Life Dungeon Game

"Just an ordinary father."

He Ao straightened his clothes slightly, leaned on his cane, and stared at the man standing by the window.

The other person was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, fair skin, and long hair tied into a ponytail behind them.

"Are you Nighthawk's father?"

The man frowned slightly.

“I am Kavi’s father.”

He Ao said calmly.

"Kavi?"

The man was taken aback.

"You know him."

He Ao's voice was calm.

"Kavi from Mokers Street?"

The man seemed to recall something; he looked at He Ao.

“Your son is a very good person, and he and his wife are the only two people who didn’t say a word from beginning to end, so,”

He paused, gazing at He Ao's graying hair, and smiled, "They also experienced more activities than others."

Something came up and I was delayed later.

Chapter 683 The Reflection of the Winding Hill (Mega Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Upon hearing this, He Ao slightly tightened his grip on his cane. His aged face remained expressionless as he calmly gazed at the 'Shadowcutter' before him.

"Do you believe my child has a connection to 'Nighthawks'?"

"Sir, it seems your children haven't told you many things,"

The Shadow Man stared at He Ao and laughed, “Your son has actually been in contact with the Pollution Cleanup Department. According to people from his neighborhood, he and a few others encountered a pollution monster near Moke Street and were saved by Night Hawk.”

Innocent people attacked by corrupted monsters formed a bond with the Night Hawk because they were saved.

He Ao sorted through what the filmmaker had said and continued, "There must be many people in this city who have been saved by Night Hawk."

The fact that arrests are being made only near Moker Street suggests that these individuals have something special about them.

"The answer is simple, sir, I'm sure you've already guessed it,"

The shadow cutter looked at He Ao with a smile, seemingly happy to answer He Ao's questions.

"After Night Hawk studied the polluted monster, he inevitably became tainted with some of the polluted aura. After he was injured by the investigation team, he couldn't have gone too far. But when we followed the aura, we came up empty-handed. So someone must have rescued him nearby."

"Then we arrested everyone who might have been exposed to the pollution or had any pollution odor, and your son happened to be one of them."

"Was Nighthawk seriously injured?"

He Ao suddenly asked.

"Of course, he was ambushed by the investigation team; if he weren't exceptionally strong,"

The shadow cutter chuckled sarcastically, "He died that very night."

This doesn't match the Pollution Cleanup Division's documents. No, it's not entirely inconsistent. The Pollution Cleanup Division's documents only state that the investigation team went to arrest Nighthawk, and then jump directly to the next stage where Nighthawk attacked the investigation team and injured them.

He Ao carefully reviewed all the documents he had read.

Sure enough, the document never mentioned who 'made the first move'.

Those documents didn't lie; they just didn't tell the whole story.

Of course, what the filmmaker said may not be entirely true. He may have deduced that He Ao was cooperating with the Pollution Cleanup Department, and was using this to sow discord between He Ao and the Pollution Cleanup Department.

"Did you provide the method by which Nighthawks raise corrupted monsters?"

He Ao continued to ask.

"of course."

The Shadow Man chuckled. His voice was deep, but paired with his fair and somewhat effeminate face, his smile had a venomous allure.

"You provided him with methods for raising pollution monsters, and then you reported him to the Pollution Cleanup Department for raising pollution monsters?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "He should be able to easily spot this trap, so what did you tell him? You told him to raise and research the pollution monster himself, even at the risk of being investigated by the Pollution Cleanup Department."

"Old sir, don't you want to know how your son died?"

The shadow cutter tilted his head, his ponytail swaying in the light reflected off the glass behind him. "You keep asking other questions because you're afraid to face what has already happened."

Is this the truth of what happened?

He Ao's hand tightened slightly on the silver cane.

"Then I'll have to tell you all about this."

The Shadow Man grinned, staring at He Ao. "Your son and his wife are very stubborn, saying from beginning to end that they don't know anything. But the polluted aura on them is the 'freshest' of everyone, which proves that they had contact with a polluted monster or someone who had deep contact with a polluted monster shortly before they were captured."

"And if they had come into contact with a corrupted monster, of course they wouldn't be able to stand alive in front of me."

The Shadow Man chuckled. "I must say, sir, your education is excellent. Your son refused to betray Nighthawk until the very end. My subordinates spent a month trying every torture method they could think of, but ultimately came up with nothing."

"certainly,"

He raised an eyebrow. "We didn't actually place much hope on him, because we had already found Nighthawk's trail and had a complete plan to kill him. We interrogated him simply to see how stubborn he could be."

"So when the month-long torture ended, we told him that Nighthawk was dead,"

The shadow cutter's eyes widened as he looked at He Ao's aged face and laughed loudly, "His expression is just too funny."

