Life Game In Other World
Chapter 648 Chapter: Deciding Life (Major - for monthly ticket)

Chapter 648: 648 Chapter: Deciding Life (Major Chapter for monthly ticket)

Since Cito was asleep on the couch from exhaustion, He Ao was still wearing the clothes he had on when he came back from the funeral home during the day—a suit of old-fashioned, tailored formal attire.

It was Cito’s most expensive attire, the last suit he bought with his wife while she was still alive.

The suit had only been worn at his wife’s funeral, and although nearly seven years had passed, it still maintained an almost brand-new look due to Cito’s careful maintenance.

After enduring the fire, the formal attire had many pills, but overall, it still perfectly outlined He Ao’s aged but erect stature.

"Old Geezer, you’re not dead?"

The short-haired man carrying the drone suitcase recognized He Ao’s face through the dim light. Surprise flashed across his face as he threw the suitcase on the ground, raised his gun to He Ao’s forehead, and stepped in front of his long-haired companion, "What are you trying to do?"

"Asking for directions."

He Ao’s right hand was on his cane, and his left hand was holding his little granddaughter, his voice slow and hoarse.

When he came out holding his granddaughter, the granddaughter only had a set of pajamas on.

He had just chased the drone during which, after confirming the drone’s landing spot, he rested for a while at a nearby shop and bought his granddaughter a pair of slippers to facilitate her walking.

"Asking for directions? Old Geezer,"

Hearing his voice, the short-haired man scoffed, "You’re so old you’re out of breath when you talk, what else do you think you can do?"

This was He Ao’s second elderly role in Copy World, the last time being Regit.

Compared to Regit, who was full of Martial Arts Talent, Cito was older, and his physical condition was far from Regit’s.

Once a person passes sixty, their body begins to age rapidly each year, visibly to the naked eye.

Even Cito, who regularly worked out and maintained visible muscles, felt exhausted after chasing all the way here and the anxiety of rushing out of the fire scene beforehand.

"I want to ask, if I want to find your boss, the one commanding you to do this job,"

He Ao watched the short-haired man, his voice still maintaining a slow and calm rhythm, he continued forward, leading his granddaughter step by step, "Which way should I go?"

"Which way to go?"

The short-haired man put away his gun when he heard this, clutching his belly, bending over with laughter, "Old Geezer, you really want to die, don’t you? Do you know who our boss is?"

He let He Ao walk closer step by step, his long-haired companion also couldn’t help but bend over laughing.

"Close your eyes."

He Ao whispered to his little granddaughter.

When He Ao almost got in front of the two men, the short-haired man suddenly stood up straight, raised his gun to He Ao’s forehead, "Walk to hell, Old Geezer."

At the same time, his long-haired companion also raised his gun towards He Ao, and pulled the trigger.

However, before they could act, He Ao had already reacted. He kicked up with his foot as the short-haired man was raising his gun, his shoe tip striking the man’s wrist precisely.

The short-haired man’s hand shook, failing to grip it securely, and the gun was kicked flying.

Subsequently, He Ao lifted his right hand holding the cane, the handle of the cane thrust forward, hooking the wrist of the long-haired man, he twisted hard, lifting, controlling the long-haired man’s shooting motion.

Then he released his grip on the cane, reached out into the air, and grabbed the falling gun with one hand.

Arm down, aim, fire.

Bright red blood blossomed like a rose on the back of the long-haired man’s head in an instant.

His body leaned back against the SUV, sliding down bit by bit.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, the short-haired man hadn’t reacted yet, only feeling the gun leaving his hand, the gunfire sounding, and his companion was already down.

Then the cold muzzle was pointed at his forehead; trembling, he lifted his head to see the elderly man holding the gun in front of him. He slowly lifted his hands, "Old... Sir, we can talk this out."

"What’s the name of your gang, and where’s the boss?"

He Ao’s tone was still calm.

"Eagle Claw Gang, we’re called the Eagle Claw Gang. Our boss is currently at 35 Saint Joen Ninth Street in the Southern District, in a row house, he’s called Vite."

He said without hesitation.

"Thanks,"

He Ao put down the gun and glanced at the SUV next to him, "This car of yours, do you want me to help you drive it back to your boss?"

"Of course, of course!"

The man with short hair took out a key card from his pocket, squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, and hurriedly said, "Do whatever you want."

