Life Dungeon Game

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Pollution Cleanup Company Rooftop

"So, what is the source of the corrupted monster?"

The silver-haired old man picked up his knife and cut open the tender, juicy steak, revealing the pinkish inner layer.

"Isn't the answer to the riddle itself?"

He Ao calmly cut the steak in front of him. "Of all the neighborhoods in St. John's City, only the Northwest City has the fewest polluted monsters. And what is the least common thing in the Northwest City?"

He paused, then said, "It's a factory, the Kegete Group's grain factory."

Then he glanced at Driss and continued, "The foundation of the Kegete Group's development over the past ten years, its core strength, is the so-called 'super grain factory' technology. This technology allows their grain output to be much higher than other conglomerates in the same industry, giving them the opportunity to seize market share through price wars."

“They claim it’s a ‘time-defining’ technology, but we all know that this world is about equivalent exchange,”

He Ao raised his knife. "What's the price of technology that's ahead of its time?"

His gaze was calm as he stared at the steak on his plate. "Those so-called contamination monsters are nothing more than 'byproducts of food'."

The Pollution Cleanup Division was established by the Kegete Group to confuse the public, deal with the mess left by the pollution monsters, and seize control of the FBI.

Of course, this is obvious.

In the shadows, evolution proceeds from negative...

Their task is to research how to create powerful fusion monsters.

"You have Nighthawk's corpse in your hands now?"

Driss didn't respond to Heo's question, but instead asked a seemingly unrelated one.

“I contacted the funeral home for him.”

He Ao remained calm, picked up the red wine beside him, and took a sip.

"He's a good kid, it's just a pity he investigated too deeply back then, just like you are now,"

Driss sighed. "I do want to groom him to be my successor, but unfortunately he doesn't seem willing to take on my responsibilities."

Where is the person who cuts the shadow?

He Ao asked casually, his tone like that of an old friend reunited after many years, chatting about the younger generation in the family.

"He probably knew nothing at first, at most he just had some suspicions."

"That's why he deliberately told Nighthawk that knowledge, using Nighthawk to further investigate the truth. And when Nighthawk actually investigated the truth, he knew you couldn't tolerate it, so he took the opportunity to use you to eliminate Nighthawk, this great enemy."

"He finally confirmed his conjecture, learned the most fundamental secrets of the Evolutionary Path and the Pollution Cleanup Department, and also solved the Night Hawk, a major concern of his. It can be said that he killed three birds with one stone and was the biggest winner in this incident."

"And he proved to you that Nighthawk is indeed not a suitable successor. Furthermore, the top two floors of Evolution Headquarters should have been reserved for you, right? The Shadowman's office is right below yours. It seems he has successfully become the 'successor'?"

He Ao paused for a moment, "It seems that this might be killing four birds with one stone?"

"The shadow cutter is stubborn and arbitrary, clever but lacking in wisdom."

Driss shook his head.

"His power comes from the corrupted monster; reaching B-rank is virtually impossible for him."

"His pursuit of the truth is really just about finding a way to help him break through to B-level. In the process, he can use anyone and dares to use anyone. He is not someone you can entrust with anything."

"Of course, his dream has now come to nothing."

Clearly, if Nighthawk hadn't refused to compromise his principles and had no other choice, Driss would never have chosen to eliminate the Shadows.

The Shadow Man may have realized this as well, which is why he was so eager to get rid of Night Hawk.

“Old brother, now that you’ve seen it all,” Driss took a sip of his drink, “you should also know what kind of enemy you’re facing right now.”

His voice was calm, as if he were analyzing the pros and cons for an old friend, "The mercenary group of the Kegete Group is currently in the city. The mercenary group leader, Kuro, is a B-rank. Almost all the officers of the St. John City Defense Army are 'friends' of the Kegete Group. The division commander is also a B-rank, plus me."

“Your enemies are not only three B-level individuals, but also an entire well-organized mercenary group and a city defense force. Even if you have the support of the FBI, the FBI director in St. John City is only a C-level individual.”

He put the steak on his plate into his mouth, chewing as he looked at Heo, "What you're facing is this city."

"Aren't there four B-level?"

He looked at Driss with a smile in his eyes, "That one hiding behind the curtain, playing chess..."

"Isn't that person a B-grade?"

"This is a hopeless situation with no chance of winning. Even if you have B-rank strength, you can't face more than three B-ranks and two legions. Besides, you don't have the strength to defeat me."

Driss remained noncommittal. “If you had already guessed all this, your best option would not have been to attend this banquet, but to use it to stall me, and then take advantage of the mercenary group’s entry into the city to leave overnight. That way, you might still have a chance to survive.”