He raised his hand and introduced,

"In view of his unwavering will, I gave him and his wife a chance. There was a circular building ruin nearby that looked like an amphitheater."

“I threw the two of them and a corrupted monster into the ruins, and then told them,”

A cruel smile played on his handsome face. "I'll let them go home once they can escape the attacks of this polluted monster and get out of this circular building ruin."

"And then guess what?"

"The couple, one used himself as bait to lure the monster into circling and buying time, while the other frantically explored the entire building, and actually managed to find a narrow exit."

"What surprised me was their next move: two hungry people who had been tortured for a month managed to lure the monster into knocking down a concrete pillar with their strong will. Then, at the last moment before the pillar completely collapsed, they crawled into the exit and used the fallen pillar to block the monster's path."

"The wisdom and strength that humanity displays in dire circumstances is truly astonishing. Even such humble lives, two ordinary people with no power, can accomplish such a feat."

He clapped slowly, "and then, filled with awe for them, I drove my truck and ran them over the moment they stepped out of the exit, gasping for breath."

He shrugged and smiled. "Although I really wanted to let them go, my orders were to leave no one alive."

"Finished?"

He Ao calmly looked at him. "You spent so much time answering my questions and explaining the whole story to me, just to wait for your people to come up and support you, right? Guess why they haven't come up yet?"

The Shadow Man's expression changed. He turned around and looked behind him. Outside the glass window behind him, drones engaged in aerial combat were hovering in the air.

They fired shots at the floors below.

At that moment, his bracelet vibrated, and a somewhat panicked voice came through, "Minister, it's the FBI and the Contamination Cleanup Division. They brought weapons and stormed in from the back of the building from above. Every floor is filled with their people. We're stuck."

The Shadow Man glanced back at He Ao. This time, he didn't say anything. He simply raised his hand and shot a bone needle at He Ao, then leaped to the far left of the room.

An emergency ejection launcher was installed there, which would allow him to leave immediately.

The situation is now out of his control; he cannot stay any longer.

But He'ao was faster. He'ao seemed to have anticipated his move and took a step forward. As He'ao fired the bone needle, He'ao had already left his original position and was flying towards the place where He'ao had jumped.

He watched as a figure with a full head of white hair appeared before him with almost perfect precision, a silver cane raised high.

"Are you very noble?"

boom--

With a loud thud as if steel had struck his face, the muscles on the Shadow Man's face rippled like waves, blood spurted from his mouth, and his body flew to the right.

On the other side, He Ao's right hand was already open, the butterfly knife in his hand stretched out its body, revealing a sharp blade, which was slicing towards the neck of the Shadow Slayer.

The Shadow Man suddenly adjusted his body in mid-air to dodge the fatal blow, and at the same time, He Ao also suddenly changed his move, turning the butterfly knife from blade downward to blade upward, and then slashing downward.

The blade, reflecting a cold light, easily sliced ​​through the brand-new sleeve, revealing fair skin, bright red muscle, and the hard bone embedded within it.

As the image cutter's expression gradually turned to shock, he easily severed the man's forearm.

Blood splattered in the air, staining the pure white collar of Heoli's shirt red.

boom--

The figure of the Shadow Cutter flew backward, crashing into the wine cabinet on the right side of the hall. The wine bottles shattered with a crash, and blood and spilled red wine covered the floor.

The severed forearm, along with a few blood-stained teeth, lay scattered to the side.

You slapped me in the face?

The figure staggered to his feet from the scattered shards of the wine bottle.

His mouth was full of blood, several teeth had fallen out, and his left cheek was completely swollen, making it impossible to see his usual beautiful appearance.

"You are impeccably dressed, have fair skin, are beautiful, and have long, well-maintained hair."

He Ao slowly unbuttoned his jacket, then tossed the suit jacket and the bag he was carrying to the side, hanging them on the coat rack by the door. "Looks like someone who values ​​appearance and dressing well, so,"

He straightened his blood-stained white shirt, which was now exposed from removing his suit, and then, by parting the tip of his cane, he wedged the blade of his butterfly knife into the exposed indentation.

Then he gripped the crank of his cane, flicked it gently, and the silver metal gun suddenly sprang out.

He held guns in both hands, blocking the path to the left of the room, calmly watching the Shadow Judge, and answering the question that had just been refuted by the Shadow Judge.

"I did it on purpose."

"You old bastard, you deserve to die!"

The shadow cutter crawled from the ground

Then, wriggling flesh sprouted from his severed arm, quickly transforming into twisted tentacles that coiled together to form a tentacle arm.