Life Dungeon Game

However, although the electronic security measures are very strict, the physical tickets that are retrieved are not registered under a real name, and if lost, they are gone forever.

Viana waited a while, and then two card-style concert tickets with chips on them slowly came out of the machine.

Vianna picked up the two tickets with her head down and pressed her bowler hat down again. These self-service machines usually have small cameras placed on top of them. Although the possibility of the Witch Church seeing such internal security footage was very low, Vianna still had to be careful.

She tucked the two tickets into her clothes and then raised her wristband.

“Jessie,” came an excited boy’s voice from behind, as he abruptly pulled off Viana’s hat, “Where are the others?”

Her silver hair, like silk, cascaded down.

Vianna quickly gathered her silver hair, backed away and turned around. Her mechanical arm had already activated immediately, but what came into her view was a chubby boy with some freckles on his face.

At this moment, the boy seemed to realize that he had mistaken the person for someone else, and his face turned slightly red.

Viana stepped forward, snatched the hat back, put it on her head, and then pointed in the direction the group of people had just left, "Your friends went that way."

"Oh, I'm sorry, your hair is really beautiful."

The chubby boy immediately bowed and apologized, then ran away in a flash.

Viana ignored him. She gathered her silver hair and tucked it under her hat, then glanced back at the ticket machine before slowly walking deeper into the street.

Once she was alone, she picked up the bracelet and sent a message.

Uncle, I got the ticket.

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He Ao glanced at his hand

Huan replied casually.

Okay, give me your bank account number and I'll transfer the money to you. I'll come find you later.

They replied immediately.

Okay, uncle, remember to eat lunch.

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He Ao put down the bracelet, looked up at the sign above his head,

Huimei Communications

"Would you like to buy something?"

A middle-aged man with short brown hair came out from the inner room and looked at He Ao, who was standing at the door, with a puzzled expression.

"Buy some extraordinary materials."

He Ao smiled and walked into the small shop.

"What is that?" The man looked at He Ao with a confused expression. "We're just a small shop selling smart bracelets. Of course, if you're looking for the kind of 'cheap stuff,' I can get those too. As for the extraordinary materials you mentioned, I really don't know anything about them."

The so-called 'cheap goods' refer to stolen 'goods'. In the Aston area, most small shops in chaotic areas sell these things, because it would be abnormal for these areas to be too clean.

He Ao didn't waste any words. He took out the short sword from his trench coat and slammed it on the table. "Dr. Roger, an acquaintance once told me that you have many strange and unusual things here. I want a colorless, odorless, and difficult-to-detect extraordinary material that also has a bit of the properties of flesh and blood."

Roger's gaze lingered on the short sword for a few seconds, then he sighed, "No wonder I didn't see the old man's cane. That old man really does tell everyone everything."

He turned around and walked into the inner room. "Come in."

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Viana walked along the street, leaning against the wall. The street was sparsely populated, and everything was as peaceful as usual.

The neon lights in front of the shops on the street flickered slowly, not as dazzling as at night, but just enough to attract attention.

She stopped as she passed a bakery. There was a long line outside the bakery, and the bread looked quite delicious.

Aside from some new stores using deceptive tactics like hiring people to queue, the number of people queuing outside a food store is usually positively correlated with the taste of the food.

So if she wants to eat in an unfamiliar place, Viana will prioritize restaurants with long queues.

She waited in line for a while, then chose a donut to take home for lunch.

Just then, she vaguely sensed that her surroundings had changed and that some eyes were on her.

Although her outfit was a bit suspicious, this was the Aston area, where people walk around naked in the streets; what she did was relatively normal.

She pressed down her hat, quickened her pace, and raised her wristband.

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The red dress accentuated the woman's graceful figure, while the semi-sheer black stockings beneath added a touch of sexy allure.

The woman stood in front of a huge floor-length mirror, smiling as she admired her beautiful figure.

She appears to be dressed up for a beautiful ball.

"Perhaps you should take a look at this," the door to the room was slowly pushed open at that moment, and a somewhat sexy woman walked in with a tablet in her hand.

"What could be more important than my outfit for a concert?"

The woman in the red dress confidently and charmingly took the tablet. What came into her view was a somewhat blurry photo. In the photo, a young girl, who was completely covered up, was fixing her beautiful long silver hair.

"What beautiful hair," the woman in the red dress chuckled softly, looking at the sexy woman in front of her. "So, does that mean we can finally get the 30% balance that's been held back for five years?"

"But she's on the street now..."

