Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1150: Unity and Elders (Two more - s for monthly votes)

Chapter 1150: Chapter 1150: Unity and Elders (Two more Chapters for monthly votes)

Owai’s words were not only addressed to ’Mr. Viko’, but also to He Ao who was standing aside.

This was tantamount to swearing allegiance to the new ’City Government’.

It was also Owai’s response to He Ao’s statement that "military orders come from the same source".

Since He Ao could entrust the City Defense Army to him, he would also steadfastly stand with He Ao and the ’Mayor’ chosen by He Ao.

Maintaining the same core, ensuring that the City Defense Army does not conflict with the City Government, and that all orders come from the same source.

He Ao glanced at Owai and nodded silently.

"Thank you, General Owai. The people of Minte will remember your service."

At this moment, Mr. Viko nodded vigorously and quickly said.

Owai looked up at him, his eyes imperceptibly passing over He Ao’s expression, then he let go of his hand and laughed, "Mr. Viko is indeed young and promising, young and promising indeed."

He deliberately looked at He Ao while saying these words.

Mr. Viko did not understand the meaning of the words, but He Ao did.

Being young and promising means being too young to sit in a high position, lacking in maturity.

Owai was expressing his ’doubts’ about Mr. Viko through these words.

Loyalty has been displayed, opinions have been exchanged, and now it is about deeper matters: understanding one’s comrades as well as the team’s strength and situation.

At the same time, he directly expressed his own worries and concerns.

After all, the tasks they are handling are not child’s play; the slightest carelessness could lead to disastrous consequences.

"Mr. Viko is very courageous,"

He Ao glanced at the bullet holes on Mr. Viko’s body and casually remarked, "Everything he has now, he has earned through his own efforts."

Owai looked at the bullet holes on Mr. Viko’s body, seemingly reminded of the report he received about Viko.

"Indeed, Mr. Viko’s courage and daring are exceptional."

Owai nodded in agreement, acknowledging He Ao’s comments.

At least in terms of will and courage, Mr. Viko is excellent.

Although this does not mean he can be a good Mayor, at least he has the prerequisites to be a good teammate.

And given the current situation, he was indeed the only choice.

Mr. Viko looked up at the two beside him.

He always felt that there were hidden meanings in the words of these two old foxes.

But he wasn’t completely insensitive, he vaguely heard that Owai was ’questioning’ him, while ’Suote’ next to him had convinced Owai.

Ultimately, he is still too young with no achievements or experience in governance, it is very normal for others to distrust him.

"The Chaotic Believers in the city are not yet completely cleared out."

He Ao looked at the snowflakes scattering across the sky, speaking softly.

Lokte had placed Chaotic Church ’bodyguards’ around his trusted confidants, and these Chaotic Believers, after killing the people they were supposed to protect, mostly ran away and are now hiding in the city.

Although Denock is dead, these Chaotic Believers are still around.

"We may need Mr. Viko and myself to first head to the City Defense Army Command Center,"

Owai clearly understood He Ao’s words, turned to Mr. Viko, and quickly said, "Before everything is truly settled, I will be responsible for Mr. Viko’s security. Unless someone steps over my dead body, no one can ’assassinate the Mayor.’"

"That’s not necessary, I am much less important than you, General Owai."

Mr. Viko said almost instinctively.

At this moment in time, Owai is indeed much more important than him, and he truly believes it.

"You are important,"

He Ao glanced at him, calmly interrupting him, then looked at Owai, "Thank you for your effort."

Owai turned back to look at Mr. Viko and gently nodded, "It’s my duty."

If He Ao had entrusted the ’Mayor’ to him, he, if sufficiently greedy, could actually directly control the City Government himself.

In a sense, this is also a form of trust.

In the brief time he spent with ’Suote’, he suddenly realized a feeling completely different from his interaction with ’Lokte’.

There is no targeting or guarding; if you have the capacity to take charge of this power, then you are given full control and even the space to maneuver.

Knowing how to utilize people and placing the right people in the right positions.

This not only requires trust, but also requires the leader himself to possess great courage and also ’confidence’—a leader’s confidence in his own team.

Of course, the ’leader’ also has tremendous confidence in himself; the ease with which he gives power away proves the confidence he has in his ability to reclaim it easily.

Indeed, he has the capability to do so.

In terms of personal charisma, ’Suote’ indeed far surpasses Lokte.

Mr. Viko opened his mouth, but said nothing else.

And just as they were talking, the helicopter in the distance had completely landed.

Several figures dressed in medical attire walked down from the helicopter, stood beside it, and looked in their direction.

Owai turned his head to look at He Ao, quickly saying, "We are in luck today; the best ’private doctor’ in Minte City is in town today, but she doesn’t save just anyone, only those she deems fit,

he chuckled, "Once I almost died at her doorstep and she didn’t even bother with me; if it hadn’t been for the emergency team from Stars Pharma arriving quickly, I would’ve died, but"

he paused slightly, "Lokte never even got to knock on her door; I talked to her about your situation, and she agreed to come see ’you’."

"Thank you."

He Ao nodded gently and walked toward the helicopter.

He knew Owai would definitely bring a doctor; after all, with Owai betting all his fortunes on following him, Owai was even more concerned about his death than he was himself.

And ’Suote’ is not a local, unfamiliar with the place and does not know many good doctors.

Therefore, He Ao simply waited here for Owai, the local kingpin, to bring the doctor.

And as He Ao took steps forward, Owai suddenly remembered something and spoke,

"Now, Minte City is completely sealed off by the mercenary corps of two major consortia. If supplies cannot come in, even if we can lock the city gate, we will eventually starve to death here. What should we do next?"

