Life Dungeon Game

Chapter 666 Sharing a Seat with a Dragon (Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Upon hearing He Ao's words, the leader of the Poison Scorpion Gang did not respond immediately. He picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and then slowly got up, left the sofa, and walked towards the curtains behind it.

As he approached, the huge, heavy curtains slowly parted to the sides, revealing a wide, clear floor-to-ceiling window behind them.

Buildings flashing neon lights are partially visible behind floor-to-ceiling windows.

However, the leader of the Poison Scorpion Gang did not look at the buildings under the light, but instead raised his head and looked at the pitch-black night sky above.

The night was dark, the sky was filled with rolling dark clouds, and the whole city seemed to be shrouded in a hazy dome.

"Sir, do you know why I chose to live here?"

The leader of the Viper Gang gripped his wine glass, looked up at the sky, and said, "Because you can see the sky from here."

In St. John, where sunlight is almost entirely swallowed up by factory buildings, the top floors of high-rises are among the few places where you can see the sky and the sun.

“I grew up in the Green Olive neighborhood. My father was a low-level gangster, and my mother was mute. When I was five, I would go to the street and steal with my friends. When I was seven, I learned to cheat at casinos. When I was ten, my father died. He was hacked to death during a gang fight.”

"He was a bastard who never brought a penny home, beat his mother, and stole her money. When he died, I didn't go to collect his body, and we couldn't afford the cremation fee. Being picked up by the scavenger was his only fate."

“I never went to school. When I was a child, I often lay outside the school fence and looked at the children inside, wondering how they were different from me.”

"Sometimes, I go online to study some textbooks on my own. There are basically no free teaching videos online. All the relevant web pages are advertisements from major education groups. Most of the time, I can only study the textbooks on my own or sneak into the community school to listen to their lectures."

"Sometimes I get kicked out, sometimes I don't."

"When I was fifteen, I joined a gang. I always thought I would end up like that bastard father, dying in a gang fight and being picked up like trash by the cleaners."

"However, I was very lucky. The random books I studied taught me a lot of useful ways of logical thinking. I found that many things are not that complicated when you look at them from the opposite perspective, and some small tricks can also be very effective."

"I gradually gained the trust of my gang leader and worked my way up to the second-in-command position,"

His voice gradually faded into the distance, as if he were lost in a long memory. "I was only seventeen years old then, a young man in a high position, full of youthful vigor, thinking that I could change everything by my own strength."

"Back then, all our gangs were in the Green Olive District, fighting each other for petty gains. But were the poor people in the Green Olive District, who couldn't even afford to eat, the ones who were the most well-fed in the entire city of St. John?"

"Everyone in St. John knew that the Kegete Group, which was at its peak at that time, was the one that was most well-fed in the city. Moreover, the Kegete Group's grain transport wagons had a habit of being almost unguarded before they left the city."

"So I

He gathered a few trusted confidants, staked out the location for a few days, and secretly led his men to rob a grain truck belonging to the Kegete Group behind the boss's back. He then sold the stolen grain at a low price to the residents of Green Olive Street, making a fortune.

"My popularity soared in the entire Green Olive Street area, and many people came to seek refuge with me."

"The first time I did this, I did it very well. I took care of all the behind-the-scenes maneuvers, so even though it made the news that day, two weeks later, no one from the FBI or the St. John Police Department came looking for me."

"Then, a month later, I did it again."

“I did a good job again this time, but on the third day after the incident, the Kegete Consortium came knocking on my door. Actually, I had expected this outcome long ago. After all, no one will suddenly have a lot of extra food. There are no secrets in this world.”

“I originally wanted to kill the people from Kegett directly and declare war on the Kegett Consortium through the Green Olive District, but I was stopped by my boss at the time. He had always thought highly of me, but that was the first time he scolded me. He apologized to the Kegett Consortium.”

"There is no death penalty in the federal government, and I can control gangs even in prison, so I am not afraid of the Kegete Foundation taking legal action. However, the Kegete Foundation gave me a solution that surprised me."