He Ao didn’t reach for the key card right away but stretched out his hand to open the rear car door and lifted his granddaughter into the vehicle.

By this time, the granddaughter had opened her eyes and was staring blankly at him.

At the same time, the sound of hurried footsteps came from behind him.

A group of figures rushed out from behind him.

"Let’s see what kind of trouble our killer Wint has run into?"

The group quickly surrounded the alleyway where He Ao was, the leader was a strong man carrying an assault rifle. He looked at He Ao and laughed heartily, "Wint, am I seeing this right? You got held hostage by an ’Old Geezer’ with hair that’s almost entirely grey?"

He Ao didn’t look at the shadows of the men but instead looked at his granddaughter and made a gesture to cover her ears, signaling her to crouch behind the car door.

"Lie on the car, cover your ears, and don’t lift your head,"

He Ao whispered, "Just like when we play hide and seek."

Then, as his granddaughter slowly crouched down, he reached out to close the car door and picked up the cane that had fallen to the ground along with the corpse of the long-haired man.

"An Old Geezer and a kid, hahaha,"

The strong man couldn’t help laughing as he looked at He Ao. He glanced at his subordinates on both sides, then turned his gaze back to He Ao and laughed heartily,

"Old man, this isn’t your playground. You should go back to the nursing home, or you might soil your pants later without a caretaker to clean you up, hahaha."

He Ao calmly turned to look at the strong man, adjusting the blood-stained collar of his suit a bit.

This time, there were a total of five people surrounding him; they formed a half-circle and kept closing the distance with He Ao as they spoke, enclosing him.

And just at that moment, while He Ao’s attention was drawn by the strong man, Wint suddenly rushed out from behind him, pulling out a sharp dagger from his waist and stabbing toward He Ao’s neck.

The strong man saw everything but didn’t take any action, just placed his hand on the bolt of his gun.

He and Wint had been ’teammates’ for many years and knew how to coordinate.

Facing the strong man, He Ao acted as if nothing was happening, continuing to adjust his collar with his gun-holding hand.

And just as Wint was about to reach him from behind, he gently lifted the cane, pointing the tip backward, and thrust it violently.

The hard bottom end of the cane suddenly hit Wint’s lower abdomen, causing his features to crumple in pain, but his hand’s movement didn’t stop.

But by this time, the hand He Ao had been using to adjust his clothes had already reached up, the gun muzzle passing over his shoulder.

Wint looked at the gun muzzle, a painful smile playing on his lips, as if amused.

With no line of sight or aiming, how could it be possible to hit a target?

Bang—

The high-velocity bullet passed through Wint’s head, and his body swayed slightly with the bullet’s powerful inertia before falling back.

He Ao caught a glimpse of the shadow on the wall with a blossom exploding from the back of Wint’s head.

The situation developed rapidly; no one had time to react, yet amidst the sound of gunfire, the burly man in front of He Ao still managed to forcefully pull the bolt of his rifle.

"Shoot, shoot, fill the old geezer with holes..." he yelled, as Wint fell to the ground, his finger on the trigger, aiming his gun at He Ao.

Bang—

A sudden gunshot echoed in an instant.

His marksmanship was poor; not a single bullet hit He Ao, but before he could finish his words, his body instantly stiffened.

He widened his eyes in disbelief, staring down the barrel of He Ao’s gun.

Blood streamed from his forehead as his body leaned back, toppling over.

He had not expected to be shot, but he had indeed sounded the charge. As the gunfire rang out, his fellow henchmen rushed towards him frantically.

These subordinates only carried simple handguns and aimed them continually at He Ao while firing.

Their handling and shooting were amateurish, so they needed to close the distance to shoot more accurately.

He Ao, half-hidden beside the SUV, responded as bullets struck the vehicle’s metal body. He raised his pistol and shot a gang member directly facing him.

Then he rolled forward, raised his gun, and hit a second gang member.

By now, the third and fourth gang members had closed in, their distance from He Ao extremely short.

The third gang member raised his gun to He Ao’s head, but in an instant, He Ao hooked his wrist with his cane, twisted the gun barrel, and shot him right between the eyes.

At that moment, a sharp blade stretched out from the darkness, heading straight for He Ao’s throat.

The fourth gang member, the worst shot among them, seemed quite agile.

At this moment, it was too late for He Ao to withdraw his cane. He let go of it and reached back for the blade.

