Life Dungeon Game

The Green Olive neighborhood is home to a large number of people, and if you act during the day, it's hard not to get ordinary people who have nothing to do with the matter involved.

Following He Ao's gaze, Jiaxi also spotted the small building.

The grandfather and grandson continued forward, approaching the source of the light.

"What are those two doing over there?"

Before He and Ao even reached the 'small building,' a loud shout came from inside.

Only then did He Ao realize that it wasn't a building, but an open parasol, under which sat five gang members dressed in brightly colored clothes and with fierce expressions.

Based on their relative distance from He Ao, the five people were seated in a three-in-the-front, two-in-the-back arrangement.

"Find someone."

He Ao's body gradually approached the large umbrella.

The five people under the umbrella also spotted He Ao.

Looking at the combination of the old man and the young man, their previously tense bodies visibly relaxed.

"It's the middle of the night, and there are still old men taking children out for a stroll."

A man with a rooster-comb-like hairstyle sitting to the right of He Ao looked at him and laughed loudly, "You really have a death wish."

"Old man, do you know the rules?"

The man sitting to the left in front glanced at He Ao's formal attire and smiled.

"One hundred and twenty federal dollars in protection money?"

He Ao, holding a half-eaten vanilla ice cream, asked in a hoarse voice.

"Oh, someone who knows their stuff?"

The man on the left in the back row glanced at He Ao with some surprise.

"What do you know?"

The man sitting directly in front of He Ao stood up abruptly. He looked at He Ao's formal attire and said, "Old man, the crazy old woman at the ice cream shop at the intersection told you it was 120 Federal Dollars, right? That's not the rule anymore. The rule has changed. It's 1,000!"

He paused for a moment, then glanced at Jiaxi standing next to He Ao. "One thousand each."

"You guys change your rules so easily?"

Jiaxi took a bite of ice cream, put one hand on her hip, and looked at the man in a childish voice.

"Hey kid, do you see anyone else around here?"

The man chuckled and continued looking at He Ao, "Now, what we say is the rule."

The other four people beside him also stood up.

He Ao glanced at the man.

He knew this guy didn't seem to want to let him go.

Typically, such arbitrary extortion is followed by murder for financial gain.

Human greed is insatiable.

Especially in such a dark and unsupervised environment.

The wind of the silent night carried an icy chill, brushing against everyone's hair.

Why do you call that ice cream shop owner a "crazy woman"?

He asked calmly.

"You old man, you still care about that crazy woman? Are you out of your mind?"

The man standing in front of He Ao laughed loudly again, and his companions around him also burst into laughter.

Jiaxi, who was eating ice cream nearby, looked up at the man but didn't say anything.

"Since you care about me so much, I'll tell you."

The man laughed and said, "That crazy woman used to have a son who disappeared while working in the neighborhood. She thought the gangs in the neighborhood killed her son, so..."

Open a shop at the entrance of the neighborhood and persuade everyone who wants to enter the neighborhood to go back.

"If it weren't for the fact that this crazy woman has a good relationship with those idiots in the neighborhood and is well-informed, always running away as fast as a mouse, we would have shot this annoying crazy woman and sent her to see her son long ago."

At this point, he stopped laughing and looked at the ice cream in He Ao's hand.

"The ice cream in your hand hasn't melted yet. That crazy woman looks like she'll still be running her shop tonight. After I take care of you, I'll go kill that crazy woman and hang her body at the street corner. That would be really interesting."

"So that some people won't always be thinking of secretly sending messages to this crazy woman behind our backs."

"So your gang killed her son?"

He Ao stared at him calmly, expressionless.

"Of course..."

The man looked at He Ao and sneered, "It's us~ Who told his unlucky son to wander around the neighborhood alone?"

As he spoke, he raised his head and walked step by step toward He Ao. "Of course, we are also following the boss's orders. Our boss likes lone wolves, like old man like you."

He blinked and drew a fine steel dagger from his waist. "We've talked to you for so long, shouldn't we each get a thousand for our hard work?"

