Life Dungeon Game

It's impossible to find normal employees around here. Bourne's problem is that his private life is a bit chaotic, and he mainly thinks through his lower body.

This is someone else's life, and He Ao has no right to interfere. There are a lot of people around who are addicted to illegal drugs, cheat, swindle, murder, and arson. Among this bunch of bastards, Bourne is considered a pure white flower.

Although Bourne had a chaotic personal life in the past, he was always in good spirits and full of energy. But today he was unexpectedly exhausted.

He Ao vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"I'd rather be penniless than not swipe my card to see a beautiful woman."

Bourne mumbled something weakly.

Then he realized that the person standing in front of him was his boss and creditor, so he cautiously leaned closer and said, "Boss, how's the White Rabbit Ballroom? I heard that the girls there are top-notch in all of Ailisser."

"White Rabbit Dance Hall?"

He frowned, looking at Bourne with some surprise.

It's normal for a single man to have some needs, but Roy has always been very restrained and has never been to any White Rabbit dance halls.

“Hehe, boss, why are you acting so serious when it’s just the two of us?” Byrne grinned and leaned closer. “Last night I saw you walk out of the White Rabbit Ballroom with my own eyes, and you didn’t even respond when I called you.”

Are you sure you saw me?

He looked up and stared at Bourne.

He had absolutely no memory of Roy going to the White Rabbit Ballroom.

Or rather, his entire memory of last night was a blank.

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Chapter 107 Remarks on the launch

It's available now, it's available now.

This book was approved on January 1st, which is almost two months ago.

I took a look, and out of all the books in this issue of Sanjiang, mine took the longest to write (laughs).

To be precise, I feel this book is the kind that's slow to heat up, because even now, the world-building hasn't been fully developed.

Thank you all so much for your continued support. Without your continued reading, this book would not have reached this point.

thank you very much.

Those who have followed my work from the older books should know that I started by writing slice-of-life stories, well, if my older books can be considered slice-of-life stories, hahaha.

I'm better at writing ordinary daily life stories and slightly longer plot structures, so when writing this book, I tried to make some changes and write short, fast-paced stories.

Each story is simple in itself, but they are like pearls on a pearl necklace, one next to the other, strung together by a long thread.

Of course, trying this kind of story will inevitably lead to all sorts of problems, but life itself is a process of constantly solving problems.

Now let's talk about He Ao.

His personality was actually inspired by a lot of shady dealings I know. Well, as Professor Luo Xiang said, if someone says they abide by the law, they could very well be a scumbag.

The development of law actually lags behind the development of society. Well, it's not appropriate to delve into this topic (delete 500 words here).

In short, this is how He Ao's character was established: a law-abiding and good person.

He Ao strictly adhered to his life principles.

Well, it took me two hours to write a 500-word launch message. Now you know how slow I am at writing a chapter (I'm sure of it).

At last.

It's now available! Please subscribe and vote (I'm bowing down in gratitude).

This is really important to me, and I will try to write more. I will try my best.

Chapter 108 The Same City (Seeking first subscription/favorites/monthly votes)

“That’s right,” Byrne nodded confidently, pointing to his eyes. “My eyes can distinguish between B and C even from a hundred meters away and through thick cotton clothes. How could I not recognize you?”

At this point, he suddenly paused and looked behind He Ao, "It seems our dear sharp-tongued lady is about to suffer a loss."

As he spoke, he bent down and took out the kitchen knife and spatula next to him.

He Ao followed his gaze and saw that the tattooed guest at table number 8, where Naomi was serving food, was slowly reaching his hand toward Naomi's voluptuous buttocks.

Naomi took two steps back, rolled her eyes, and said, "Do you even have a mother? If you do, why don't you go back and shove your pig's trotter at her? See if she'd want to shove this little bastard back in? Oh,"

Naomi feigned surprise and exclaimed, "So you don't have a mother? Oh God, that's a real shame, but that's no excuse for your outburst at the restaurant. If you can't find the right way to use your hands, I suggest you donate them to someone in need."

When it comes to witty banter, no one around here can match Naomi.

In the past, such a petty thug would have dejectedly withdrawn his hand.

But this time, the young man with tattoos all over his arms suddenly pulled a pistol from his pocket, stood up, and pointed the gun at Naomi. "Bitch, what did you say?"

Naomi froze for a moment.

