Life Dungeon Game

Noard spat, snatched the submachine gun from the man in black beside him, and rushed out of the bar.

There weren't many pedestrians on the road anymore. He glanced around but didn't see He Ao. Then he pointed to the sky...

The shuttle startled the people around, who scattered and screamed.

"Boss," the tall man in black also ran out and walked to Noard's side, "what do we do?"

"Search! He can't have gone far. Call everyone and search the surrounding blocks. If you see him, don't hesitate, just shoot him dead, riddle him with bullets! I want this little bastard to know what the price of deceiving me is!"

Noard cursed through gritted teeth.

Having spent decades in the underworld, he's been outmaneuvered by a young upstart. If word gets out, he'll likely become the laughingstock of the entire Aston District.

As he spoke, he raised his gun and fired another burst at the empty street in front of him.

The stray bullets seemed to have taken away some of his anger, making him feel a little better for a short time.

boom--

Just then, a jet-black, olive-shaped object rolled down to his feet.

Noard stared blankly at the object at his feet—a pitch-black laser grenade. His brain seemed to freeze for a moment, and the first thought that came to mind was…

Is this yet another toy?

"Boss, run!"

However, the man in black beside him seemed to realize what was happening and grabbed Noard, trying to rush into the bar.

But it was too late. A flashing red light accompanied by a piercing alarm sounded in an instant.

In a secluded alley not far from Noard, Heo straightened his clothes, turned around, and walked deeper into the alley.

A dazzling burst of light suddenly exploded, instantly obscuring the morning sunlight.

That toy grenade was the first toy Heo bought from the vendor last night; he didn't initially intend to kill Noard.

It is illegal to intentionally kill someone.

However, retaliating when attacked by others does not count.

That was legitimate self-defense.

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Chapter 156 Go Take a Shower First (Long Chapter, Please Subscribe and Add to Favorites)

The night is already deep.

As the earliest established district in Dawn City, the streets of Crown District are arranged in a regular chessboard pattern, following standard north-south and east-west directions.

Roads running east-west are called 'streets', and roads running north-south are called 'roads'.

Then each street was named in the order it was built.

For example, the 37th Street that Heo was going to was right behind the 36th Street.

Of course, some streets may not be arranged strictly according to the east-west and north-south directions due to some accidents during construction, but the streets of the entire Crown District are generally arranged in a grid pattern.

These streets crisscross, dividing the crown into small squares.

These small squares, one or several of which are combined to form a larger area, are called a block.

Of course, not all streets are arranged in strict numerical order. Some streets have their names changed because of the presence of certain celebrities.

Some of these celebrities made outstanding contributions to the Federation, while others made great sacrifices for Dawn City; they are the kind of people who deserve a separate chapter in history books.

However, having a street with its own name in Dawn City is even more difficult than making a name for oneself in history. Eight hundred years have passed, and only a few dozen streets in the entire Dawn City have had their names changed, while only a few in Crown District.

Because renaming a street requires not only nomination from the Chenxi Municipal Government, but also approval from over 90% of the residents around the street, and the residents of Wangguan District are notoriously picky, it is a particularly troublesome matter.

Ultimately, those who leave their mark in the Crown District are those with illustrious historical reputations. For example, the First Street in the Crown District was renamed Ellens Street in honor of Ellenska, the first mayor of Dawn City. Ellenska was Ellenska's nickname.

This knowledge comes from Joey's memory. In his spare time, he likes to read various books in the school library to enrich his experience.

This is important because some good private universities not only require good grades, but also strong personal qualities. After students pass the score line, they also need to be interviewed and submit social practice materials.

Joey's family background inevitably meant that he couldn't find good social practice jobs, so he could only read more books to improve his performance in interviews.

Of course, these are no longer of any use.

He Ao strolled slowly down the brightly lit street.

To get to 37th Street, you have to go through Eighth Avenue in the Crown District, which is the very center of the Crown District and the city center of Dawn City.

Along the way, bustling shops lined the streets, displaying a dazzling array of exquisite goods.

The dazzling lights shone on the passersby.

The man was handsome and tall, dressed in well-matched clothes, while the woman was beautiful and charming, with exquisite and gorgeous makeup.

They walked along the busiest street in Dawn City, passing by brightly lit shops, each face beaming with a confident and satisfied smile.

They were proud of this bustling metropolis, as if the city belonged to them.

At the height of his fame, Roy was one of these people.

He raised his hand to his face

The mask stopped in front of a huge shop on the street corner. The shop was vast, with two floors, but it had relatively few goods. There was only a display stand for goods every few meters.

