He Ao's face. He Ao reached out and fanned the smoke away, then looked up at the old man. "Yes."

Then he laboriously lifted the box in his hands, "They told me to deliver...deliver what...corpse flowers..."

“The Corpse Flower,” the old man smiled, sat down opposite He Ao, and looked at the box in He Ao’s hand. “Can I see what you gave me?”

While it was indeed somewhat illogical for a clueless teenager from the Hyena gang to deliver goods, there are plenty of illogical things in the world. This was Noard's territory, and he could make the illogical seem illogical.

Moreover, this box was indeed the one the Hyena Gang used to store the Corpse Flower.

“Yes, that’s the name,” Heo nodded in realization upon hearing the name ‘Corpse Flower,’ then looked at the old man with a puzzled expression. “Why should I show it to you? I need to personally hand this box over to Mr. Noard and then discuss business with him.”

“Interesting,” Noard took a puff of his cigar, looking at Heo with interest. “I am Noard. What business do you want to discuss with me?”

"You're Noah?" Heo looked at him suspiciously. "Who can prove it?"

"Everyone here can testify, and your boss can testify too."

Noard smiled and waved, and the previously scattered staff in the bar instantly stood up and looked at Heo.

“Well… alright then…” Heo seemed intimidated by the imposing manner, and shakily placed the box in his hand on the table, slowly opening it in Noard’s sight. “This is something I came to give to Mr. Noard.”

Noard gradually saw the whole box clearly. Apart from a few water stains, the box was empty. There was nothing in it except for a black, olive-shaped object lying in the very center.

Laser grenade!

Noard was startled and immediately tried to stand up, but the person opposite him was faster.

Heo gripped the laser grenade in the box with one hand and pressed down on Noard's shoulder with the other.

Noard looked up and saw only the boy's smiling face.

"Mr. Noard, shall we talk business now?"

The boy's hand slowly moved to the pin on the grenade.

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Chapter 155 This is Self-Defense (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

"Kid, these things don't last long."

Noard maintained a calm smile as he slowly rose to his feet. His underlings in the bar immediately understood their boss's meaning and pointed their guns at Heo.

“Mr. Noard, I’ve heard that people hit by laser grenades are cut into pieces by the scorching laser, leaving no intact corpses,” Heo said, inserting his index finger into the pull ring and pulling it out slightly. “If you keep standing up, I can’t guarantee that either of us will have a complete corpse.”

Noard froze in mid-air as he stood up.

He Ao smiled. "Of course, you can also guess that this is a toy. After you pull it out, there won't be any sound. Are you willing to risk your life to gamble with me?"

He slowly raised his head and looked at Noard.

At this moment, Noard finally saw what the boy looked like.

Although he is old, his professional skills as a middleman make him very familiar with every task he handles.

Joey's information had passed through his hands.

"Young man, what brings you here?"

Noard's expression remained unchanged as he slowly sat back down.

If at first Noard thought the boy in front of him was just a brat causing trouble, his heart had now completely turned cold.

A person whose parents have passed away, who has no relatives or attachments, and who has been driven to a dead end, is capable of anything.

Moreover, the fact that someone who is very likely being blackmailed and threatened by the Hyena Gang is here with a box containing extraordinary materials belonging to the Hyena Gang itself implies something.

Regardless of how the child did it, it at least proves that he is not as simple as the intelligence suggests.

Once fully seated, Noard waved to his henchmen to put down their guns.

“Young man, since you’ve come to me, you should know that among all the middlemen in the Aston District, I, Noard, have the best reputation. You can entrust your business to me with confidence.”

"My request is simple: tell me who wants to kill me?"

Heo looked at him calmly, his index finger slowly pulling the pin of the grenade outward, the subtle and sharp sound of metal scraping echoing in Noard's ears.

"Young man, you jest. I don't know who the employer is. I'm just a middleman delivering a message. If you want to entrust me with a proper task, then entrust me with it. If you don't want to entrust me with a task, then please leave."

Noard replied calmly and politely, then got up to see the person off.

"Oh?"

He Ao smiled and responded without saying anything more. He continued to pull the ring outward little by little. His movements were not continuous. Instead, he would stop slightly after moving a little bit and then continue moving. The intervals between the pauses gradually increased.

This sharp, piercing sound was like a death knell tolling in Noard's heart, slowly leading him toward the end of time.

As Noard watched the pin being pulled out little by little, and looked at Heo's calm face, he realized that the boy in front of him had long since gone mad, and that this madman had come today with the will to die.

If the other party cannot find anyone to retaliate against

They would drag him down with them.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He looked at He Ao, put on a kind expression, and tried to speak, "Young man, you have a long life ahead of you. There's no need for you to associate with an old man like me."

He Ao remained silent, his face still bearing a calm and indifferent smile, as if he didn't care what would happen next.

Accompanying this smile was the increasingly rapid, sharp sound of the pin rubbing against the pin socket.

madman!

Noard cursed inwardly as he looked at Heo. "The person who commissioned you with this task is Slanka, who lives at 1701, 37th Street, Crown District."

What is his relationship with the Anvis Group?

He Ao's hand stopped. At this moment, the other end of the pin was completely inserted into the pin hole. It was just a little bit away from being pulled out.

"He used to be an officer in the security force of the Anvis Electric Group."

Since he had already said it, Noard didn't mind saying a little more.

Who is buying the Corpse Flower?

He asked immediately, giving Noard no time to think.

"It's him too."

Noard said softly.

Does he have any special abilities?

"I don't know about that, but I've heard he's very strong."

"Thank you."

He smiled and nodded at him, then pulled the pin, gently tossed the grenade upwards, grabbed the empty box on the table, and jumped sharply towards the door.

"Get down!"

Noard immediately leaped into the air and rolled away into the distance.

These laser grenades are usually double-safety equipped with a pull ring as one safety measure and a grip as another. Once the pull ring is pulled and the grenade is released from the hand, it will typically explode within 3-4 seconds.

In an instant, everyone in the bar rushed towards the solid walls around them, while those who reacted slower quickly hid behind sturdy tables and chairs.

Noard, covered in dust, rolled behind a specially constructed sturdy wall, leaned against it, and slowly got up, cautiously looking at the grenade that had fallen to the ground.

Time passed slowly, but the grenade still hadn't detonated.

After a long few seconds, or even a dozen seconds, Noard finally realized that something was wrong.

"go"

Noard winked at one of his underlings.

The younger brother shrank back, but still gritted his teeth, picked up his gun, and walked over to the grenade, slowly reaching out to pick it up from the ground.

Then his expression changed, he gently picked up the grenade and shook it, then grabbed both ends of the grenade and twisted it hard, and surprisingly, he opened the grenade directly, scattering white candies all over the ground.

“Boss,” he turned to Noard and showed him the unscrewed grenade in his hand, which contained a few candies. He said cautiously, “it’s a toy.”

Noard was taken aback at first, then slowly emerged from behind the wall, his pace quickening until he could clearly see the grenade in his underling's hand, which had been broken in two.

"Damn it,"