Life Game In Other World
Chapter 550: This is Where I Grew Up (Extra Long - , Asking for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 550: Chapter 550: This is Where I Grew Up (Extra Long Chapter, Asking for Monthly Votes)

The hurricane whir swirling from the helicopter slashed across the dark night sky, two hazy shadows leapt down from the helicopter in the sky, landing in front of a small building still aflame.

"The scent of blood is strong, many have died."

The person on the left, dressed in casual white attire, stepped on the overgrown weeds, his gaze falling on the somewhat desolate open main entrance of the small building.

"We can’t get in touch with those mercenaries."

The shadow on the right, wearing black combat suit, glanced at the laser sniper cannons that were still ablaze on either side.

"One hundred men and they couldn’t stop a D-level Transcendent," the person in casual clothing snorted coldly, "even if there were one hundred pigs standing in the way, the enemy wouldn’t have been able to kill them all in such a short time."

"Who’s there?"

The figure on the right in the combat suit suddenly raised his head, looking deeper into the small building.

Then his figure vanished in an instant, flitting into the small building, and a few seconds later, a mercenary clad in exoskeleton armor and clutching various pieces of equipment was hauled out by the neck and thrown to the ground.

"So, you’re the only mercenary left here?"

The casually dressed shadow looked down at the mercenary, and through the dim firelight, he saw some mottled blood on the mercenary’s face.

"Dead," the mercenary seemed to recall something, instinctively shrinking back a little and moving his body, "Most are dead."

"Killed by the target?"

The person in the combat suit asked in a low voice.

"They are all dead."

The mercenary’s body stiffened on the spot as if haunted by some horrific image.

"Waste," the figure in casual clothing squatted down, looking at the mercenary, "Where’s your commander? Dead too? What about those who were injected with the Gene Potion?"

"The commander is dead,"

the mercenary finally began to snap back to reality, gazing at the two figures in front of him. Backlit by the moonlight, he couldn’t discern their appearances, "Are you from the higher-ups?"

Then he quickly explained, "Most are dead, the rest fled."

"So you stripped those dead people of their belongings to sell on the black market for some cash?"

The figure dressed in the combat suit also squatted down, placing his hand on the mercenary’s head, the broad palm enveloping the mercenary’s cheek, "Where’s the target then? Where did the target go?"

"The target was picked up by a black sedan," the mercenary’s voice started to tremble, fear spreading through his body, "Don’t kill me! Please, don’t kill me!"

Crack—

Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, blood splattered under the cover of night.

"I know you don’t like deserters who steal from their dead comrades," the casually dressed figure stood up, patting off the blood splatter on himself, "but now that you’ve killed him, how are we going to report this to the Boss?"

"The Boss never cares about the details,"

the figure in the combat suit also stood up and began walking outside, "He only cares whether the mission is completed, whether the target is still alive, and what the board of directors cares about is whether the target will incur any losses to the Consortium."

"I don’t know if the target will cause losses to the Consortium, but you’ve ruined my newly purchased high-end bespoke casual attire."

The casually dressed figure followed the person in the combat suit, continuing to rub the bloodstains on himself.

"There’s been skid marks for a while now,"

the person in the combat suit squatted next to the road, his bloodied palm gently brushing over the dark marks on the ground, then he stood up, looking toward the darkness at the end of the street, where buildings flickered with light and appeared sporadically under the cover of night, "Once the target enters the West District, it will be difficult to find."

He glanced at his companion in casual wear, "Throw it in the washing machine and see if it comes out clean."

"This is a high-end bespoke piece!"

The casually dressed figure let go of his grip somewhat helplessly, "Washing machine will ruin the shape, do you even understand art? I shouldn’t have agreed to come with you for the Boss."

"Then who else would you find?"

The figure in the combat suit spoke calmly, "Aiven was killed by the target last night."

Upon hearing that, the casually dressed figure was silent for a moment; he raised his head to follow the person in the combat suit into the depths of the dark and profound city, "It seems the Boss has provoked quite the formidable character this time."

"Three high-level mercenaries injected with C-level Gene Potion, twenty-six mercenaries injected with D-level Gene Potion, three standard mercenary squads mixed together, an experienced elite commander, seven portable laser sniper rifles... Could you survive such an ambush?"

The figure in the combat suit’s voice grew heavier, looking at his companion.

"Escaping with our lives is still possible,"

the figure in casual clothing fell silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Transcendents enhanced by Gene Potion ultimately tend to be weaker, and laser sniper cannons are not without weaknesses. These cannons have charging intervals, and if I can capture a few prisoners to shield me from the blasts, I could escape, albeit at some cost."

"And what about turning the tables on them?"

The figure in the combat suit asked in a low voice.

This time the figure in casual clothing went completely silent.

The quiet night wind brushed across the cheeks of the two, the flames burning on the destroyed laser cannons flickered slightly in the wind.

——

Drip-drip——

From the water pipe wrapped in a towel, crystal clear droplets extended, falling one by one in the old, damp space, making a crisp sound.