The sexy woman was clearly hesitant.

"Haven't there been a lot of gang fights in the Aston area lately?"

The woman in the red dress casually placed her tablet on the table.

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Heo walked out of Roger's private clinic carrying a metal box.

Although he managed to buy the items, this guy really went all out. Even with Roy's current wealth as a small business owner, paying him was a bit painful.

He Ao returned to the car, placed the metal box on the passenger seat, and was about to start the vehicle.

His bracelet suddenly rang.

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Chapter 118 Uncle, it seems like someone is following me. (Please subscribe)

"Earlier today, the city council formally launched the impeachment trial against Mayor Venter. If the impeachment motion receives more than two-thirds of the votes in the city council, the mayor will be successfully impeached."

Under Dawn City and federal law, if the impeachment is successful, Mayor Vent will become the first mayor in Dawn City's history to be impeached and removed from office. He will then be prosecuted for treason, illegal possession of exotic animals, and election manipulation.

Mayor Vent stated that these charges were fabricated by the opposition and that he had no connection to the alien invasion incident that occurred more than two weeks ago. He claimed that no one employed by the government in the current administration was involved in this absurd incident.

He angrily stated that this was a trampling of democracy in Dawn City, and that some dirty, despicable people were attempting to overthrow the democratically elected mayor by inciting the public. He urged the public not to believe the rumors and take to the streets to protest, but to stay at home.

click -

The news broadcast stopped abruptly, and Naomi put down the remote control.

"Aren't you worried about the mayor? Maybe he'll be dismissed this time?"

Bourne turned his gaze from the off television and looked at Naomi.

"What does it matter to me whether the mayor is dismissed or not?" Naomi rolled her eyes. "Even if a new mayor comes in, will he be able to help me get rid of my credit card bills and student loans?"

She looked ahead and said, "Perhaps we should be more worried about ourselves now."

A group of armed gangsters stood at the restaurant entrance, grinning maliciously at them, and the young man who had harassed her yesterday after taking too much drugs was also among them.

"So you notified Roy?"

Bourne slowly raised the shovel in his hand.

“I just called him,” Naomi glanced at Bourne, “You’d look more intimidating with a kitchen knife than a spatula.”

"If I switch to a kitchen knife, would you consider spending the night with me?"

Bourne struck a slightly seductive pose.

Naomi rolled her eyes and stared ahead.

“Hey girl, unfortunately, we meet again,” the scarred man at the front slammed his gun on the table in front of Naomi. “You guys beat up my little brother yesterday, you owe me an explanation.”

Naomi recognized the scarred man; his name was Marcus, and he was the leader of the Loach Gang.

The Mudfish Gang, a small gang operating in the neighborhood, was originally an vassal of the Crocodile Gang. The shop manager before Roy returned had colluded with the Mudfish Gang to take over the shop.

Later, with Naomi's help, Roy figured out the former store manager's scheme. With the help of a friend he had met in the Crown District, he asked the Money Rat, a treacherous outsider who wanted to expand his influence in the Aston District, for help and barely managed to save the store.

Of course, the price is that the Money Rat Gang takes 10% of the sales revenue, but this price is not high, much better than losing the store.

At this moment, Naomi realized that the young man from yesterday wasn't some drug-addicted thug, but rather bait thrown out by the Loach Gang as a pretext. These guys were taking advantage of the Crocodile Gang's split and the chaos within the Aston District's gangs to launch another attack on this place.

The idea for the shop.

"Hey girl, tell me, what kind of explanation are you going to give my brother?" Marku chuckled, leaning closer and touching Naomi's cheek. "We just landed a big order, and time is of the essence."

boom--

A sharp gunshot rang out suddenly, and a hot bullet flew past Mark's cheek in an instant, crashing into the wall beside him.

"Who?"

Marcus instinctively reached for the gun on the table.

But his hand, which reached for the gun, was grabbed by another hand in an instant. Then he felt himself being lifted up by a tremendous force, followed by a knee strike to his abdomen, sending him flying and crashing into the restaurant entrance.

"Which bastard is that?"

The excruciating pain in his abdomen made Marku momentarily unable to exert any strength. After a few seconds, he managed to sit up, supporting himself with his elbows.

Then he felt something cold touch his forehead.

“Hmm,” Heo said, his index finger on the trigger, calmly looking at Maku, whose forehead he had the gun pressed against. “What kind of explanation do you want?”

One of the henchmen realized what was happening and instinctively tried to raise his gun.

He raised his other hand, revealing another exquisite black pistol.

boom--