Life Dungeon Game

"I heard someone paid you to participate in the march? How much did they get paid?"

The rewilder wearing a gold ring lit a cigarette and handed one to York.

“Just go around and you’ve got two hundred,” York chuckled, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “I’ve never made money this easily before. But those organizers must be taking a cut. Damn it, why are all the profitable deals being snatched up by others?”

"Yes."

The gold-ringed wilderness hunter sighed as well, then asked softly, "Speaking of which, have you found a new target lately?"

"Isn't that what I was just about to tell you?" York raised an eyebrow, glancing at the hotel ahead.

“I saw a big fish yesterday. It was obviously one of the more important people among the homeless, someone who had fled here.”

He's probably carrying a lot of money and staying at the hotel up ahead. I certainly wouldn't dare take this opportunity for myself. Go back and ask Boss Hank if he's free; I've been staking out the area for the past few days.”

"Are you too scared to eat alone, kid?"

The gold-ringed wilderness hunter chuckled, "You little brat, you're here to prove your loyalty by following the boss."

“Look at what you’re saying,” York sighed. “Things haven’t been going well lately, and I’m just looking for a big tree to shelter under.”

"You're a smart kid. Boss Hank is one of the top wilderness hunters in Dawn City," the gold-ringed wilderness hunter said, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"The boss has some things to take care of these two days. Keep an eye on things for now. Once he's done, he should have time to deal with these two. But anyone who has a position in the wilderness is no pushover. Be careful."

"A bunch of savages, how much skill could they possibly have? It's just a matter of one shot."

York chuckled, then frowned and asked softly, "Is Boss Hank still busy? Are those wilderness wanderers still not behaving themselves?"

"There are a few stubborn ones who have been starving for five days and are almost docile. The factory wants people who are obedient. There's no other way. Although this job pays well, it's not easy."

The gold-ringed wilderness hunter shook his head. "Alright, I'll go back and talk to the boss about your situation. You can just stay put and wait for news."

"Row!"

The two waved goodbye to each other.

As the Gold Ring Wilderness Hunter's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, York, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, turned and walked in the opposite direction from the Gold Ring Wilderness Hunter.

He had only taken a few steps when, as he passed a dark alley, he was startled to find a thin-faced man in a leather coat leaning against the wall on one side of the alley, quietly waiting for him.

He was taken aback at first, then laughed and said, "You heard everything?"

He Ao leaned against the wall without saying a word.

"I originally wanted to use you as a pledge of loyalty, but it seems I'm not so lucky; you just happened to run into me."

York chuckled. "But it doesn't matter. I'll kill you, then go and kidnap that little girl. By then, the money will be in my hands, and I can turn to anyone I want."

He pulled a white pistol from his pocket and pointed it at He Ao.

"You've probably heard the 'rule' against indiscriminate killing in the city, but unfortunately, different parts of the city have different rules. This is Ah..."

In the St. Johns district, if a wanderer dies in the wilderness, nobody will care.

He put his index finger on the trigger, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Do you know this thing? It's called a Gauss gun. It can shatter half of your body in one shot."

"Farewell, barbarian."

puff--

With a crisp sound, the sharp scimitar pierced York's chest, its pointed tip emerging from his back.

Bright red blood flowed silently down the blade of the scimitar.

He drew his scimitar, and York froze, falling straight down in the dark alley.

In the Aston area, if a wilderness hunter dies, nobody cares.

This is why He Ao chose a hotel located in the Aston area.

He raised his scimitar, the dazzling neon lights reflecting off the blade in a kaleidoscope of colors.

He Ao quietly looked at the blade. This scimitar was made by Ronald at great expense and had been in use all along, but after the battle with the bitter ape, it had become somewhat dull.

While dealing with ordinary people is still quite easy, it might be a bit overwhelmed when facing more advanced combat or more robust alloy materials.

Just then, He Ao's bracelet vibrated.

Penny sent me a shared location.

While Heo was dealing with York, Penny had already quietly followed the gold-ringed wilderness hunter.

Penny is highly talented and is one of the best hunters among the new generation in the camp. Although she is a little unstable right now, she is more than capable of carrying out a simple tracking mission.

He Ao sheathed his scimitar, walked out of the alley, and chased after the location Penny had pinpointed.

He originally asked Penny to deal with the people while he handled York himself, because he thought that York was so arrogant and might have some trump card that Penny might not be able to handle.

This arrangement was made just to be on the safe side.

Now it seems, this York.

He was very confident.

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Tick-tock—tick-tock—

In a cold, gloomy corner, drops of water fell onto the old cement floor.

