Life Dungeon Game

He stopped in front of the folding ladder.

The ladder was new, without a speck of dust on it.

His gaze finally settled on a corner of the ladder, where there was a tiny bit of crimson stain.

He bent down and ran his fingertips across the crimson stain.

It was dried blood.

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"You're not dead?"

Aaron frowned as he stared at the silver-haired old man before him.

The researchers around stared blankly at the scene, instinctively backing away.

"I remember I used to teach you martial arts."

He patted the dust off his clothes and, leaning on his cane, walked step by step toward Aaron.

“Yes,” Aaron tilted his head, took off his coat, and threw it aside, “Then I’ll personally see you off.”

Two short knives popped out of his sleeves, and he leaped forward like a swift cheetah charging towards Heo.

There are sophisticated instruments everywhere here; you can't fire your gun.

But even without firing a shot, he was confident he could kill the old man.

“I told you,” He Ao said, dodging the two flying daggers, “I taught you your fighting skills.”

“Old man,” Aaron said, his short knife shifting from a slash to a sweep, the sharp blade sweeping up and down toward Heo’s neck and lower body, “people do grow.”

"Oh."

He leaned back, dodging the blow from above, and then slightly tilted his cane to block the downward sweeping blade.

At the same time, he punched Aaron in the open stomach with his free hand.

Aaron's face twitched, and he was sent flying backward, crashing face down on the ground.

The entire battle lasted less than a few seconds, and He Ao didn't even move from his spot.

"Twenty-four years," He Ao said, leaning on his cane as he walked step by step toward Aaron, who had fallen to the ground. "Your fighting skills have not improved at all. You have strength but nothing else. It seems that your martial arts talent is indeed not high."

"You broke that limit?!"

Aaron looked up and stared at Heo in surprise.

At the same time, the lower end of the hilt of the short knife in his right hand was slightly open, revealing a pitch-black gun muzzle.

The gun barrel slowly pointed at He Ao.

click -

"hiss"

Aaron suddenly gasped.

The wooden cane came crashing down, snapping his right hand in one blow.

Then, with a slight tilt of the cane, it broke his left hand.

Then Heo slowly walked to Aaron's legs and broke them.

"what!!!"

Aaron could no longer hold back and cried out in pain.

He Ao did not kill him, but only broke his hands and feet.

During this process, the short knife slashed and cut his wrist because the cane struck his arm.

Bright red blood, mixed with a hint of dark fluorescence, trickled down his wrist, and Aaron watched the flowing blood, but could do nothing about it.

He knew that Heo wanted to torture him.

“Old man, if you have the guts, kill me right now,” Aaron shouted in pain. “Do you know that I was the one who arranged the gang dispute that broke your leg the second time back then?”

"Kill me! Naja will be back soon, and you'll be with me then!"

He ignored him and instead walked step by step with his cane to the huge transparent dome, staring at the 'cage' hanging in mid-air.

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Chapter 86 Heroes Never Die (Please add to your favorites, read further, and vote with monthly tickets)

The strange beast is indeed here.

He glanced at the red and black lizard, then turned his gaze to the researcher beside him.

It all happened so fast.

Before the researchers could even react, Aaron's arms and legs were broken. To them, blood flowed from the wrists of this previously imposing man, staining the clean floor in a horrifying contrast.

To maintain secrecy, Najjah confiscated all the researchers' devices that could connect them to the outside world.

In fact, most of them were "invited" to this laboratory by Najah's people.

They were under house arrest here and were 'working', so naturally they harbored resentment towards Naja and Aaron and longed to regain their freedom, but the scene before them was just too exciting.

As He Ao's gaze fell upon them, they instinctively took a few steps back.

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“Actually…” He Ao said, leaning on his cane, “I am a law-abiding and good person.”

Aaron's blood splattered on him had not yet dried.

The researchers were so frightened that they huddled even further back.

He Ao's gaze swept over the researchers, lingering on a few figures with their heads down.

He leaped lightly into the crowd, like an eagle landing among chickens, and then five people were thrown out.

Some of them were genuine researchers, while others were gang members with a menacing air about them. Unlike the others, they all carried communication devices and were Naja's men.

He Ao casually picked up the equipment from their hands, crushed it to pieces, and then glanced at the five people, selecting the researcher who looked like the leader.

He lifted the man up and walked him to the huge dome. "Are you in charge here?"

“Yes, yes,” the researcher answered tremblingly as He Ao lifted him up like a chick, “I’m in charge of the research here.”

"Where is the device Naja installed to kill the monsters?"

He Ao asked directly.

Naja is a very controlling person. He likes to control everything. Monsters are such dangerous things that if they get out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, he has probably set up devices that can kill monsters directly.

He Ao hadn't expected the strange beast to exist in this form; it was beyond his expectations. But opportunities are always fleeting.

Of course, although he couldn't be sure if such a device existed to kill alien beasts, he didn't ask if it existed, but instead asked where it was.

Asking hypothetical questions as if they were already established is itself a form of interrogation.

Of course, salespeople also use this approach. Most salespeople will ask customers 'What do you want to buy?' rather than 'Do you want to buy?'

This has a slightly 'deceptive' element to it.

The researcher was startled when He Ao asked the question with such certainty. In his panic, he thought that He Ao had already taken control of the laboratory's secrets, since only he and Naja knew that the laboratory had a destruction device.

He Ao looked at his panicked eyes and understood the gist of it.

He moved the researcher next to Aaron, who was still struggling, and made him face Aaron, whose clothes were already stained with blood.

"Useless trash, don't say it."

Aaron spat, "He's no match for the boss."

"You said it yourself, the boss will still make you wish you were never born... mmm..."

With a twist of his foot, Heo flicked the handle of the short knife with the muzzle attached and shoved it into Aaron's mouth.

“There it is,” the researcher said, looking down and pointing sharply at the equipment beside him. “There’s a button in that locked cabinet.”

He walked directly to the cabinet, tore open the door, and a button requiring biometric verification appeared in front of him.

He put the researcher on the ground and gestured for the researcher to come forward.

The researcher glanced timidly at He Ao, then reached out and pressed the button.

"Biovalidation successful, initiating the process."

A synthesized, intelligent female voice came from the instrument.

He Ao shifted his gaze to the red and black beast in the huge iron cage under the transparent dome.

The beast showed no reaction; its body rose and fell slightly as it slept soundly.

He knew this mission wouldn't end so easily.

clap clap-

A round of applause came from behind. "Old classmate, you've really impressed me."

He Ao turned around, leaning on his cane, and smiled. "Aren't you one too?"

-

FBI Building

"I'm sorry, we may not be able to handle this matter. This is an internal issue of Dawn City and is not within the jurisdiction of our FBI."

A brown-haired woman in a business suit and pencil skirt slowly placed a cup of coffee on Egarie's desk.

"Aren't they going to do anything about the strange beasts?"

Ekateri lost her composure. "Aren't the wilderness and alien beasts also within the FBI's jurisdiction?"

“But you can’t provide concrete evidence to prove the existence of the beasts,” the brown-haired woman gave Icarus a formulaic smile. “So,”

She slowly stood up, picked up the tablet computer on the table, and said, "I'm sorry."

“I…” Ekaterie opened her mouth, but no words came out. Although she had already anticipated the FBI’s attitude, when this attitude was actually presented to her, she still felt a tightness in her chest. She couldn’t help but question, “Aren’t you supposed to be upholding the law and justice?”