Thud——

The hanging light in the dark space suddenly illuminated, bringing a reluctant gleam sufficient for sight to this darkened room.

Thorne opened his eyes and looked around.

He tried to move his hands but found them shackled firmly to a silver chair. He struggled vigorously for a moment, and in an instant, a brief yet intense electric current passed through his body via the silver metal chair, making him stiffen and his body jerk.

After the brief numbness, he finally came to his senses and stopped struggling, instead turning his head to look around, "Heish, show yourself! Heish, come out here!"

His roaring voice echoed in the silent space, but received no response.

He turned his head to look around, noticing people in black neatly positioned around him, locked in chairs similar to his own—these were his subordinates.

Following his shouting, these subordinates also began to groggily wake.

"Boss!"

As they came to their senses, they looked around in surprise, then struggled violently, similarly getting shocked.

Thorne’s gaze searched among his subordinates but didn’t find the familiar figure, and his expression darkened.

They ended up here entirely because of Heish. His sedan had just driven out of the underground parking lot when they were surrounded by Heish’s people coming from all directions. Heish killed his Transcendent bodyguard in front of him in a blink.

Under the threat of the heavy machine guns and Heish’s power, he had no chance to resist and chose to surrender.

Heish administered an anesthetic to them all, and upon waking up, they were all here.

"Mr. Thorne seems to be in good spirits,"

a gentle laugh sounded from one end of the space, following which a woman in a black mermaid dress with burgundy short hair slowly emerged, smiling as she looked at him.

"Heish, I admit that you have outplayed me this time,"

Thorne observed the woman before him, "but I think you know, killing me does you no good. We have no personal vendettas. We’re all businesspeople; we can collaborate."

"We have no vendettas?"

Heish narrowed her eyes, "Thorne, don’t you think someone is missing here?"

"Una..."

Thorne’s expression darkened; his worst fear had materialized.

Una was the last survivor of the Iron Claw Gang, and he was also its core. He knew the contract to assassinate Heish was given to the Iron Claw Gang by him, which was why he had been willing to give refuge to Una.

Although he and Heish had been at odds for a long time, without a clear spark to ignite the tension, the two could at least maintain a basic peaceful relationship on the surface.

Such superficially peaceful relationships were common amongst the intermediaries in Vitland.

But if Una spilled the beans about him hiring the Iron Claw Gang to assassinate Heish, then it would mean Heish had an excuse to deal with him.

You can carry out hits in the shadows, but you cannot let your adversary find out.

"Una betrayed me, and your people were led here by him?"

Thorne’s expression turned grave.

"He didn’t betray you, at least not before I captured all of you,"

Heish revealed a smile.

"How did you find me?"

Thorne was stunned.

His strength was not great; he was just an ordinary C-level Transcendent. The reason he had survived so long in the dangerous underground world was due to his keen perception and sophisticated life-saving skills.

In fact, Una didn’t know his location at first; his people had brought him from somewhere else to that mall. Throughout the process, Una’s network had been cut off, leaving him with no chance to broadcast his position to outsiders.

Those who knew his position were his absolute confidants, and even among them, not all were aware of his location. At any given time, only a certain group of people knew, and the ones who knew before were not the same as those who knew after.

Moreover, he was very cautious and had hardly offended anyone powerful. His only real enemy was Heish. It was with such caution that he had become Vitland’s longest-living Intermediary and had gradually climbed to the top Intermediary position in the West District.

"Because you got greedy,"

Heish shrugged her shoulders but didn’t intend to explain how she had determined Thorne’s location.

"You haven’t killed me yet, so you must want something from me,"

Thorne also came to his senses and spoke quickly, "Even if you kill me, someone will quickly take my place. We’re all just dogs of the Consortium. There are many in Vitland who wish to sit in our position.

"You’ve already offended the Consortium and won’t live long. If you let me go, we can work together. I can provide you with cover, information, and help you secure a chance to escape from Vitland. You can go to any city, live off the money you’ve earned over the years, and enjoy the life of a wealthy man. It would be beneficial for both of us. You can trust me."

He watched Heish’s face, very aware of how tempting his offer was.

Heish didn’t respond immediately.

He continued right away, "We don’t have to be mutually destructive; we can work together..."

At that moment, a kid in a washed-out white shirt ran in, whispered something to Heish.

Heish nodded slightly, turned to look at her bracelet, smiled at Thorne, and said,

"It’s past morning now; it seems you all must be hungry and in good spirits. Someone will deliver breakfast to you shortly; I hope you enjoy it."

After speaking, she turned and, together with the child, walked into the darkness.

"Heish, did you hear me? We don’t have to be mutually destructive!"

Thorne watched Heish’s retreating figure and roared again.

He became agitated, and a jolt of electricity ran through his body from the chair, briefly paralyzing him.

Heish did not respond, her graceful figure gradually disappearing into a hazy darkness.

"That b*tch," Thorne gasped for air as he relaxed from the paralysis, leaned back in his chair, spat, and took a deep breath, "What on earth is she thinking?"

"Boss, I think I know where we are."

