Life Dungeon Game

The young man was stunned.

At that very moment, a gentle breeze swept across the lamplight, causing scattered shadows to sway.

By the time everyone came to their senses, the old man's body had already disappeared.

"not dead?"

The crowd was startled and quickly dispersed.

After a while, when nothing happened around them, people gradually quieted down.

"That was just now..."

Someone whispered.

"Perhaps a shadow hound?"

"Shadowhound? Nighthawk? Wasn't Nighthawk dead?"

"The Night Hawk may be dead, but the Shadow Hound may not be. That beast is very cunning, and it's not the first time we've suffered at its hands."

"And this old guy...?"

"

Perhaps he's dead?

"Like a nightjar..."

"That director..."

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"gentlemen."

A man in military uniform walked into the hall and looked at the old man sitting in the hall with his back to him.

Bright lights illuminated the silent chessboard in front of the old man, whose gaze traveled across the chessboard to the brightly lit city. "Speak," he said.

“Driss…” the man paused, “is dead.”

The old man's gaze was calm. He slowly lowered his head, looking at the chessboard before him. He paused briefly, then picked up the 'White Queen' that was blocking his way, moved it off the board, and sighed, "He's getting old after all."

Then he stared at the black car that had been in the same compartment as the 'Queen', "'Sito'?"

"Yes,"

The military veteran nodded. "According to people at the scene, he was also seriously injured and lost his life, but it seems that his body was taken away by the 'Shadow Hound' that Night Hawk was with earlier."

Upon hearing this, the old man remained silent for a moment, staring at the black car.

However, he ultimately did not remove the piece from the board.

Men in military uniforms were also waiting at the door.

After a long while, the old man's gaze fell on a black pawn that had been cornered on the inside of the chessboard, and he slowly asked, "Ishia, who was once in contact with Sito, is she still alive?"

"Yes, she escaped the encirclement and is probably hiding somewhere in the south or west of the city."

The officer replied.

The old man's gaze fell on the black car that had suddenly appeared in front of him. "Contact those underground brokers in the south and west of the city, especially those who smuggle people out of the city, and tell them to keep an eye on news about 'Ishia'."

"Yes."

The officer nodded, turned, and left the room.

The old man continued to look at the chessboard in front of him.

Besides the black rook whose fate is unknown and the black pawn cornered, among the black pieces opposite him are a king with his back to him, a black bishop, a black queen, and a black knight.

And some scattered black soldiers.

The silence of night slowly descends once more.

The old man looked up at the city lights.

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Chapter 695 Good morning, Wei An (Long chapter, please vote)

The night is already deep.

Towering skyscrapers dot the silent night, their lights casting dappled shadows on the dark roads.

In the gap between these towering buildings, stands a small building that is completely out of place with the quiet and oppressive atmosphere of the surroundings.

Bright lights lined the white wall surrounding the small building, and at the end of the wall stood a hidden door.

Outside the small door was a dark and deserted alley, and directly opposite the door was a dried-up flower bed with only withered soil, abandoned for who knows how long.

creak-

The tightly closed door was slowly pulled open, and a burly man stepped out. He looked around to make sure no one was nearby before stepping forward and making way for him.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man dressed in a sharp suit, with a somewhat somber expression, walked out of the small door.

He leaned against the door, took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it in his mouth, and slowly lit it.

As the hazy smoke rose, the man's deep expression relaxed slightly. He gazed at the abandoned flower bed in front of him and suddenly asked, "That flower bed, it's been abandoned for several years now, hasn't it?"

"It was abolished in your second year in office."

The burly man standing beside him answered slowly.

Upon hearing this answer, the middle-aged man remained silent for a moment. He looked up at the surrounding high-rise buildings and said, "I remember when I first came here, there weren't so many buildings. Now, even during the day without lights, you can't see anything at all."

"These are all newly built factories of the Kegete Group."

The burly man spoke slowly.

The middle-aged man took a drag of his cigarette and fell silent again.

The quiet night wind blew across the broken and old ground of the alley.

The middle-aged man's gaze fell on the abandoned flower bed again, and then his eyes narrowed slightly.

In the gaps of the flower bed, a lens seemed to be faintly reflecting a soft glow.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth, walked a few steps across the flower bed, and looked at the reflective object on the inside of the flower bed.

It was a pair of round-framed glasses leaning against the edge of the flower bed. The glasses were exquisite and showed obvious signs of long-term wear.

It was folded so neatly that it seemed to have been placed there intentionally.

And under those glasses, there was a flyer.

"mayor?"

Upon seeing the glasses, the burly man paused, then turned to look at the middle-aged man.

"It's alright, not many people know that I like to smoke near the back gate of the mayor's mansion,"

The middle-aged man remained calm. He reached out and picked up the glasses, looking at the peeling paint on them. "Looks like an old friend has been here."

His gaze was deep and unfocused, as if he were recalling something.

Then he put the glasses away and picked up the flyer that was under them.

This is a promotional flyer for a bar, featuring dazzling lights and hot women.

This flyer comes from the Elm Tree Bar in the south of the city. The flyer advertises a weekly drink discount event every Wednesday from 7 p.m. to 2 a.m.

The middle-aged man turned the flyer over.

On the back of the flyer, there were still some sexy photos of women printed on them, and above these images, a line of text was written in red ink.

When the large ship capsized, the captain...

And neither he nor his treasures were spared.

This is an old federal proverb.

Upon seeing this line of text, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, then flipped the flyer over and glanced at the contents on the front again.

At this moment, the burly man beside him glanced at the flyer in the middle-aged man's hand, and, seemingly noticing something, asked with some confusion, "Sir, what's this?"

"An invitation from an old friend."

The middle-aged man answered casually, then asked softly, "Is tomorrow Wednesday?"

“Yes,” the burly man nodded, “to be precise, today. It’s past midnight now, sir.”

"Ming...do you have any plans for tonight?"

The middle-aged man continued to ask.

"There is a charity ball at 6 p.m., which is organized by a charity under the Kegete Group."

The burly man replied.

"They told me I wasn't feeling well and asked me to decline the offer, and then had their secretary bring a check for ten thousand to show their sincerity."

The middle-aged man glanced at the flyer in his hand again, folded it up casually, and gave the order.

"Ok."

The burly man replied.

An eerie silence fell between the two once again.

The middle-aged man looked up, gazing at the end of the alley, at the deepest part of the night.

There, it seemed, was a familiar figure, silently watching him.

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Sinji lifted his weary gaze from the glass display case in the pharmacy.

The morning light struggled to filter through the gaps between the buildings, casting a few rays onto the road and onto the small windows near the road. Bright sunlight mixed with large patches of shadow fell on the woman and the man.

In his field of vision, the morning news was being projected onto the wall of the pharmacy.

The news is currently reporting on the 'return of mercenaries' of the Kejette Mercenary Group.

The news reported that as the holiday continued, more and more mercenary group members chose to 'vacation' in Saint Jon City.