"All the looted grain will be converted into cash at market price and then repaid in installments over five years with an annual interest rate of 8%."

"Of course, all of this is on the premise that our gang has to do things for them, and of course, everything they ask us to do is paid for."

"To put it more bluntly, they want to take us in as their dogs."

“I rejected the proposal from the people at Kegett right away. The people from Kegett Group left like dogs with their tails between their legs. That day was the happiest day of my life.”

He took a sip of his drink, paused slightly, and concluded.

"I thought I had trampled the conglomerate under my feet."

Unfortunately, this happiness was short-lived.

"As soon as the people from the Kegete Group left, my boss at the time told me to immediately turn myself in to the FBI so that I could avoid some retaliation."

“Kagette’s men left in the morning, and I turned myself in in the afternoon, but the FBI did not accept my case.”

The leader of the Viper Gang, somewhat somberly, downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

He Ao stared thoughtfully at the man's back. He slowly moved closer to Jiaxi's seat and sat down next to his granddaughter.

"When I returned to the gang's base, I found only ruins. The rival gang attacked our base. They used high-tech weapons that we had never encountered before, bypassed the security system I had set up, and slaughtered all the members of our gang like a massacre."

The man continued,

"My boss, who trusted me, also died in this battle. Based on the information he left behind, I deduced that the reason the other side was able to bypass our cordon was because there was a mole inside leading the way, and that mole was my most trusted confidant."

"Realizing this, I immediately went to my mother's house, where I was involved in gangs..."

After that, my mother never took a penny from me again, and moved to a place far away from my gang, where she made a living by doing odd jobs. Only a few close confidants knew where my mother was.

"When I got home, all I saw was blood everywhere and my mother lying in a pool of blood."

"I angrily led the remaining men to raid the enemy gang's stronghold, but their firepower was too strong. In a short time, we lost most of our men, and I retreated with my body covered in wounds."

"I escaped with the last few people under the cover of a family that had bought my grain at a low price, but not long after I left, that family was captured and massacred by a rival gang."

"One of his neighbors took money from the gang and betrayed him."

"During that period, my wanted posters were everywhere in the underworld of St. John City. They offered huge rewards of tens of thousands for clues about me and my life. Several of my trusted confidants who had always followed me could not resist such temptation and chose to betray me."

"If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have died in those betrayals."

"But fewer and fewer people were around me until I was betrayed by my last confidant, and I finally fell into a desperate situation."

"It was around that time that Kejette's men found me,"

The man smiled, with a hint of sarcasm, seemingly directed at the Kejette Consortium, but also seemingly at himself. "They first stated their position: the rival gang did take their money, but they only gave them money, not demanded that they kill my mother or wipe out my gang."

"They said they were willing to help me, give me money, and provide me with access to buy guns, but on one condition: all the money and the loans for food had to be repaid, and if I ultimately won against the rival gang, the money the rival gang took would also be credited to me."

"It's ridiculous, isn't it? They took the money to pay others to kill my family and friends, and now I have to pay that money back."

"But at that time I had nothing left, so I agreed to the condition."

"With the support of the Kegete Group, I quickly made a comeback and rebuilt the gang, which is now the Scorpion Gang."

"It took me less than three months to take down the original gang, kill the first and subsequent confidants who betrayed me, and wipe out everyone in that gang."

“Over the next few years, I gradually unified the entire Green Olive District, but the loans I owed to the Kegete Group were never paid off. I would pay off one loan, and then I would borrow a new loan for expansion, and the cycle would continue.”

He lowered his head, gazing at the dazzling city in the distance, almost entirely comprised of Kegete Group factories, the roar of machinery seemingly echoing throughout the night.

"The deeper I got involved, the more I realized how terrifying and enormous super-corporations are, like a frog at the bottom of a well looking up at a giant dragon flying across the sky."

He sighed softly.

