Life Dungeon Game

The boy spread his hands and said bluntly.

"Kid, I'm asking you who gave it to you."

The burly man at the door gripped his short knife and said menacingly.

"See, you don't believe me when I tell the truth."

The boy shrugged, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room.

Those deep eyes were like the darkest night sky, as if they could see into the deepest part of their souls.

The burly man leading the group frowned slightly. He carefully examined the boy's thin body and faintly smelled a trace of blood on him. Then he looked down at the blood-stained strip of cloth in his hand.

The smell of blood might be coming from here.

He paused for a moment, then asked again, "Did the person who asked you to give us this strip of cloth say anything else to you?"

"Everything I want to say is written on the strip of cloth."

The boy shrugged.

"you!"

The burly man at the door instantly gripped the hilt of his knife. "Kid!"

However, the boy at the door ignored him and instead looked at the burly man leading the group, "I've come all this way, aren't you going to reimburse my travel expenses? One hundred federal dollars, thank you."

"You fucking ask us for money?"

The man with the dagger immediately drew it with a whoosh.

"Are you trying to renege on your debt?"

The boy raised his head, stared at him with wide eyes, and looked at him calmly with a deep gaze.

Under that calm gaze, the burly man paused, his hands trembled involuntarily, and he took a half step back.

“Give him one hundred federal dollars.”

The burly man in the lead shook his head.

The burly man with the short sword hesitated for a moment, then took out two fifty-Federal dollars bills and handed them to the boy. "Take this."

The boy picked up the banknotes, checked their authenticity one by one against the light, then nodded with a grin, "Thanks!"

"Little brat."

The man with the dagger cursed.

"Young man,"

The burly man who was leading the group looked at the boy and asked in a low voice, "Are you really not going to say anything else to us?"

"Um,"

The boy put away the banknotes, glanced at the strip of cloth in the burly man's hand, and smiled. "What's inside is very important to you; it concerns your lives."

Then he glanced at the people sitting in the private room, "I've said everything I needed to say, and I've met with everyone."

I'm leaving now.

He then turned and walked toward the elevator.

"Boss, there's something fishy about this kid."

The burly man with the short sword glanced at the burly man in the lead and said in a low voice.

"Stop talking, we all saw it, you were just scared by a little kid."

The burly man sitting in the middle put down his wine glass and laughed heartily.

"I just lost my balance!"

The burly man with the short sword immediately retorted, "I drank too much and got a little drunk."

"What nonsense are you talking about? We didn't see you drinking! Hahaha!"

The burly man in the middle immediately shouted.

"Would you like to try my knife?"

The burly man with the short knife immediately raised his knife and glared angrily at the burly man in the middle.

"This kid might be being watched by the opposing forces. There are all sorts of supernatural powers in this world, so it's not unreasonable for some strange things to happen."

The burly man leading the group interrupted their conversation.

"Then boss, why didn't you...?"

The man with the sword sitting next to him made a throat-slitting gesture.

"He was sent by the other side after all, and keeping him around might help us find them,"

The burly man leading the group shook his head and looked at the woman with the black snake tattoo. "Follow him and see where he's going."

"Ok."

The woman with the black tattoo immediately stood up, left the private room, and headed towards the elevator.

She stood in front of the elevator, watched it descend to the first floor, and then pressed the button to turn it on.

At this moment, the leader of the men in the private room glanced at the man sitting in the middle of the room and said, "Call the owner of this restaurant and have her come up and prepare an email address that can hide our address."

"Boss,"

The sword-wielding man sitting next to him asked in a low voice, "Are you going to contact them over there? Could he be bluffing us?"

“We can give them some intelligence,”

The leading man shook his head and laughed, "The main church of the heretical sect is not so easy to enter. Once they discover the tight security of the main church, they will naturally come back to us. At that time, whether they live or die will be up to us."

“If they are docile and willing to accept our doctrines, then we can recruit them; if they are not docile, we can just find a way to make them cannon fodder.”

"Boss, brilliant!"

The burly man sitting in the middle immediately gave a thumbs up and raised his wristband to make a phone call.

At that moment, the burly man's bracelet vibrated. He looked up at the bracelet, startled, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Lost?"

They just came downstairs, right?

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First floor bar lobby

The voluptuous, tall woman in the red dress stubbed out her cigarette and put down her bracelet. "I was just selling information. Do these people think I'm a maid?"

She glanced at the bracelet, then finally sighed, "Oh well, what can I do when these people pay so much?"

She stood up and stretched. "Just got back from the FBI and already got into trouble with these big shots. What a miserable life."

Just then, she felt a figure quickly walk past her and head towards the door.

She froze for a moment.

child?

Which bastard let the kid in?

She looked up, but could no longer see the child.

Hallucinating?

She rubbed her temples with her fingers smeared with red nail polish, then held out her hand and pointed to the nearest one.

waiter,

"Someone, go and block the door, and check everyone's age carefully."

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At that moment, He Ao had already walked out of the bar with the crowd.

A biting cold wind brushed against his cheek, but was blocked by a soft scarf.

As he expected, these people had no good intentions.

But that's normal; he can't possibly meet everyone who's a good person, and the enemy of my enemy isn't necessarily my friend.

Of course, if the enemy of the enemy is used well, it can also help relieve some of his pressure.

During that recent 'meeting,' he had already used the spiritual vision and divine sense of a hidden observer to roughly gauge the other party's strength.

Six people, two C-level and four D-level, and the leader must have some kind of powerful supernatural item.

He has done everything he wanted to do through this meeting; now all that's left is for the show to begin.

He looked up at his surroundings again, where twisted supernatural forces were hidden in the corners of the nearby streets.

The forces from this area could easily fill a mahjong table.

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Inside an abandoned building outside the bar

A man dressed in a white robe with a gentle and refined appearance stood in front of a window without glass, holding binoculars and looking at the bar in the distance.

"Lord Levins, those heretics are still gathered inside. Should we make a move?"

A young man, also dressed in a white robe, quickly walked over.

"Don't rush,"

Levins shook his head and put down his binoculars. "There are so many people in this bar, from all over the storm zone. If something happens, it will be bad for our mission. Forcing our way in and causing chaos will only give them a chance to escape."

"Everyone should remain in plain clothes and continue to monitor everyone entering and exiting through the various passages. Also, contact the believers who frequent bars and have them check the lobby and private rooms in turn, keeping it discreet."

"Yes!"

The young man nodded.

At that moment, a young man in white robes rushed in from behind. He took out a document and handed it to Levins. "Lord Levins, this is intelligence from the main church about the clearing of the stronghold in the Cloud District this afternoon. It may be related to the gathering of these heretics."

Levins took the document, quickly flipped through it, and casually asked, "After the support team was repelled by the FBI, haven't their reports come out yet?"

"No,"