The woman, with dry hair and parched lips, curled up slightly, and streaks of light spread across her weak cheeks.

She looked up, staring blankly at the source of the light.

There, several burly men were drinking and eating roast chicken, with bright ceiling lights shining dazzlingly above them.

Between the light and the shadow, a thick iron fence draws a cold boundary.

The roasted chicken, its skin perfectly browned and glistening under the light, emitted an enticing sheen, and a rich aroma wafted into the woman's nostrils through the gaps in the fence.

She looked at the glistening roast chicken.

His throat tightened, and he swallowed hard.

One of the burly men who was eating roast chicken seemed to notice that she was staring at them.

He laughed, tore off a huge chicken leg, walked to the fence, and shook it. "How about it? Want some?"

The woman looked at the chicken leg and subconsciously opened her mouth slightly. As she moved, her chapped lips were torn open, causing a slight pain.

But in the end, she shut her mouth, turned her head away, and refused to look at the chicken leg.

She then saw the faces of other people—people who, like herself, were frail and huddled in the room.

Everyone's eyes were on that chicken leg.

"Haha, what are you all holding on to here?" the burly man laughed.

"As long as you behave yourself and work in the factory, where food and lodging are provided and there are no ferocious beasts, isn't that better than living in the wilderness? When you first came here, didn't you also want to work in the factory with us?"

Yes, the old man who ran out earlier told you that the factory was dangerous and that you might die. Well, that's a possibility, and it's also possible that you won't die, right?

Think about it, do you think you wouldn't die in the wilderness? You might not only die, but you might also go hungry. But you won't go hungry in the factory. As long as you work honestly, the chances of dying are still very low.

Besides, if you don't behave yourselves, you'll probably starve to death soon.

"You make it sound so good, why don't you go yourself?"

A weak voice came from the crowd.

"Doesn't this make me look kind?"

The burly man chuckled, put the chicken leg to his mouth, bit off a large piece of meat, and chewed it with his mouth full of oil.

Then he stood up and went back to his seat.

"Boss, are we just going to keep stalling like this?"

A henchman at the table asked in a low voice, "I heard that the hunter team next door has already taken their third group to the factory. Now all they have to do is lie in bed and count their money every day."

“It’s alright,” the burly man chuckled. “I’ve already discussed it with the factory. Tomorrow, we’ll feed them a little and then take them to work. The wages might be a bit lower. They’re unwilling to cooperate with us properly, so we’ll have to make them cooperate with the whips.”

He didn't lower his voice when he said this, and the people locked in the corner heard him, causing a slight commotion in the corner.

But they were so hungry that they had no strength left, no ability to resist, and no strength to even cause a disturbance.

Just then, the sound of a door opening came from afar, and a man with a cigarette in his mouth and wearing various pieces of jewelry walked in.

"Boss, I'm back."

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Chapter 290 'Acquaintance'? (Please add to your favorites, subscribe, and vote with monthly tickets)

Have any new wilderness wanderers come in from outside?

Hank, eating a chicken leg, turned his back to the man who entered and asked softly.

"There were one or two groups that came in, but they were all taken away by other hunter teams,"

The man, who was wearing various pieces of jewelry, quickly took them off and carefully placed them into a small box next to him. He then said softly, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, "We were a step too late when we arrived."

However, Boss Hank, that lone wolf York, brought a message: apparently, a man and a woman, who seem to be of high status among the wilderness wanderers, have entered the city and appear to be quite wealthy.

"York, wasn't that kid incredibly arrogant?" The burly Hank tore off the last piece of meat from the chicken leg. "Didn't he always claim he could manage on his own?"

"You know him, he's incredibly arrogant when he meets someone weaker than him, but he'll fawn over someone stronger than him. He usually just uses his Gauss gun to bully lone wilderness wanderers who don't have advanced weapons from a distance."

He was lucky he didn't encounter a well-organized, well-equipped wilderness nomad family or camp, otherwise he would have been dead long ago. Besides, everyone's been having a tough time lately.”

The man clicked his tongue. "There are fewer people buying fur now. The companies that used to buy fur from him are no longer buying on a large scale. He can only come to us to see if he can cling to our coattails and beg for a living."

He moved quickly, and in no time he had taken off all the jewelry and carefully put it into the box, without making a sound.

"We don't have that many sales channels to allocate to him, but we can bring him in to do new business,"

Hank sucked on the chicken leg bone in his hand, sucking every last bit of meat clean. At that moment, the man with a cigarette who had just entered behind him finally put the last piece of jewelry into the small box.