This statement describes the current situation of Minte City, and also inquires of He Ao, ’the promises you made to me, how will you fulfill them’.

Only by resolving the present issue does the future promised by He Ao hold any possibility.

Hearing his words, He Ao did not stop his steps but continued forward in the cold snowy night, leaving behind only a calm and chilly response,

"Wait."

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The medical personnel in white attire quickly operated the surrounding equipment, while He Ao walked through the crowd directly to the stretcher bed set up in the middle of the helicopter.

"Sit, let me take a look."

A woman clad in a white lab coat, wearing plain glasses and with silver-gray hair tied up in a bun, was currently standing in front of the bed, organizing the surgical instruments.

He Ao sat on the bed, stretched out his hands, and removed his blood-stained coat and inner shirt, revealing muscles that undulated like dragons and snakes, and the dense wounds and bloodstains all over these muscles.

The woman glanced at the blood and muscles on He Ao’s body, fell silent for a moment, then turned around and rummaged through a cabinet nearby, pulling out several cans of medicine and some shiny, sharp needles and blades exuding a grayish-white glow.

Then she looked at the dense scars on He Ao’s body and spoke slowly, "I don’t have any Transcendent anesthetic that can numb you right now. My knife is an Extraordinary Item, very effective and can aid in your treatment, but it will be very painful. If you can’t endure it, I won’t be able to treat you now, and you may leave."

"No need for anesthesia,"

He Ao shook his head and calmly said, "Just treat me the way you suggested."

The woman fell silent for a moment, then put on her gloves and picked up the equipment beside her.

She extended her hand, and while using some type of spray with a ’sizzle’ sound, she tore off the pieces of clothing that had stuck to He Ao’s body.

Then she began to clean the wounds on He Ao’s body, which were mixed with dust and tiny stones that had lodged into his skin at some unknown time.

Bright red blood flowed out along the waterproof mat on the floor.

After who knows how long, the blood on the ground somewhat cleared, and the woman picked up a sharp blade nearby.

She looked at the figure in front of her and slowly extended the knife.

This world never lacks individuals who deem themselves as heroes, but when real pain emerges, the majority of them reveal their true nature.

She knew very well that when the figure in front of her said "no need for anesthesia," he simply didn’t realize how painful her knife was.

This was a very effective knife, cutting through the skin of Transcendents with ease, even offering a bit of healing effect, but each slice brought excruciating pain, as if being flayed endlessly.

Those with low pain tolerance could be knocked unconscious with just a touch.

She didn’t bother to explain, simply tested with a touch of the knife; knowing the pain, he would naturally give up.

The sharp scalpel slowly touched the scarred and tough flesh, cutting into the firm flesh.

The surrounding space was unusually quiet, the man seated there was silent, not making a single sound, like a serene statue.

The female doctor slowly applied a bit more force, letting the blade cut deeper into the decaying flesh.

In response to her, there was still that deadly silence.

She lowered her head, looking at the surgical knife in her hand.

If it weren’t for the fact that the blade still easily cut through the tough flesh and its intangible power began healing the wound, she would have thought she had the wrong knife.

She looked at the man in front of her, glanced at his densely muscled body, and after a brief moment of silence, she lowered her head and began to slowly remove the injured, necrotic muscles on He Ao’s body.

Some wounds were bone-deep, and the necrotic flesh also revealed bone.

She operated knife after knife, and all that responded to her were the blinking instrument noises and the somewhat muffled outside wind sound.

The man sitting there remained silent, as if a sculpted statue.

If not for the need to change positions from time to time, the figure in front of her would have switched positions.

The woman even began to wonder if she was dealing with a ’dead person’.

After an unknown amount of time, a dull female voice finally broke the silence, "Don’t you feel anything?"

"I do,"

a deep voice slowly opened, "Your knife is heavy."

The woman lowered her head toward her slightly overly-deep surgical knife and immediately retracted the blade, "Sorry."

"It’s okay, your control over strength is impressive,"

the voice spoke calmly, "So many cuts, only seventeen were off."

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The woman’s hand trembled, almost losing strength again.

She couldn’t tell if he was praising or condemning her.

But if he could actually discern every minute movement of her knife, separating lighter from heavier touches, then the degree of his sensation was terrifying.

This sensitivity also made the ’pain’ he perceived far more ’clear’ than usual.

Is this guy really human?

A low inquiry pulled her thoughts back, "What time is it now?"

The woman raised her head, looked at the silently sitting man, and then at the nearby instrument, "It’s almost twelve."

"Can I make a phone call?"

He Ao spoke softly.

Surprised by the question, the woman was startled, "You can move in such pain?"

"I can."

He Ao nodded, reached out, and picked up the wristband he had just taken off.

The woman lowered her head, looking at the surgical knife still embedded in his body, and fell silent for a moment.

Then she silently pulled out the knife.

She raised her head, watching the man pick up the wristband and make a call.

"Who do you want to contact?"

She asked in a low voice.

"An elder."

He Ao paused, then calmly said.

The call was dialed quickly, ringing busy tones.

But when the last busy tone fell, the call still didn’t go through.

"Please continue."

He Ao didn’t try to call again, instead casually turning on the wristband.

General Owai had just sent him a new message.

It was a picture.

Amidst a vast snowy field, a densely packed army was arranging formations, and above these troops in the night sky, a gigantic machine resembling a shell flickered in and out of sight, ’looking’ toward the camera.

He Ao replied with a "received," then put the wristband back.

The woman standing behind him quietly looked on, then resumed the surgery.