Life Dungeon Game

The work that followed was boring.

He coldly sent one person after another on their way, watching them fall into pools of blood, and then using their blood to cross out their names.

When He Ao walked out of the Anvis Building, the list in his hand was mostly covered in blood.

He won't kill people on his own initiative, but he will give others the opportunity to kill him.

Murder is illegal, but self-defense is not.

Are there any kind people who wouldn't lay a hand on him?

Unfortunately, no.

Or rather, there are no people who can make it onto this list.

They all had better options, but without exception, they all chose to seize every opportunity to kill Heo.

It's a habit, an unchangeable habit.

The habit of regarding life as dust.

Of course, they died with great fear and resentment.

However, He Ao did not simply kill people; he also asked for information, the most important thing being to confirm the authenticity of the list.

After several people confirmed with each other, He Ao was basically certain that there were no problems with the list.

Perhaps it was confidence, or perhaps it was the belief that Heo wouldn't be of any use with the list, but Keeley didn't lie to him.

After leaving the Anvis Building, Heo hailed a taxi and headed to the Crown District.

Throughout the entire process, He Ao acted with composure, opening and closing doors gracefully, and finally leaving the hall with ease.

The Anvis Building had a high level of security, but no one was aware of what had happened.

Firstly, because of the short timeframe, He Ao acted very quickly; secondly, because this was somewhat beyond everyone's comprehension.

He eliminated the conglomerate's CEO and numerous executives at the conglomerate's headquarters, then calmly left.

Even if this were to actually happen, some people would feel like they're dreaming.

No sooner had He Ao left than his secretary discovered a senior executive lying in a pool of blood.

Immediately afterwards, one corpse after another was exposed to the crowd.

To everyone's horror, Kiley, the actual head of the Anvis Group, was dead.

The Anvis Building was immediately sealed off, and everyone was forced to undergo questioning.

At this moment, He Ao had reached the edge of the Crown District and was walking under a lush grove of trees.

This is the true affluent area of ​​the Crown District, a lush villa district built amidst a steel jungle.

This place is home to the heads of famous conglomerates in Dawn City, as well as political figures and celebrities.

Mayor Vent's estate is also located here.

He Ao stopped in front of a villa and gently rang the doorbell.

He felt very calm.

Is the killing over?

No, this is just the beginning.

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Chapter 178 The Last White on the List (Please Subscribe, Favorite, and Monthly Subscription)

The Morning Light Daily, one of the oldest and most famous newspapers in the Federation, has dozens of websites and more than a dozen subsidiary newspapers.

It wields immense influence in Dawn City and even throughout the entire Federation.

The Morning Light Daily building is not tall, and the entire building features a glass curtain wall design. The design of this building, which was built seventy or eighty years ago, still looks quite avant-garde today.

In fact, this is the thirteenth time that the Morning Light Daily has rebuilt its building. Every brick and tile of this centuries-old newspaper office exudes the spirit of the times.

The Morning Post was known for its fearlessness in exposing scandals involving several federal presidents.

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Jessie walked to the editor-in-chief's office and gently knocked on the door.

She held a storage chip in her hand, her face filled with indescribable indignation.

"Please come in."

A gentle voice came from the office.

Jessie pushed open the office door and went inside.

The office was simply decorated, with only a wall full of books and a neat desk, where a refined-looking middle-aged man was sitting.

This is Eisenwell, the editor-in-chief of the daily news section of the Morning Light Daily.

"Jassie, is something the matter?"

Eisenwell looked at Jessie with a puzzled expression. He knew this young girl who had just started her internship in their section.

Because of its long history and good reputation, Morning Light Daily accepts a large number of students for internships every year.

They call it an internship, but it's really just a way to get some prestige. Essenwell is unlikely to actually assign them any hard or tiring work.

After all, those who can intern here are generally not ordinary people. For example, Jessie in front of me is the daughter of an inspector at the Crown District Police Station.

However, Eisenwell still liked Jessie quite a bit because he saw his younger self in her: righteous, passionate, and hardworking.

“Mr. Eisenwell, I have big news that we cannot fail to report.”

However, Jessie was not as calm as before this time. She walked angrily to Eisenwell's desk and slammed the chip in her hand onto the desk.

The girl gritted her teeth and glared at the editor-in-chief, "They're utterly disregarding human life!"

"Don't rush, don't rush," Eisenwell said, picking up the memory chip from the table and pressing the automatic door-closing button to shut the office door shut, separating the inside from the outside. "Rushing won't solve anything."

He inserted the storage chip into the computer's card reader, "Let me see what's going on."

The computer started displaying some data.

Eisenwell began to read the document quietly, and as he continued reading, his expression gradually became more subdued.

Finally, he pulled out the storage chip.

He originally thought this was just big news for kids, but now it seems that the news is a bit too big.

He looked at Jessie and said softly, "I can't make this decision myself; I need to discuss it with the editor-in-chief."

“What’s there to discuss?” Jessie said, somewhat angrily. She sensed something was wrong, her small chest heaving. “All the evidence here…”

We have the evidence, so we should expose these bastards and make them pay for their actions.

“Jassie, you can’t be so reckless,” Eisenwell said calmly after a moment of silence. “Anvis Group has two seats on the board of directors of the Morning Daily.”

Jessie paused, staring blankly at Eisenwell. After a moment, she lowered her head and asked softly, "So, the report won't be published?"

Looking at the girl, Eisenwell seemed to see himself again, a time when his passion had been extinguished.

He didn't answer.

But Jessie seemed to understand. She reached out and took the chip from the table, then silently walked out of the room.

A moment later, she pushed open the office door again and slammed a resignation letter in front of Eisenwell.

She didn't say a word throughout the entire process, her face just turned bright red, and she didn't even look up at Eisenwell again.

"Wait a moment,"

Just as she was about to leave, Eisenwell suddenly called her back and handed her a business card, saying, "Perhaps you can contact them."

Jessie looked down at the business card in her hand.

Editor-in-Chief of Yinuo Media

[Joseph Searle (Professor)]

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Ino Media Building

Christos pushed open the door to the corner office, where he was greeted by a floor full of mechanical parts and a series of haphazardly arranged display screens that covered almost the entire wall.

At this moment, different codes are flashing rapidly across these screens.

"Is something wrong?"

A small silver head popped out from the pile of mainframes, looking at Christos with a puzzled expression.

Behind her, several robotic arms were being embedded into different host machines, rapidly transmitting instructions to them.

"These are the extraordinary materials you asked me to find."

Christos reached in from outside the door with his other hand, carrying a metal box, and placed it on the doorway.

"Thank you."

The silver-haired girl nodded slightly, then turned back to stare at the flickering screen.

"Approximately how long will it take?"

Christos watched the code on the screen constantly changing.

"It's all done."

The silver-haired girl looked at Christos with a puzzled expression.

"Then what are these?"

Christos stared at the flashing code on the screen, somewhat bewildered.

"Oh," the silver-haired girl casually tapped the keyboard in front of her, and all the code on the screen disappeared at the same time, replaced by a computer desktop filled with various icons.

"That's a screensaver animation."

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