He covered the palm of his hand with a thin layer of Divine Sense and firmly grabbed the blade, then, under the astonished gaze of the fourth gang member, he hurled him to the ground with a powerful shoulder throw.

Simultaneously, He Ao squatted down, grabbing the gang member’s hand that held the blade with his blade-captured hand. He dropped the gun with his other hand and secured the gang member’s elbow, exerting force with both hands.

The dagger in the gang member’s hand was forcefully thrust down, piercing his own throat.

He Ao released his grip and stood up.

He took a couple of deep breaths, overwhelming fatigue nearly making him unable to stand.

Thanks to long periods of training, Cito’s explosive power was immense, which also meant a longer period of fatigue after a brief burst of exertion.

After briefly stabilizing himself, He Ao turned around, walked over to Wint’s body, took the car key card, then slowly straightened up and stepped towards the driver’s seat.

The silent night stretched his shadow long.

Just then, he noticed his granddaughter peering at him through the car window.

"Jia Xi, are you scared?"

With his blood-stained sleeve tucked behind his back, He Ao asked softly.

Jia Xi glanced at the bodies outside the window, then turned her head back to look at He Ao, nodding slightly, then shaking her head.

He Ao walked up to the car window and caressed his granddaughter’s cheek, "Don’t worry, Grandpa is here."

He got into the driver’s seat, placed the bloodied card in the key card slot, and started the vehicle.

The little girl stared blankly at the elderly man’s silhouette in the driver’s seat and the metallic steering wheel.

Amidst the brief sound of the car starting, she asked softly, "Grandpa, why do they want to kill us?"

As he started the vehicle, He Ao paused.

A ten-year-old little girl may not understand much, or perhaps more than one might imagine.

"Because our lives are the bargaining chips in their trade,"

He Ao started the vehicle, "Killing us means they complete their mission and receive their reward."

"Did Dad and Mum die the same way?"

The girl’s nose twitched slightly, "Why can they decide on our lives without our consent?"

The old rearview mirror reflected the girl’s gem-like amber eyes,

"Grandpa, can we go home again?"

"We can."

He Ao’s face remained calm as he maneuvered the off-road vehicle, slowly backing out of the alley.

The off-road vehicle, patched with steel, drove on the dim street, reentering the main road and into an area surrounded by a large crowd of onlookers.

The dense crowd had already dispersed quite a bit, and the flames engulfing the apartment building had almost been extinguished.

Firefighters on the ladder were operating high-pressure water cannons to finish off the last of the fire.

Everything seemed to have returned to its original state, except for the scorched window sills that vaguely showed signs of the fierce blaze.

The fire had not spread further; it just smoked the wall’s surface, altering its color.

If his son was still alive, he would have received a hefty bill for the fire services and the exterior repairs.

Now, these bills would eventually be handed down several times before they ended up with He Ao.

He Ao parked the vehicle by the roadside, gazing at that window obscured by a light mist.

Jia Xi slowly crawled from the back seat of the car, lying in the space between the driver’s and passenger’s seats, staring at what used to be ’home’.

After a brief pause, her nose twitched again,

"Grandpa,"

Her gem-like amber eyes sparkled with tears, "It seems like there’s nothing left at home,"

Tears finally filled her cheeks, "Dad and Mum are gone, everything at home is gone, everything’s gone."

He Ao reached out, his broad hand covered in wrinkles and calluses, slowly cradling the girl’s small head.

He leaned down, his forehead touching hers, his cheek against the girl’s.

The off-road vehicle’s headlights slowly lit up, took a turn on the spacious road, and then headed south towards the city.

The streetlight cast the shadow of the worn vehicle on the lonely ground, merging it into the quiet night.

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Southern District·Saint Joen Ninth Street

"An old geezer who’s almost dead! A child who’s not even aged in double digits! I’ve raised you all for so many years! Just these two people! You’re telling me there’s no news?!! No contact with anyone you sent out?!"

In a luxurious row house, a thin man with long hair wearing a white suit screamed hysterically into the phone, "What are you trying to say? That all my men have been killed by an old man?! An old geezer who might not walk steadily, who could even shit in his pants?!"

"I don’t know what those bastards are up to, but if I don’t get a successful mission report in ten minutes, you all can go join that old man."

He threw the vintage telephone onto the sofa and ran his hands through his disheveled hair.

Ding-dong—

At that moment, a crisp doorbell rang from outside.