Life Dungeon Game

Chapter 701 Breaking the Game (Mega Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Dawn City · Radiant Palace

"Is the bill ready?"

At his spacious desk, Christos leaned against the edge, flipping through the documents in his hands one by one.

“We already had a draft, and then we worked overtime for another day and night,”

With her silver ponytail tied back, Ser handed Christos a stack of freshly printed documents. "This is a rough draft. Take a look?"

"Thanks for your hard work,"

Christos reached out and took the document, glancing at the words 'Draft Food Bill' on the cover. Then he picked up another document on the table, signed 'FBI,' and looked at Serre. 'Guess how many people in our legislature received 'donations' from the Kegete Group?'

"one fifth?"

Serre gave a number that had been originally estimated.

"one third!"

Christos placed the document in his hand on the table.

Ser was clearly taken aback by the number. He sighed, "It seems that the Kegete Group is indeed the most 'active' of all the top conglomerates."

"The good news is that because of this 'activity,' the Mosanto Group hasn't invested in too many members of parliament; they've been comfortably hitching a ride on Kejette's coattails,"

Christos smiled.

The Moshanto Group is the largest grain trading group in the Federation, and together with the Kegete Group, it monopolizes most of the Federation's grain trade.

As he spoke, Christos pulled out several thick documents from the pile and handed them to Ser, "However, the 'irritability' and 'activity' of the Kegete Group are not necessarily a good thing."

"This is?"

Sel took the document with some confusion.

"Over the years, the Kegete Group has offended numerous corporations, municipalities, and federal central agencies in the process of 'market competition'."

Christos replied.

"You mean...?"

Serl looked at the thick stack of documents in his arms and realized something.

"When the wall falls, everyone pushes it down."

Christos glanced at Searle, then picked up the draft food bill Searle had just brought him. “A third of the members of Congress accepted donations. Under normal circumstances, we wouldn’t be able to pass any legislation related to food reform.”

Then he picked up another document that had clearly been read many times. The cover of this document was clean, with only the letter 'K' printed on it. "But our old friend who has 'returned' has given us a big gift."

He stacked the two documents in his hand together. "Now, there is a possibility that this will succeed."

Serre knew about the document with the 'K' on it; it was a printed version of the documents that 'K' had been sending over the past night. Even though he prided himself on his extensive knowledge, he was still somewhat shocked by what he saw inside.

"However, if we launch a direct attack,"

Serel placed the documents in his hand on the table. "The Kegete Group still has room to deal with this. Although they are ruthless and make enemies on all sides, they are still one of the top twenty conglomerates in the Federation and have enough resilience to withstand our moves."

"We are still missing a heavyweight fuse, a fuse that can ignite all the events."

Christos looked at the document in his hand, lost in thought.

.

"Unless the Kejette Group does something drastic and shocks the Federation,"

Serre pondered, "Otherwise, we'll have a hard time detonating all the bombs. If we don't kill the snake, there will be trouble later."

They were still missing one nail, a nail crafted by the Kejette Group itself, the nail that could nail the Kejette Group's coffin lid shut.

Christos stared at the document marked with 'K' on the cover. "At this point, we have no choice but to trust our 'old friend'."

"How did he say?"

"I'm puzzled," Ser asked.

"He told us to wait until tonight."

Christos turned his head and looked out at the quiet night.

Ser also looked out in the direction of his gaze.

At the end of that dim night, there seemed to be an invisible undercurrent surging.

-

St. John City West Gate Defense Command

A fair, lotus-root-like arm brushed against the man's chest, and the sticky yet crisp sound of a lotus root breaking apart rang in his ears. "Master, I can't take it anymore, can we stop for a while?"

"Where do you look like you can't take it anymore?"

Upon hearing this, the man, who had looked somewhat tired, instantly sat up, embraced the woman beside him, and laughed.

Jingle Bell--

Just then, a rapid ringing sound came from the bracelet placed to the side.

With Xiangyu in his arms, the man reluctantly reached out and picked up the bracelet.

The caller was his closest subordinate.

He hesitated for a moment, then chose to answer the call, his voice filled with suppressed anger, "If you can't give me a good explanation, then pack your things and get back to your hometown."

