Life Dungeon Game

A somewhat eerie smiling mask that blends light and darkness.

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Nine o'clock in the morning, at a coffee shop outside the West Gate.

A young man wearing a long overcoat and a bowler hat was sitting in the innermost booth, looking down at a simple book.

"Your coffee."

A waitress wearing flesh-colored pantyhose and a blue skirt placed a cup of coffee in front of the young man.

"Thank you."

He Ao nodded slightly.

In a daze, the girl saw half of the young man's profile. She took a deep breath and hugged the tray of coffee to her chest.

"Please feel free to let me know if you need anything."

"OK, thanks."

He Ao nodded slightly and continued to flip through the book in his hands.

The girl held her breath and returned to the front desk with the tray in her arms.

The cashier at the front desk was a young woman with blonde, wavy hair. As the girl approached, she leaned in and asked with a smile, "How was it?"

The girl then

She let out a long sigh of relief, glanced at the young man in the trench coat in the corner, then looked at the smiling cashier, her face flushing pink. "So handsome, even though I didn't see his whole face, he's really handsome."

"Hahaha," the cashier laughed, pointing to her eyes. "See? I didn't lie to you, did I? You have to trust my judgment. Whether someone is handsome or not, I don't look at their face, I can tell just by looking at their movements and physique."

As she spoke, she leaned over the cashier's counter and gestured for the waitress to look at the young man in the corner. "Look at him, he has straight shoulders and a good back. He's probably trained. If he took off his shirt, it would be all muscles."

As she listened, the girl seemed to hear a sound of swallowing saliva, and she looked at the cashier next to her.

The cashier wiped her mouth and continued, "You young girls only care about whether someone is handsome or not. We older folks know that it's the women with good figures who are the real gems."

"Take the lifting position for example. If you don't have strong core muscles, you can't do it. You'll get weak after a while, not to mention other things like hanging upside down..."

"Sister, what are you saying?"

The waitress blushed, picked up the tray, and said, "I'm going to wash the dishes."

"Sigh, young girls are just shy."

The cashier shook her head. She looked at the young man in the corner. Actually, she had vaguely seen his profile when he came in. She felt that his profile looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

Soon, her thoughts shifted to how to strike up a conversation and ask for contact information.

Just then, a light footstep sounded from the entrance of the coffee shop.

A handsome and refined man with short brown hair, a thin mustache on his upper lip, and an upright posture, who looked to be only in his forties, walked in.

He glanced around and quickly spotted the young man sitting in the corner.

"A cup of black coffee."

The middle-aged man put down a banknote and said softly, his voice gentle and magnetic.

The cashier was taken aback. By the time she realized what was happening, the middle-aged man had already walked towards the young man in the trench coat sitting in the corner.

The cashier hurriedly gathered the banknotes on the table, took a few deep breaths, and asked, "Is it the handsome guy having a meeting today?"

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"Hello."

The middle-aged man sat directly opposite the young man.

"Hello."

Hearing his voice, He Ao looked up at him and smiled.

"How's the old foreman doing lately?"

The middle-aged man leaned back in his sofa chair and asked softly.

“Not good,” Heo shrugged. “He said he felt like he was going to die, otherwise he wouldn’t have come to me.”

“You’re quite an interesting kid,” the middle-aged man said, looking at He Ao with a smile. “As the world gets more chaotic, it’s quite reasonable for someone like the old foreman, who’s in the eye of the storm, to say he’s about to die.”

At this moment, the waitress brought over the coffee. The young man nodded his thanks slightly and waited for the waitress to leave. He picked up the coffee and looked at He Ao, "So what did you come to see me for today? If you want me to help you deal with the mayor, then we should call it a day."

"I only heard that the most combat-ready soldiers were those under the 108th Division responsible for garrisoning the southern part of the city."

The 1083rd Brigade, known for its fighting prowess, has already been incorporated into the mining consortium.

He Ao said softly.

"Where did you hear that?"

The middle-aged man's face stiffened.

"Isn't it clearly stated in this magazine?" He Ao placed the small book on the table and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"The bonuses and subsidies for the soldiers of the 1083rd Brigade that were delayed due to procedural issues have all been distributed, while the bonuses for the 1081st and 1082nd Brigades are still stuck in the process."

