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Chapter 164: Avis Group’s ’Apology’ (Please Subscribe, Collect, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Avis Group’s ’Apology’ (Please Subscribe, Collect, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Huimei Communications, that was the small shop run by the underground doctor Roger, whom Regit had known back then.

He Ao dragged his suitcase and carried his briefcase as he entered the shop.

There was nobody in the front store, so He Ao skillfully passed through a side door and entered the private clinic in the back.

"You’re here?"

Roger squatted by a corpse emitting a faint gray glow, tinkering with something, and casually asked.

"Yeah," He Ao crouched down, laid the suitcase flat, and unzipped it to reveal another corpse with a chest that had been pierced through, "It’s a new one."

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He Ao could distinctly feel that Roger fell silent for a moment. He stood up and looked at He Ao,

"Do you think it’s still in time if I call the police now?"

"It’s in time. It was all in self-defense," He Ao shrugged, "Even if it goes to court, they won’t convict me."

Roger glanced at He Ao and then at the two bloodied corpses.

His face was full of a ’Do you think I would believe your bullshit?’ expression.

But he still crouched down, parted the wound on the assassin’s body in the suitcase for a look, "Another D-grade?"

He released the body and stood up, "I haven’t seen a D-grade here for a decade, and you killed two overnight. Are you gathering cabbages here?"

"I might just be luckier."

He Ao reached out and dragged the assassin’s corpse out.

"Don’t just put it anywhere. Those blood stains are hard to clean. Put it over there, on that dissection table."

Roger hurriedly spoke up, seeing him clumsily moving the body.

He Ao cheerfully carried the corpse over,

"The Talent Sequence of this one is most likely Talent Sequence 56: Assassin."

"I shouldn’t have saved that Old Geezer, Now one after another, trouble has come knocking, first that old man, he was fine, just came to buy some stuff, and then you, starting to bring corpses over to me like I love these dead bodies,"

Turning around, Roger looked at Slanca’s body, picked up a scalpel next to him, and continued dissecting, "One of these days, if I end up in prison, it will be because of you, kid."

"Going to jail might be pretty good," He Ao positioned the body, "Those that can get in there are all talented people, and you have an endless supply of excellent material, right? As long as you have their consent, it’s all legal."

"Ah, makes sense," Roger rarely agreed, nodding, "Why didn’t I think of that before?"

Then he looked at He Ao, "You’re really something, kid. Think about it, when you die, let me open up your brain and have a look."

He Ao considered seriously for a moment, "I might not leave a complete corpse behind."

"True."

Roger nodded his head.

Neither of them found anything wrong with the topic.

"So can Slanca’s Talent Sequence be extracted completely?"

He Ao walked behind Roger, looking at Slanca’s body.

"Different Talent Sequences require different transcendent materials for extraction. The higher the grade, the longer the extraction time," Roger stopped what he was doing, "This guy’s Talent Sequence should be Talent Sequence 40: Magician, it’ll probably take till this afternoon to extract."

"What about that one?"

He Ao pointed at the assassin set aside.

"Since you already know his Talent Sequence, it will be easier," Roger looked up at the assassin’s corpse, "Tomorrow morning then."

"Good," He Ao tightened his mask and picked up a short sword from the side, "I’ll come to find you tomorrow morning."

If Central Earth’s laws were considered, Roger’s unauthorized dissection of corpses would be illegal.

But while Central Earth has this law, the Federation does not.

However, the Federation has another law: if a body is not cremated within three days of death, it is illegal.

Violating this law, in severe cases, could even result in a conviction with penalties of community service or imprisonment.

Moreover, the law has a specific corpse management department that enforces it very strictly, only slightly less vigilant than the tax bureau in collecting taxes, so even the haphazardly united gang members of Aston District would not dispose of corpses indiscriminately.

He Ao glanced at Roger next to him, who was absorbed in his work, then stepped back and began to pack up.

Roger indeed possessed the ability to extract Talent Sequences, just as He Ao had thought.

This somewhat paranoid and insane underground doctor might not be as simple as he appeared on the surface.

In fact, Vianne had also demonstrated the ability to extract Talent Sequences in front of He Ao, but he did not seek her out.

Firstly, Vianne might not have the ability to extract other Talent Sequences; her knowledge of the Witch Church and its Talent Sequences did not necessarily mean she understood other Talent Sequences as well.

Secondly, and most importantly, Vianne was still too young. If He Ao showed her the dagger and the Butcher Pistol, she would undoubtedly question him about his relationship with Roy and even pursue the matter relentlessly.

This was not what He Ao wanted to see, as his time was extremely limited.

By contrast, Roger was more reserved and profound.

From the last time He Ao borrowed a dagger to buy Transcendent materials from Roger, it was clear that Roger would not ask any questions; he only recognized the dagger of Regit.

With this dagger, it was akin to having a pass that allowed one to request his help at a certain price.

Roger would never ask why, he would simply abide by the agreement and do his part.

Of course, Roger was not without feelings.

After all, anyone who appeared with this dagger would receive his help.

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He Ao carried his suitcase out of the clinic, bought a basic-style backpack from a street stall, and found an alley to take out the clothes hidden within his combat suit and change into them.

He then packed the cloak into the backpack and tucked the dagger inside his jacket.

The clouds in the sky gradually obscured the bright sunlight.

He Ao made a trip home, placed the suitcase inside, took off the combat suit to charge it, and later, washed off any conspicuous bloodstains from his body in the restroom.

After everything was settled, he scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

The chilly tap water wetted parts of He Ao’s hair, causing those strands to stick to his forehead, while the cold water flowed down his chiseled cheeks.

He Ao leaned on the sink, looking at the mirror at the pale, sickly, and somewhat insane youth.

"Joey, come out for lunch."

A gentle and tender voice called from outside the door.

He Ao propped himself up and walked out.

In his view, a somewhat plump middle-aged woman was placing sandwiches on the table.

She was not particularly pretty; time had left deep and shallow wrinkles on her face, her hands were covered with thick calluses—the marks of long-term hard work.

She turned her head to look at He Ao, who was standing at the door of the restroom, leaning on the threshold, and gently revealed a tender smile.

The clouds dispersed, and sunlight filtered into the cramped living room, passing through the middle-aged woman’s ethereal figure.

In the end, everything vanished like smoke in thin air.

Those were but illusions of Joey’s memories.

He Ao propped himself up and walked to the fridge, taking out a cold bread roll and a piece of ham.

He carelessly wrapped the ham in the bread and began to chew in big bites, gazing at the light in the sky that illuminated the earth.

The shadow of the clouds lingered at his feet.

If the two sums of three hundred thousand, totalling six hundred thousand, which Joey’s parents received as compensation, were death indemnities from the mandatory accident insurance bought due to Christos’s "Dangerous Occupation Accident Insurance Act",

Did that mean Avis Machinery Factory had not volunteered a single coin for this accident?

They had never expressed any apologies nor paid any compensation.

No, they did pay some money.

He Ao took a bite of the bread.

They did pay for the lawyer team that opposed Joey in court.