A black-clad subordinate sitting beside Thorne, looking in the direction the child had gone, seemed to remember something, and quickly said, "This is the Zhalote District."

"Zhalote, the trash city?"

Thorne was taken aback.

"Yes," the subordinate spoke slowly, "There are rumors that Heish... that b*tch was born in the Zhalote District."

Hearing this, Thorne lowered his voice; he realized he might have misjudged Heish,

"How did this b*tch get to where she is now."

——

"You’re awake?"

Amid the grating sounds of medical machinery, He Ao slowly opened his eyes. He struggled to sit up in bed and looked at Heish, who had just pushed open the door and entered.

The sound of whooshing air came from a corner of the room, apparently the hum of an air purifier.

Bright light poured in through the surrounding windows; it seemed to be daylight, but all the windows were frosted and did not reveal anything outside.

"Where’s the doctor?"

He Ao sat up from the bed, his back wound aching slightly from the movement but much improved. He glanced at the myriad of medical apparatus around him; this seemed to be a specially crafted medical room.

"The doctor’s gone," Heish passed him a bottle of nutrient solution, "He finished up last night and left, said he’d done all he could, and whether you survive is up to you now."

"Looks like I’m lucky."

He Ao smiled and took the nutrient solution, taking a sip.

In the process of advancing to C-level, the power of Secret Medicine will remodel the structure of the body, enhance the soul to some extent, and promote cell repair, granting the advancer far greater than usual bodily recovery capabilities.

He Ao, with several promotion experiences under his belt, was already quite clear about the process, which is why he dared to risk being injured.

He Ao lifted the nutrient solution in his hand and took a sip, when suddenly he realized that his clothes had been changed to a soft and comfortable hospital gown.

He was stunned for a moment, then reached for his chest.

"Here!"

A silver pendant was passed to him by Heish; the bloodstains that had covered the pendant the previous evening had been wiped clean, the silver surface reflecting a faint, hazy glow.

"Last night, I had someone help you take off your clothes for surgery to stitch up your wounds. This was a bit of a hindrance, so I took it off for you. I only cleaned the blood from the outside. I didn’t open it; if there’s blood inside, you’ll need to wipe it yourself. Now it’s back to its rightful owner."

"Thank you."

He Ao took the pendant, gently opened it, and gazed at the photo inside.

Some blood had seeped into the edges of the pendant, and there were also some stains on his wife’s photo.

A pair of delicate and pretty hands extended him a wet wipe.

"Thanks."

He Ao received the wet wipe, rubbed with a bit of force, and cleaned the blood inside the pendant. Then, he looked up at Heish, who was still in her mermaid dress, "Did you stay up all night?"

"I caught a little sleep leaning on the chair but didn’t have time to change clothes,"

Heish shrugged her shoulders, casually unfastened her mermaid dress to let it transform into pants, "You mentioning it, I just realized this dress indeed hinders movement."

She sat down on a chair nearby, took out a bottle of nutrient solution, drank several gulps with a ’glug glug glug’ sound, and while looking at He Ao she said,

"Since you’ve survived, remember to pay the medical bill. It’s a total of 120,000 federal coins. The doctor assisting you last night is my friend; it would be awkward to have them wait, so I had to cover it for you first. Just remember to transfer the money to me, I’ve already sent you the bill."

"That’s quite cheap for medical expenses,"

He Ao glanced around and found his smart wristband next to the respirator at the bedside.

For this level of emergency surgery, at a hospital under Stars Pharma or the Welme Medical Consortium, the bill would be at least in the millions, and after insurance, it might even be more expensive than this.

"Of course, after all, the doctor is a long-time friend of mine. This is the discounted price already,"

Heish put down her nutrient solution, smiled, and joked, "Though, there was an option for health insurance. The hospitals nearby that accept insurance all belong to the Welme Medical Consortium. If you’re not afraid of the doctors injecting weird stuff into your veins, I’d actually recommend that."

"It’s as if you would dare to step foot into a Welme Consortium hospital."

He Ao shrugged, operated his wristband, and transferred the money to Heish.

While working in the lab, Jess never lacked money. Despite donating most of it, he still had a comfortable few million in assets.

Heish’s wristband vibrated slightly, then she looked up in surprise at He Ao, "Are all professors as wealthy as you? I should’ve charged more on the bill."

"Too late."

He Ao smiled; he knew Heish was joking.

Judging by Heish’s surprised expression, she might have even prepared herself for not being able to reclaim the medical costs she had advanced.

"Is it morning already?"

He Ao sat up on the hospital bed and slowly made his way toward the door.

"It’s been just one night, and your body’s recovery ability is that strong? What kind of abnormal Talent Sequences do you have?"

Heish looked at him in amazement, then hesitantly stood up, "Eh, don’t open the door."

"Hm?"

He Ao, who had already reached the door and touched the doorknob, paused and turned to look at Heish.

And as he turned, it seemed that he triggered some mechanism, causing the surrounding frosted glass to instantly become transparent.

A city district piled high with dirty garbage appeared in He Ao’s field of view,

"What is this?"

"This is where I grew up."

Heish stood up and looked out the window.