"You charge for chatting, so you have part-time jobs in nightclubs?"

He Ao calmly watched them. Leaning on his cane, he gestured with his other hand for Jiaxi to cover her ears before continuing, "Do you also work as prostitutes?"

The man's expression changed. He raised the dagger in his hand, twirling it in a flourish. "Old man, some people used to be very eloquent, but since they lost their tongues, they can't speak anymore. I'm giving you one last chance. Hand over all your money, or else..."

He glanced at Jiaxi next to He Ao and said, "Your little one looks to be the right age."

He Ao's usually calm face fell for the first time. He stared at the man, his voice hoarse, "I usually don't let little kids play with the uncles who work as prostitutes in nightclubs."

"Old man, you're asking for it."

The man lunged forward, thrusting his knife toward He Ao's neck.

Just then, Jiaxi let go of her hands covering her ears, grabbed He Ao's right hand that was holding the cane, and used it as support to leap up, supporting her entire body horizontally with one arm, and kicked the man who was lunging at her in the stomach.

The man didn't react in time and was kicked away, his body crashing into the central pole of the large umbrella, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

"The old man, he even knows martial arts,"

The man who was coughing up blood watched as Jiaxi released her grip on He Ao's cane and fell back to the ground. He grinned maliciously, "But times have changed!"

At that very moment, the other four men suddenly pulled out pistols from their pockets.

They hadn't fired before to avoid damaging He's formal attire, since it could very well become 'theirs' soon, but now they couldn't care less.

As the four men raised their guns, He Ao took a step forward and his figure suddenly disappeared.

His cane hooked onto the wrist of the gang member on the far left, locking his arm, and with a sudden flick, sent the gang member flying, crashing into two other gang members nearby.

The three of them flew out together and crashed into the wall in the corner.

At the same time, He Ao raised his cane and looked at the last person who was still standing and pointing his gun at him.

boom--

The wooden cane, like an illusory shadow, swept across the hazy light and struck the man's neck.

click -

With an extremely faint sound, the man's cervical spine was shattered by the powerful force, and his body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

He Ao looked at the man vomiting blood, his gaze calm.

"The times haven't changed."

At the same time, he stepped on the dagger on the ground with his toes and suddenly exerted force.

A sharp dagger slashed through the night, shooting out with a piercing sound.

At that moment, behind He Ao, the gang member who had just been grabbed by the wrist and thrown out by He Ao, knocking two of his companions away, but whose injuries were less severe, sat up from the ground because of the two companions acting as cushions.

He picked up the pistol from the ground and aimed it at Heo.

In that instant, the dagger that pierced the darkness reached him, precisely piercing his throat, dragging his body backward, and pinning him to the wall behind him.

The wooden cane slid across He Ao's palm with the force of gravity, eventually falling to the ground, where He Ao used it to support his body.

His somewhat cloudy eyes stared at the man vomiting blood, his expression as calm as ever.

"Take me to see your boss."

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Chapter 663 Going Upstairs (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Under the silent night sky, a blood-stained man led an old man and a young boy along the edge of a dark street.

The reason for going directly to a gang is simple.

In fact, the attack on Ishia has already revealed all the clues.

The person behind the attack on Ishia was Witt, who was contacted through the black market. Black market users are generally of three types: gang leaders or executives, lone wolves, and public officials such as FBI agents who infiltrate the black market to try and catch people.

A large number of disappearances have occurred around the Green Olive Street neighborhood. The locations are fixed, the number is large, and the frequency is high. It is clear that these are not cases that a lone traveler could commit.

That leaves only gangs.

He Ao had just asked the owner of the cold drink shop at the door that most of the Green Olive Street area was controlled by the Poison Scorpion Gang.

At this point in the investigation, the Scorpion Gang has become the most likely suspect.

Furthermore, this Scorpion Gang also seems to be secretly capturing lone individuals.

While He Ao was sorting out his thoughts, the man who had led the way had already stopped in front of a tall building.