"The mayor said that he would definitely resolve the procedural issues as soon as possible and pay the overdue bonuses to every soldier. He would never let the soldiers who defend the city suffer losses after shedding blood and sweat."

In the United States, where the internet is highly developed, print magazines are rare, and most people prefer to get information from online forums or short video apps.

However, some urban elites still subscribe to certain print magazines to distinguish themselves from ordinary workers and to establish their identity.

These print magazines thus survived.

To match this special identity, the magazine selects and presents information from a more 'upper-level' perspective, such as municipal government policies, federal news, and various secretive financial group stories.

In fact, all of this information can be found online; it's just that the editorial departments of these magazines have done some in-depth processing and commentary on it.

Of course, He Ao didn't just randomly buy a magazine and get such explosive news.

He first had Eve search the entire city of Rock for online information to identify various intelligence on Commander Wright of the 108th Division, and then bought corresponding magazines based on that intelligence.

Before arriving, He Ao had already roughly determined Commander Wright's personality:

Obeying rules, being well-mannered, and even somewhat old-fashioned.

Although he was dissatisfied with the current mayor's behavior, he would still try his best to restrain himself and avoid conflict between his city defense forces and the city hall.

Although he disliked the current mayor and the cabinet he had formed, he respected the system established by the founders of the Union, respected the position of mayor, and was willing to obey the mayor's orders under reasonable and legal conditions.

"It seems you put a lot of thought into coming here."

The middle-aged man smiled, took a sip of coffee, and put down the cup. He didn't look at the magazine; it wasn't so easy to just buy a magazine that addressed his earlier remarks.

Unless the other party has carefully investigated and researched him and knows his possible responses, they would not specifically buy the corresponding magazine.

This middle-aged man was none other than Wright, the commander of the 108th Division. This morning, he received a call from He Ao and arranged to meet here.

This coffee shop is very old and not doing well. There are no security cameras, and there are no cameras on the street outside that can be seen in front of the coffee shop.

"After all, we have to communicate with a veteran like Commander Wright who has been through many battles."

He Ao put the magazine away.

Wright wasn't stupid; it wasn't difficult for him to guess Heo's behind-the-scenes moves from the magazine.

"Then you should also know that I would not be willing to do anything illegal or disorderly."

Wright stared at Heo.

His gentle gaze turned sharp in an instant, and his spring-like smile vanished in a flash.

In a flash,

He felt a cold and murderous pressure acting on him. He stared at Wright as if he were staring at a ferocious lion that was dozens of times larger than him.

At that moment, He Ao had only one thought in his mind: 'Move recklessly, and you'll die.'

However, he didn't care about this thought at all. He closed the magazine in his hand and chuckled as if nothing had happened.

"But your enemies don't seem prepared to abide by the law; the 1083rd Brigade is just the first, not the last."

"I believe you don't think the mining consortium will stop here. The reason they are now restrained in front of you and even listen to your opinions at times is because of your strength and the soldiers of the 108th Division behind you."

"If one day the soldiers of the 108th Division are no longer standing behind you, do you think the mining conglomerate will still 'respect' your beliefs?"

"interesting,"

Wright took a sip of coffee, and the oppressive aura that had been hanging over He Ao suddenly dissipated. A gentle smile returned to the face of this seemingly mild-mannered general. "Old foreman, you're lucky to have met a successor like you."

He stared intently at He Ao, his gaze deep. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Of course I would not ask you, General, to do anything illegal or disorderly,"

He looked calmly at Wright. "In fact, I am also a law-abiding and good person."

For a moment, Wright almost couldn't keep his smile from spreading across his face.

Your arrest warrant is still on the FBI's website.

However, he managed to maintain his smile and listen attentively, signaling for He to continue.

Something happened today, so I'm not in a good mood.

If there are no problems, I will continue to update tomorrow.

Chapter 382 The Old Foreman is Attacked and His Life is in Danger (Two Chapters Combined)

"I need some information about the mayor. I can't find any information about the mayor online, but I think Commander Wright should have it?"

Heo looked at Wright with a smile.

“I do have it, but only videos and documents from the time the mayoral campaign started. I can share them with you via my private cloud in a bit.”

Wright leaned back on the sofa. "Is this all you asked for?"

These documents were all previously public information, but after the mayor took office, he consciously deleted most of them.

"of course not."

He Ao took a sip of coffee.