Closest to He Ao was a small handbag near the shop window, about 25-26 centimeters long and 11-12 centimeters wide. The tag on the item read...

[Rugged Leather Handbag]

[Rouse Cullen]

[45, Federal Currency]

Rolls-Callen is the brand name, and the handbag also features a large Rolls-Callen logo with the abbreviation 'LK'.

Forty-five thousand federal dollars, well, that's about 1.3 times Joey's total assets excluding the house.

He Ao carried his suitcase, tightened his coat, and walked through the dazzling lights.

The jacket he was wearing was a discounted item that Joey's mother bought last spring/summer for federal dollars.

The pants were basic style pants that her parents bought from a fast-fashion brand store a month before the accident, in Federal Dollars.

Although these pants weren't particularly attractive, they were very popular because they were cheap and of good quality, and the shelves were usually empty. My mother managed to find out the arrival date of this batch of pants in advance by cultivating a good relationship with the sales staff. That morning, she got up very early and went to buy the pants.

Of course, in terms of price, the luxury combat suit that Heo is wearing inside is far more expensive than this small handbag.

He turned his gaze away from the bustling shops and quickly crossed the noisy streets, arriving at 37th Street.

Here, the brightly lit shops have largely disappeared, and bright streetlights illuminate the sidewalks. Many less towering buildings stand interspersed with magnificent skyscrapers.

Although 37th Street is just one street away from Eighth Avenue, its location near the city center of Dawn City still results in shockingly high property prices.

He Ao turned on his wristband and, following the navigation, quickly found number 175.

This is a lavishly decorated, towering luxury apartment building.

It looks like a luxury mansion in the city center.

He walked toward the building.

Beyond the building's revolving doors lies a crescent-shaped reception desk, where two young women in standard blue and white uniforms, their legs encased in semi-transparent black stockings, sit behind it.

Behind them were thick walls.

The first floor will naturally not have just one reception desk. The main entrance and reception desk are only a small part. Most of the first to third floors of such luxury residential buildings will be converted into luxury clubhouses to meet the needs of owners for business negotiations, leisure and entertainment, and other needs.

"Hello, are you a visitor?"

Upon seeing He Ao walk in, both receptionists stood up simultaneously. The one on the left, who was slightly plump, asked softly.

“Okay,” He Ao nodded and placed the box on the front desk. “I’m looking for Mr. Slanka in room 1701 to deliver something. Could you please contact him for me?”

The pretext this time was still to deliver corpse flowers. Heo planned to send corpse flowers to Slanka under the guise of being one of Noard's men.

Noard and his confidants had just died, and at this moment his underlings should still be fighting amongst themselves over the inheritance. They wouldn't have had time to notify Noard's employer, especially since most of these underlings probably didn't have any information about Noard's employer.

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As is customary in the Aston area, these underlings don't care about Noard's employers at all.

In other words, Slanka is most likely unaware that his information has been leaked.

To better conceal the deception, He Ao even went back to retrieve two corpse flowers and put them in a box for Slanka to inspect.

Of course, if this method doesn't work, he has a second option: his luxurious combat suit has a glider, so he can walk across the building next door, though it's a bit more dangerous.

However, after He Ao spoke, the two receptionists didn't seem surprised. They nodded knowingly and, without even asking He Ao to remove his mask to verify his identity, whispered to him,

“Mr. Slanka has already told us that you can go directly to elevator number two, enter the temporary security code 1331, and you can go directly to the seventeenth floor. Mr. Slanka’s family lives on the seventeenth floor, so you can just knock on the door.”

As she spoke, the receptionist on the left pointed to the location of elevator number two.

He Ao was a little confused. "Is this... all it takes?"

So simple?

"Yes, you can go straight up."

The receptionist's smile was impeccable.

He picked up the box with suspicion and headed towards elevator number two.

After he entered the security code in front of the elevator and entered, the two receptionists slowly sat back down.

"Did you see that?" The slender receptionist on the right suddenly patted the hand of the receptionist on the left. "That guy just now, those eyes, sickly and a little crazy, so handsome! Is this the legendary yandere? It really appeals to my taste."

"I saw it."

The receptionist on the left rubbed her stiff facial muscles. "He is indeed handsome. Okay, stop being so lustful. Someone like him could probably earn more in one night than you make four weeks' salary. You can't afford him, and he might not even like women."

"Sigh," the receptionist on the right said, propping her chin on her hand, "How could such a handsome young man do something like this?"

"Making money," the receptionist on the left said, reaching up to pull at her stockings to cover the ones that were already snagged. "Even with all this posing, we don't seem to be doing any better than others."

"Ugh."

The receptionist on the right propped her face up with her hand and remained silent.