"Commander, the mayor is dead!"

An urgent voice came through the other end, "The Kegete Group is in trouble! They've bribed your guards!!! Quick... ugh... glug..."

Next came the sound of blood gushing into the throat.

As if a blast of cold air had swept over him, the man instantly sobered up.

click -

Just then, the door to the room was pushed open, and a man in an officer's uniform entered the room. He glanced at the man on the bed and smiled, "Excuse me, Commander Dan, for interrupting your fun. But the problem is solved now, please continue."

"Bran, you..."

Dane flung the woman out of his arms and rolled over to get out of bed.

In that instant, his body went limp and he knelt down on the ground.

The woman he threw away wrapped herself in the blanket, took a step, and landed in front of the coat rack.

She stood barefoot on the ground, lifted the blanket to cover her body with one hand, and picked up the red dress from the coat rack with the other to start dressing.

She quickly got dressed and left the room without looking back.

"The Kiss of the Goddess,"

The officer in uniform, Bran, shrugged. "I think you should know about this extraordinary poison that can silence the innate sequences within a person. It can be transmitted through certain contact, so I planted the seed in this woman's body and then passed it on to you."

He reached for his waist and with a clang, pulled out a short dagger engraved with purple patterns. "Commander Dan, although your life is a fine sacrifice, to be on the safe side, your body is also sufficient. I will lock your soul to prevent it from leaving your body too quickly."

"Bran, what are you going to do?"

Dane stared in horror at the approaching officer in uniform. He raised his wristband, intending to make a call, but found that the wristband had lost signal.

He kept tapping his phone screen with difficulty while looking at Bran. "We can talk about anything, Bran. We've been working together for so many years, don't you know me? As long as you pay me enough, I'll do anything."

"Including sacrificing the entire city?"

Bran raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.

Dann, who was lying on the ground, was stunned. He raised his head and stared at Bran. "What are you going to do? What are you going to do? Are you crazy?"

“Look,” Bran smiled, “you’re not willing to cooperate. Even though you’ve done all sorts of bad things and your hands are stained with blood, you always manage to maintain your principles in some strange way.”

He walked up to Dan and raised the dagger in his hand.

"Actually, it's not like we can't discuss it..."

Dan's voice was hoarse.

Bran paused in his steps.

In that instant, Dan's body suddenly arched, then leaped up like a mantis, spun around, and extended his arm, a sharp, thin folding knife popping out of his bracelet.

He thrust his sword straight at Bran's heart.

At the same time, Bran, who had noticed his movement, suddenly spun his raised arm, and the dagger danced in his hand, changing from point downwards to point upwards, before thrusting forward with a fierce thrust. As he made the move, his body swerved to the side like a snake.

Nourishes—

puff--

Two sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh rang out almost simultaneously.

"Some kind of extraordinary item that unleashes ultimate power?"

Bran glanced at the short blade that Dann had pierced through his side chest. He had just dodged Dann's attack with a quick dodge, but in return, his dagger had accurately plunged into Dann's heart.

A dense purple glow spread along the short dagger into Dann's body.

Even with his power unleashed, Dan's power at the last moment was still less than when he was at his peak without being poisoned.

“What a pity,” Bran sighed softly, “why did you have to do it?”

Dane glanced down at his wound; the last burst of power was rapidly leaving his body, but he was still struggling to swing the blade in his hand, seemingly trying to enlarge Bran's wound.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and weak, but he enunciated each word clearly, "The Federation has no city defense officers who have surrendered to the evil god."

The purple light quickly spread across his body, erasing his life force. The strength in his hands grew weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.

Bran grasped his hand, pulled the blade from his own body, then pressed one hand on Dane's shoulder and gave him a slight push, pulling out the dagger he was holding in his other hand.

At this moment, a dense purple glow had covered Dan's body, and this glow flickered like breathing, imprisoning the dead soul.

Looking at Dann's corpse lying on the ground, Bran sighed softly, sheathed his blade, and said, "We were just serving different masters."

He reached out and turned off the miniature signal jamming device on his waist. The moment the device turned off, his bracelet vibrated.

That was sent by his subordinate who was sent out to 'receive' Ishia.