Life Game In Other World
Chapter 288: Boss, I’m Back. (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 288: Chapter 288: Boss, I’m Back. (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

"I heard someone’s paying you to protest? How much did you pocket?"

The wilderness hunter with the gold ring lit up a cigarette and passed one to York.

"Just follow them around and I got two hundred in hand," York smiled as he placed the cigarette in his mouth, "I’ve never made money this easily, but those Organizers must be skimming more off the top, f**k, why do other people always get the good rackets."

"Yeah."

The gold-ringed wilderness hunter sighed as well and then whispered, "Speaking of which, have you got a new target recently?"

"Was just about to tell you," York’s eyebrows twitched as he glanced at the hotel up ahead,

"I saw a big fish yesterday, clearly someone with status among those Wanderers, a refugee. Probably carrying a lot of cash, must be staying at that hotel up front. I wouldn’t dare to hog such a windfall by myself—ask Hank the boss if he’s got time, I’ve been staking out the area for the last few days."

"Are you too scared to hog it all to yourself?"

The gold-ringed wilderness hunter chuckled, "You are looking to get in good with the boss, to show your loyalty, aren’t you?"

"Look at you, putting it that way," York sighed, "Times have been tough lately; I’m just trying to find a big tree to shelter under."

"Smart boy, Hank the big boss is one of the top dogs among Dawn City’s wilderness hunters," the gold-ringed wilderness hunter exhaled a plume of smoke

"The boss is a bit busy these days; you keep watch for now, he should be free to deal with this after he’s done. But anyone who has status in the wilderness is no pushover, watch your back."

"A bunch of wild brutes, what can they really do? It’s all the same when faced with a gun."

York scoffed and then, with a frown, whispered, "Hank the boss is still busy, is it because those Wilderness Wanderers haven’t fallen in line yet?"

"A few stubborn ones, they’ve been starved for five days, should be quieting down soon. The factory needs the obedient ones, no choice there—it might pay, but it’s never easy."

The gold-ringed wilderness hunter shook his head, "Alright, I’ll go back and discuss this with the boss, you just focus on your stakeout and wait for word."

"Right!"

The two waved goodbye to each other.

As he watched the gold-ringed wilderness hunter’s figure disappear into the distance, York, with his cigarette dangling, turned and walked in the opposite direction.

He had just taken a few steps when, passing a dark alley, he came across a thin man in a leather coat, quietly leaning against the wall, waiting for him.

At first taken aback, York then smiled and said, "You heard all that?"

He Ao leaned against the wall, not saying a word.

"I was planning to use you as my pledge of allegiance, but it seems I’m not so lucky to have run into you by accident,"

York smiled, "But no matter, I’ll kill you and then capture that girl. With the money in my hands, who couldn’t I turn to?"

He drew a white pistol from his jacket, pointing it at He Ao,

"You must’ve heard about the ’rule’ in the city against wanton killing, but sadly, different places in the city have different rules. This here is Aston District, where no one cares if a Wilderness Wanderer dies."

He placed his index finger on the trigger, a smirk on his lips,

"Do you know what this thing is? It’s a Gauss Gun, can blow away half your body in one shot."

"Farewell, savage."

—Pop—

With a crisp sound, a sharp curved knife pierced York’s chest, its pointed tip emerging from his back.

Blood flowed quietly down the blade of the curved knife.

He Ao withdrew the knife, and York’s body stiffened and fell straight down in the dark alley.

In Aston District, no one cares about the death of a wilderness hunter either.

That was also why He Ao chose a hotel located in Aston District.

He lifted the curved knife, its blade reflecting the dazzling neon lights in a kaleidoscope of colors.

He Ao silently observed the blade, which Rona had spent a lot of money to have custom made, and he had been using it ever since. However, after the fight with Bitter Monkey, it had become somewhat nicked.

It was still easy enough for dealing with ordinary people, but against higher-level combat or sturdier alloy materials, it might fall short.

Just then, He Ao’s bracelet vibrated.

Penny sent over a shared location.

While He Ao was dealing with York, Penny had already stealthily followed the Wilderness Hunter with the gold ring.

Penny’s Talent was high, and she was one of the most outstanding hunters among the new generation at the camp. Although her mindset was somewhat unstable now, she was more than capable of executing a simple tracking task.

He Ao sheathed his curved saber, walked out of the alleyway, and chased after the location pinpointed by Penny.

He had sent Penny to follow someone while he handled York, thinking that York, with his arrogant talk, might have some sort of trump card, something Penny might not be able to deal with.

He made this arrangement just to be on the safe side.

Now it seemed that York.

Was just very confident.

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Drip-drip-drip—

In a cold, dim corner, droplets of water fell onto the old concrete floor.

A woman, with dry hair and parched lips, curled up slightly, her weak cheeks streaked with segmented rays of light.

She lifted her head and stared vacantly at the source of the light in front of her.

There, a few burly men were drinking and eating roast chicken, with the bright ceiling lamp above their heads casting dazzling light.

Between the light and the darkness stood a thick iron lattice, drawing a cold line of demarcation.

The perfectly roasted golden brown chicken skin shimmered under the light, reflecting a tempting sheen. The rich aroma wafted through the gaps of the lattice and into the woman’s nostrils.

She looked at the glistening roast chicken.

Her throat moved, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

One of the burly men eating the chicken seemed to notice her gaze fixed on them.

He laughed as he tore off a huge chicken leg, walked to the edge of the lattice, and shook it, "How about it, want to eat?"

The woman looked at the chicken leg and subconsciously opened her mouth slightly. As she did so, her cracked lips tore open, causing a mild pain.

But in the end, she closed her mouth, turned her head away, and refused to look at the chicken leg.

In her field of vision, she saw other people, each as frail and curled up in the room as she was. At that moment, their eyes were also fixed on the chicken leg.

"Haha, what are you all holding out for here?" the burly man laughed,

"Just obey and work in the factory. They provide food and lodging there, no vicious exotic beasts. Isn’t it better than living in the wilderness? Didn’t you come in at first wanting to work in the factory with us?

True, that Old Geezer who ran out before told you that the factory is dangerous, that you might die, but that’s only a possibility, right? There’s also the possibility that you won’t die.

Think about it, will you not die in the wilderness? Not only might you die there, but you could also go hungry. But in the factory, you won’t go hungry. As long as you work obediently, the chance of death is very low.

Moreover, if you continue to be unruly, you’re likely to starve to death soon."

"If it’s so nice, why don’t you go yourself?"

A weak voice came from the crowd.

"Doesn’t that show how kind I am?"

The burly man sneered, placing the chicken leg near his mouth and biting off a large piece, chewing with his mouth full of grease.

Then he stood up and walked back to his seat.

"Boss, are we just going to keep dragging this out with them?"

A lackey at the table asked softly, "I’ve heard that the Hunter team next door has already taken the third batch of people to the factory. Now, they just have to lie in bed and count money every day,"

"No worries," the burly man laughed, "I’ve already worked it out with the factory. Feed them a bit tomorrow, take them to work. The wages might be lower; since they don’t want to cooperate with us nicely, we’ll just have to let them cooperate with the whip."

He didn’t lower his voice when he said this, and the people locked in the corner also heard his words, which immediately stirred a slight commotion.

But they were already too starved to muster any strength to resist, let alone the strength to cause a disturbance.

At this time, the sound of a door opening came from afar. A man with a cigarette in his mouth, adorned with various ornaments, entered,

"Boss, I’m back."