He Ao smiled but didn't say anything. Instead, he reached out and placed the briefcase beside him on the table, opening it to reveal two urns containing ashes.

"This is?"

Driss frowned slightly.

“My son and daughter-in-law,” He Ao said calmly, “are among the people you ordered to be silenced and captured by the Evolutionary Force who knew about the situation.”

Driss paused for a moment, then smiled and put the last piece of steak into his mouth. "I did give that order. Is that what brought you here? But they're all dead now."

"Yes, they're dead,"

He Ao closed his suitcase. "I could have escaped this city, changed my name, and forgotten that I ever had such a child, in exchange for a brief chance to survive."

He looked at Driss and reached out to grasp the cane leaning against the table. "But this is my child, my only child. I taught him to be kind, but he died because of kindness. It shouldn't be his fault."

What are you asking for?

Driss stared at Heo.

"A life for a life, a debt for a debt."

He looked at him and said, slowly and deliberately, "Justice."

Driss sat up straight and stared at the old man with a wrinkled face and aged features.

He was older than the person in front of him, but the person in front of him looked so much older.

"There is no justice in this world; you have chosen a path that leads to certain death."

Driss sat up straight, gripping the hilt of his sword under the table. "You're trying to fight against a city, a super-corporation, a towering mountain that blots out the sky."

"Death is not something to be feared, and mountains are not necessarily immovable,"

He Ao leaned on his cane with one hand and gripped the hilt of a butterfly knife hidden in his sleeve with the other, his gaze calm.

"And you cannot represent this city."

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Chapter 692 A Lackey of Power (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The long, wide hearse was parked in front of the narrow door.

A young staff member in a funeral home uniform jumped out of the vehicle, glanced at the crowd guarding the entrance, and then at the well-preserved, blood-soaked corpse in front of them.

"Is this the one?"

He looked at the crowd in front of him, then glanced at the iron mask on the corpse. His gaze paused slightly before he asked, "Would you like burial services?"

This question surprised both Ishia and Sinji.

Ishia's gaze fell on the iron mask that had never been removed from the corpse.

She had never seen Nighthawk's true face; Nighthawk claimed that he was disfigured by a disaster when he was a child, and therefore had to wear this mask.

After a brief hesitation, she slowly reached out and removed the mask.

A hideous face, so grotesque that its features were almost indistinguishable, appeared before her.

Even the well-traveled Ishia was slightly taken aback when she saw this face.

“It looks like it was attacked by some kind of beast or monster,” Sinzi observed the wounds covering the face. “These are the results of tiny bite wounds healing and growing back.”

monster······

Ishia was taken aback. In that instant, she suddenly understood why Night Hawk's stance had always been so firm, and why he was so persistent in investigating the Pollution Monster and trying to solve it.

Then, she suddenly remembered that Nighthawk never seemed to have mentioned her family.

Even after his death, no relatives came to look for his belongings.

Perhaps, in that 'disaster' that forced him to wear an iron mask for the rest of his life, he lost more than just his appearance.

He may already be all alone.

Ishia paused for a moment, then looked up at the funeral home staff member who was also somewhat surprised, "What level of embalming can this person achieve?"

The young staff member was taken aback. He instinctively wanted to refuse, because this went beyond the scope of burial makeup.

At this moment, his gaze swept over Nighthawk's blood-stained clothes and the iron mask in Ishia's hand again. Finally, after a moment's thought, he said, "I know a very skilled mortician. Perhaps I can ask her for help, but it's a bit troublesome to find her, and her fees are very high."

"Is it possible to recreate his true appearance?"

Ishia pondered for a moment, then asked in a slow voice.

"It should work... but I haven't tried this one before..."

The staff member glanced at the mask, then at Nighthawk's face, and slowly answered.

“I’ll cover your labor costs and the cost of the burial,” Ishia sighed, putting the mask back on. “Please do your best.”

“No need for labor costs,” the staff member shook his head, “but the cost of her burial and makeup will probably have to be paid.”

Upon hearing this, Ishia was taken aback. Then she suddenly realized that the staff member in front of her seemed to be staring at the iron mask for too long. She asked softly, "Do you recognize this iron mask?"

"I don't know him."

The staff member shook his head, "However, there's a legend of an 'Iron Mask Hero' in several blocks around here. It's said he often saves people from monsters, and also..."

He often helped impoverished families. Once, when I returned to my hometown, my mother told me that she had also been saved by this masked hero.

"I see."

Ishia understood.

The Pollution Cleanup Department usually signs confidentiality agreements with people attacked by the polluted monsters, otherwise they wouldn't sell them the concealing spray. However, this doesn't completely restrict information. Many people can't stand the loneliness and spread the existence of the polluted monsters in the form of urban legends.