Life Game In Other World
Chapter 147: The Night (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: The Night (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

"A large box of milk, three bars of nut chocolate, anything else you need, sir?"

The convenience store clerk with a few freckles on her face looked up at He Ao.

"Hmm," He Ao shifted his gaze from his reflection on the glass cabinet and glanced at the front desk, resting his eyes behind the clerk, "Get me one of those folding knives."

Then he paused, looking at the cabinet next to the cashier, "And a deck of playing cards."

"All right, sir, that will be eight federal coins in total, will you be paying by card or cash? Do you need a bag?"

The clerk gathered everything together and looked at He Ao.

"By card, no need."

He Ao swiped his wristband in front of the card reader, and after a crisp ’beep’, the clerk pushed the items toward him.

He Ao took out the folding knife and the deck of cards, stashing them in his pocket, then tore open the milk box and drank half of it in front of the clerk, before gripping a nut chocolate bar and walking out of the convenience store.

Nut chocolate bars are high in energy and fat, while a large box of milk helps replenish protein. These items could provide He Ao with a quick, temporary energy boost.

Even so, that replenishment wasn’t enough.

He Ao’s gaze fell on the convenience store’s glass curtain wall, which reflected his current appearance, an ostensibly gentle and frail-looking, somewhat sickly youth.

Joey inherently looked youthful, and this frail appearance made him seem not the least bit intimidating.

At that moment, He Ao’s wristband vibrated. It was a spending notification from Nord Bank.

The factory’s death compensation was three hundred thousand per person, totaling six hundred thousand for both parents.

After paying off all the housing loans and the various consumer loans and credit card debts of his parents, around fifty thousand remained.

Out of this fifty thousand, the costs for the graveyard and the funeral expenses took about fifteen thousand, leaving only thirty-five thousand.

Joey himself had no savings at all.

Which means, all He Ao had on him that originally belonged to Joey was that thirty-five thousand.

He Ao crammed all the nut chocolate bars into his mouth, then downed the rest of the milk in gulps, throwing the trash into the bin at the entrance of the convenience store and headed deeper into the street.

This was the border between Aston District and Kwei District, the place where the gang member had agreed to meet with ’Joey.’ They had chosen this place because in the chaotic Aston District, nothing was too bizarre.

He Ao liked this place too.

He had only walked five or six hundred meters when a silver knife emerged from a nearby alley, blocking He Ao’s path, "Kid, did you bring enough money?"

"I don’t have that much money."

He Ao looked up at the source of the voice, seeing a man in a leopard-print jacket with a mohawk and silver hoop earrings standing before him.

"Don’t have it? Your parents died, and you were compensated so much money, and you’re telling me you don’t have it?"

The man sneered and slowly stepped out of the alley, "Since you’ve come, you must leave something behind, right? Either money or life, make your choice."

He raised the silver knife and slapped He Ao’s cheek with the flat of the blade, "You’ve got such a pretty-boy face; selling you to a host club could make a decent sum."

Super Memory, activate.

As the knife slapped towards He Ao, He Ao immediately grabbed the man’s wrist, squeezing tightly to immobilize him, then kneed him in the stomach.

The man’s face stiffened, and he was sent flying into the wall, then rebounded back, rolling on the ground in agony.

The silver knife remained in He Ao’s hand.

He Ao deactivated Super Memory and, with feigned weakness, approached the man, "Tell me, who gave you my information."

The death of He Ao’s parents was known to the corporation, the neighbors, and his parents’ coworkers at the factory.

But this didn’t include gang members from afar in Aston District.

They had to have a source for their information.

"I, I don’t know..."

The man covered his stomach, his face twisted in pain.

"Speak or die," He Ao watched him calmly, "Make your choice."

The man stopped writhing and looked at He Ao with a tremble.

He couldn’t understand how the student, who had been weak and easily bullied this morning, had turned into a merciless demon by the afternoon.

He shrank his head, "I don’t know either, our boss asked me to find you."

"Take me to your boss."

He Ao glanced at him and briefly activated Super Memory before casually throwing the small knife in his hand, which flew out and stuck into the cement ground, grazing the man’s cheek.

Feeling the cold blade pressed against his cheek, the man shivered, enduring the acute pain, and shakily got up,

"I’ll take you, I’ll take you."

——

As the night gradually darkened, He Ao fiddled with the small knife, following behind the man, passing through increasingly deserted streets.

He opened his personal attribute panel

[He Ao (Joey)]

[Permission Level: Ordinary Player]

[Physical Attributes: 105（8）]

[Skills: Talent Sequence 272: Super Memory (Soul Binding) (D-grade), Basic Firearms Mastery (Soul Part)]

[Mechanical Modification: None]

[Martial Arts: Essence Refinement and Qi Transformation (D-grade) (Not Usable)]

[Character Skills: None]

Joey was an ordinary person.

He had no formidable firearms talent, no years of martial arts training, nor a father with many secrets.

He didn’t even have any relatives to rely on; his only support were his parents, who had died in an accident.

He was alone, weak, and insignificant.

In the face of desperation, he couldn’t find any chance to resist.

He Ao closed the attribute panel and noticed the man with the cock’s comb hairstyle was clutching his neck, gradually quickening his pace.

Then he looked up at the street ahead, a silent street with only a trembling bright light hanging at the very front, swaying slightly.

The pitch-black night was deep and silent, like a beast that swallowed everything.

He Ao’s steps paused, and he slightly retreated.

"Brothers, fire, kill this bastard!"

The man with the cock’s comb hairstyle suddenly rushed forward and at the same time, fully armed men burst out from the darkness, bullets pouring down behind the man with the cock’s comb like a violent storm.

The bullet rain lasted for several tens of seconds, everyone with their eyes closed, pulling the trigger, intent on riddling the man who dared to challenge their authority with holes.

In fact, as soon as the man with the cock’s comb was caught by He Ao and brought this way, a lookout had already spotted them from afar.

They had set a trap here long ago, waiting to give He Ao a ’surprise,’ and when the man with the cock’s comb saw this scene, he understood the gang’s intention and devoted himself to the act of deceiving He Ao.

When the smoke from the bullets cleared, everyone looked forward to see only an empty street, devoid of any human figure.

He Ao was leaning against the wall of the alley, taking a calm breath.

Decades ago when Regit was still messing with gangs, these people used the same tactics. Now, decades later, didn’t these people know to innovate their techniques?

He slowly picked up the small knife he had taken from the man with the cock’s comb and fiercely thrust his hand out, throwing it.

Bang—

The only light bulb on the street was shattered.

The whole street instantly plunged into the silent darkness of the night.

"Turn on the lights... turn on the lights... urk..."

From the darkness, someone’s shout could be heard, and then their voice abruptly ceased, becoming a gurgling sound of some warm liquid flowing into the trachea.