"It was during that period of development that I met 'Shadowmaker' and gradually built everything we have today."

"Of course, that guy never trusted me, and I never trusted him either. He just needed me to provide him with enough 'sacrifices,' and I needed his method for cultivating stable, corrupted monsters."

He knew I was ready to kill him at any moment.

He monopolized all the profits, and I knew he had always wanted to get rid of me and take over the huge 'sacrifice cabinet' of the Green Olive District.

“Old sir, before you came, my relationship with the Shadow Cutter was in a delicate balance of mutual exploitation. But your arrival tells me that the Shadow Cutter has decided to break this balance. It seems that what he was originally worried about is no longer there.”

He paused, turned around, his back to the dazzling city and the hazy night sky, his voice low and hoarse.

“Sir, when I was young, I also thought about changing the world, but reality has taught me how insignificant and powerless we are; I can't change anything.”

He raised his glass and looked at Heo, "We are just mortals with rusty swords, and we can never defeat a dragon whose wings can blot out the sky."

"So you chose to sit at the same table as the dragon?"

He Ao leaned on his cane, his back straight, staring at the leader of the Poison Scorpion Gang.

"What's wrong with that?"

The leader of the Scorpion Gang swirled his wine glass, glanced at the ornate and expensive decorations around him, and said, "In a world like this, the kinder a person is, the more miserable and desperate they become."

He shook his head and chuckled. "Alright, that's the recap, sir. Now it's time to settle things between us. I can give you that intelligence for free."

The leader of the Viper Gang spread his hands, and a sticky, fleshy tentacle reached out from behind him, snatching the wine glass from his hand. "But you've killed so many of my people. If I let you leave this room alive, all the prestige I've built up in the underworld over the years will be destroyed."

"That reason is probably not enough for you to choose to take action against me."

He Ao looked at the leader of the Viper Gang, who slowly leaned forward to stand up, leaning on his cane, and stood right in front of his granddaughter.

If you lose your men, you can train new ones. The Green Olive Street has no shortage of gang members.

Given the power He Ao has displayed, even if the leader of the Poison Scorpion Gang is confident he can defeat He Ao, he will probably have to pay a price.

Furthermore, the leader of the Poison Scorpion Gang is actually hostile to the Shadow Cutter. On this level, he and He Ao share common interests, and letting He Ao deal with the Shadow Cutter is the choice that best serves his interests.

Therefore, from his perspective, he would not easily take action against He Ao.

Unless some external factor interferes with his choice, causing the gains he makes to outweigh the losses he loses.

"Is it the Shadow Cutter?"

He looked at him and asked another question.

"Old sir, you are very clever,"

The leader of the Poison Scorpion Gang raised the bracelet in his hand. "Before you arrived, I sent your 'battle record' to the Shadow Judge."

"And just as you turned your back to tell your 'story,' the filmmaker replied to your message."

He Ao said calmly.

Just now, the leader of the Poison Scorpion Gang was holding a wine glass with the hand wearing the bracelet. When he turned his back to He Ao, he could just use his body to block the light from the bracelet and the light reflected from the mirror.

"You noticed,"

The leader of the Viper Gang looked at He Ao with slight surprise and laughed, "Old sir, I think I know why the Shadow Cutter values ​​you so much."

"It seems he offered you a price you couldn't refuse."

He Ao

Look at him.

"yes,"

The leader of the Viper Gang chuckled, his sticky tentacles wrapping around the wine glass in his hand before crushing the clear glass to pieces. "Sometimes the line between 'friend' and 'enemy' is just that blurry."

His body slowly split open vertically, and surging tentacles tore apart his seemingly luxurious and expensive clothes. These tentacles extended upwards, supporting his head and 'removing' it from his neck, holding it in the air. He looked at Heo and sighed.

“Sir, if we had spent more time together and the price offered by the filmmaker was lower, I might have chosen to take a gamble and cooperate with you. Unfortunately, there are no ‘ifs’ in this world.”