Life Dungeon Game

He turned around and glanced at Bayer. "Sir, they don't seem to have many of them. Should we stop and take them out?"

Bayer glanced back, clutching the last pendant in his hand. After a brief hesitation, he shook his head. "Get rid of them."

"Yes!"

The passenger nodded.

The off-road vehicle immediately accelerated, and after spending a considerable amount of time, they successfully shook off their pursuers and arrived at the agreed meeting point.

Several SUVs were already parked here.

"They're all our own people."

The man in the passenger seat immediately turned around and spoke to Bayer.

"Ah."

Bayer nodded, his gaze fixed ahead on the off-road vehicles, his brow furrowing slightly. This was far smaller than the support he had brought.

At that moment, the car's radio suddenly crackled to life, and a somewhat urgent voice came through the car's speakers: "Lord Bayer, we think we've spotted Lord Swinton. He's in an SUV, and he's over here in the abandoned old building."

Bayer immediately sat up from his seat. "Follow him, we're there right away!"

Swindle's sudden inability to be contacted must mean something has happened, perhaps even a betrayal of the church.

Perhaps Swint orchestrated this whole thing!

If he can find this evidence, he can make up for his mistakes with good deeds.

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Dead Tree Bar

It's already 2 a.m., but the loud dance music still echoes throughout the spacious bar.

As the biggest money pit in the Storm Zone, the Dead Tree Bar is one of the few places in the Storm Zone that can stay lit up all night.

Neon lights and colored lights complement each other.

The darker the night, the brighter the lights in the bar.

Here, the nights are filled with revelry and the lights are as bright as day, making it difficult for the people living there to distinguish between day and night.

He Ao stood at the neon-lit entrance and glanced around the bar.

In some distant corners, those distorted 'patterns' appeared exceptionally dense.

He looked away, pulled his scarf up to cover half of his face, and then mingled into the crowd as he walked into the bar.

As soon as he entered, loud music blasted in his ears. He looked into the crowd and saw that an exciting striptease was being performed on the main stage of the bar.

On the other side of the stage, scantily clad female band members were providing accompaniment for the dancers.

People screamed and made a ruckus to the upbeat music.

He Ao turned his gaze away from the stage and, following the explosive music, continued walking along the crowd deeper into the bar.

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At this moment, in VIP room 305 of the bar, five burly men and a woman with a black snake tattoo on her arm are sitting in the room.

Crystal-clear wine glasses were placed on the coffee table in the private room, and a group of people gathered around them.

The private room was located away from the noisy lobby, so you couldn't hear the loud music.

But quiet also has its troubles; in this stillness,

Those sitting in the private room could clearly hear the sounds of tables and chairs colliding with each other in the next room, along with a woman's voice that accompanied the rhythmic clattering.

"Hey, you next door, be quiet."

A burly man leaning against the wall knocked on the wall and shouted loudly.

"This bar has terrible soundproofing."

The woman with the black snake tattoo picked up her glass and took a sip.

"Boss, are we going to wait here until dawn?"

Another burly man sitting in the corner looked at the burly man sitting near the door.

"The agreed time is dawn,"

The burly man at the door took a sip of his drink. "Let's just wait quietly. Whether they come or not, we've already completed the task assigned by our leader."

"I heard that the heretical sect's entire stronghold in the Cloud District was wiped out?"

The woman with the black snake tattoo chuckled, "Serves her right."

"We don't know if this force that destroyed the stronghold is trustworthy, or if they're willing to cooperate with us,"

The burly man sitting in the middle spoke in a low voice, "To destroy the heretical sect's stronghold, we need at least a lot of peak C-level experts. If we can get their help, our plan will be much easier."

"Even if they are willing to help, we may not necessarily trust them."

The burly man who was knocking on the wall turned around and said, "They're at odds with heretical sects, but they're not necessarily our friends either."

"don’t worry,"

A man with a sword sitting next to the burly leader said, "Since they use the name Novis, they might really have some connection with Novis. If that's the case, they probably have similar goals to us. If we use them well, they can definitely be a great help."

"But what if they are also interested in the Noves,"

The burly man sitting in the middle pondered, "How should we divide the spoils? What if they want what we want?"

“They won’t share the spoils with us; they won’t be our partners,”

The burly man who was leading the group put down his wine glass. He opened the door, glanced outside to make sure no one was there, then closed the door and shook his head. "Their main purpose is to draw the attention of the heretical cults to us."

"At that time, all we need to do is guide them to encounter the heretics first, attract away the main force of the heretics, and we can gain the opportunity to enter the heretics' main church in the storm zone."

"Boss, brilliant!"

The burly man sitting in the corner immediately gave a thumbs up.

"Now, let's just wait quietly."

The burly man at the head of the group took a sip of his drink and looked at the wide window on the other side of the private room.

The night outside the window was pitch black.

"But will those guys really come?"

After a while, the woman with the black snake tattoo said in a low voice, "Maybe they'll send someone to deliver a message or something, to establish contact with us first, or maybe they'll use a drone or something..."

Ding-dong-

She had barely finished speaking when the doorbell for the private room suddenly rang.

Everyone in the private room tensed instantly. The burly man sitting in the corner pulled out a short knife and, under the watchful eye of the burly man in the lead, slowly stepped forward and opened the door.

"Hello, here's the fruit platter you'd like to add."

A man dressed in a neat waiter's uniform stood in the doorway, holding a large fruit platter. "Anything else you'd like?"

Then he glanced at the burly man blocking the door and asked, "Should I let you in?"

"Need not,"

The burly man leading the group at the door shook his head. "No need."

The burly man with the short knife who opened the door readily accepted the fruit platter.

"Then I won't bother you any longer."

The waiter quickly retreated, left the private room, walked along the carpeted corridor to the elevator door, and entered the elevator.

Behind him, the door to the hidden emergency exit opposite 305 was slowly turned open.

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"This waiter startled me."

Inside the private room, the burly man with the short knife placed a fruit platter on the table.

Ding-dong-

Just then, a clear doorbell rang again.

The group exchanged glances, their bodies tensing up once more.

The burly man in the lead glanced at the burly man with the short knife.

The burly man with the short knife straightened up again and then moved towards the door.

He reached out, grasped the doorknob, and slowly turned it open.

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A cool breeze from outside brought the room inside, and the figure of a somewhat thin young boy came into everyone's view.

He was wearing a brand-new down jacket and a red scarf, the fluffy scarf covering half of his face, and staring wide-eyed at the burly man.

"Hey kid, what are you doing? How did you get in here?"

The burly man with the short sword was taken aback. He looked at the young boy and asked.

"this is for you."

The boy glanced at the burly man, rummaged in his pocket, and handed him a wrapped cloth bag.

The burly man was taken aback. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and took the bag, then carefully handed it to the burly man leading the group next to him.

The burly leader opened the cloth bag, inside which was a folded strip of cloth stained with blood. He unfolded the cloth, revealing writing in blood on it.

[A piece of information that will be very useful to you. Exchange it for information from the main church. This information has a time limit. You know where to send it.]

The burly man who was in the lead put down the strip of cloth, looked at the boy at the door, and asked in a deep voice, "Who gave you this strip of cloth?"

"It's for you."