Just then, a large hand reached out, grabbed the young man's wrist, and twisted it quickly, dislocating the young man's wrist. Then, the hand swiftly pulled back, pressed the pistol, and twisted it, snatching the pistol from the young man's hand.

"If you don't want to eat, you can get out."

He calmly pressed the muzzle of the gun against the young man's forehead, his index finger on the trigger.

This young man had clearly taken too many drugs and was a bit confused.

It's alright, a gun can cure all diseases.

The young man shuddered the moment the gun was pressed against his forehead, and he began to awoke somewhat. "Boss, I... let me explain..."

"roll."

He Ao didn't have time to listen to his nonsense.

"Okay, I'll be right there, I'll be right there..."

The young man was startled and staggered toward the door.

“Wait a minute,” He Ao suddenly called out to him, pointing the gun at the cashier, “Pay the bill.”

"well···"

The young man shakily took out his wristband and paid at the self-service checkout.

He Ao walked to the cashier, watched him pay, then cut the gun into parts and threw them into the store's lost and found box. "This thing is in the lost and found."

The young man didn't dare to reply and scrambled out of the shop.

"Damn, this smell is too strong!" Just then, a cry of surprise came from behind Heo. He turned around and saw Naomi taking out a mop and bucket from the kitchen to mop the floor.

There was a pool of murky yellow liquid on the ground where the young man had just stood.

Naomi rolled her eyes as she saw Heo looking over, mopping the floor as she did so. "Roy, can't you be a little more careful? This stuff is disgusting to clean."

He Ao smiled without saying a word.

Naomi finished mopping the floor in no time.

He stood up, carrying a bucket and a mop, patted his back, and looked at He Ao, "Okay, I admit you were a little bit handsome just now."

She picked up the mop and was about to return to the kitchen when she noticed that Bourne had somehow appeared and was now leaning against the counter, holding a cleaver, striking what he thought was a sexy pose. "Hi~"

Naomi rolled her eyes and kicked him, saying, "Get lost."

He stretched and prepared to leave the restaurant to check out the White Rabbit Ballroom that Bourne had mentioned.

Just then, a petite girl wearing loose clothes and a baggy men's bowler hat passed by him.

She quickly paid the bill with her wristband and hurried out of the restaurant.

He could vaguely see her silver hair hidden under her hat.

He Ao felt that the figure looked familiar, but the other person was obviously trying to disguise themselves, and He Ao couldn't immediately match her with a certain person from his memory.

He made a mental note of the figure, left the restaurant, hailed a taxi, and went directly to the Ellisel neighborhood.

The taxi drove through the chaotic streets, occasionally punctuated by the sound of intense gunfire.

This is Aston District, a place where chaos and order coexist.

However, taxis are a relatively safe mode of transportation here because taxi companies are usually backed by a large gang, and ordinary gang members don't dare to mess with them.

"Things seem to have gotten a lot more chaotic lately."

He looked out the window at the two groups engaged in a fierce battle.

"You're from another district, right?" The taxi driver glanced at He Ao through the rearview mirror. "The leader of the Crocodile Gang, the biggest gang in Aston District, is dead. The Crocodile Gang has split into several factions fighting for territory. Big gangs from other districts also want to get involved. It's been chaotic for more than half a month, and it'll probably be chaotic for a while longer. That's how Aston District is."

“Oh,” He Ao nodded, watching the scenery outside the window rush past, “I didn’t know that.”

After driving for a while, the taxi stopped at a red light.

This time, the view outside the window was filled with busy vehicles carrying building materials and construction teams working outside the buildings.

The taxi driver was also looking out the window and lit a cigarette.

"What are they fixing?"

Seeing that he seemed eager to confide in him, He Ao casually asked.

“School,” the driver said, as the red light turned green and the car started moving. “A few big shots from the Crown District came recently, saying they wanted to build a school here specifically for homeless children, saying these kids would change the future of Aston District.”

"Bullshit! These men only ever do superficial things. I was still breastfeeding my mother when I first heard them talk about changing Aston District; now my grandson is already breastfeeding."

He pointed out the window, "Listen to the crackling gunfire. Have they changed? What have they changed?"

He spat out a cigarette, "How could those old men, living in city villas hundreds of stories high, possibly hear the gunfire from here?"

He Ao didn't speak, but quietly looked out the car window.

In a makeshift homeless shack, gang members exchanged fire on the street, while inside the shack, they watched the dirty children outside with bewildered expressions.

He recalled the confident and hopeful children at Rockville Private High School who sat under the podium listening to the mayor's speech.