Life Game In Other World
Chapter 649: Pollution Treatment Division (Large - for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 649: Chapter 649: Pollution Treatment Division (Large Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

The off-road vehicle, subsidized by metal credits, stopped on the quiet street.

He Ao, holding his granddaughter’s hand, stood in front of a tightly shut door.

At this moment, Jia Xi had changed into new clothes, swapping her cartoon pajamas and compromise outfit for a white tee, tea-colored shorts, and a set of children’s clothing complete with light brown mid-top Martin boots.

These were what He Ao had bought for her on the way over, at a small children’s clothing store by the roadside.

Jia Xi had been working out with her grandfather since she was young, and the muscles under her pale, exposed calves, tense in the night, were solid.

A breeze brushed the faces of the young and the old as they waited briefly, but He Ao received no response.

Thus, he stretched out his hand and pressed the doorbell again.

"Who is it?"

This time, at last, there was an answer, a slightly hesitant voice resounded through the intercom.

"Buying medicine."

He Ao watched the intercom, such smart doorbells with built-in cameras are common in the Federation.

Right now, someone was quietly spying on him from behind this camera.

The person behind the camera didn’t immediately reply to He Ao.

After a brief pause, He Ao continued, "A friend from a gang introduced me to you, saying you’re the best doctor around here."

The person behind the camera seemed to be scrutinizing He Ao’s aged face closely, assessing the threat He Ao posed.

Creak—

Following another short pause, the narrow door in front of He Ao slowly opened.

A man in his forties, nearing fifty, with a goatee, round glasses, and a pipe in his mouth, appeared before He Ao.

"What do you want to buy?"

He looked up at He Ao, then at Jia Xi whom He Ao was holding hands with, and turned to walk into the house.

He Ao followed him into the room.

The room wasn’t large, square in shape, with glass medicine cabinets on all sides except for the entrance.

This was one of the ’underground doctors’ in the vicinity.

Finding an underground doctor was simple enough: just ask a few of the gang members loitering on the streets for directions.

These headstrong youths often attacked He Ao impatiently, but after He Ao convinced them with reason, they quickly became friendly and kindly.

He Ao asked a few people and got several different answers, but for their own safety, underground doctors generally only served regulars or clients referred by acquaintances.

The man with round glasses in front of He Ao, looking like an antique store owner, was the only underground doctor in the area willing to take a ’stranger’ as a client.

"I don’t know how you found out my location, but most of the time, I don’t do business with strangers. However, I am quite curious what medicine you, at your age, would be seeking from me. Before we continue, let me be clear,"

By this point, the man had walked behind the medicine cabinet and looked at He Ao, "I don’t sell medicine for high blood pressure or diabetes."

"I need an adrenal injection."

He Ao stepped up to the counter, his tone calm.

"Interesting, can’t get that medicine at a hospital without connections,"

The man glanced at He Ao, his eyes lingering on the bloodstain at He Ao’s collar. He turned and walked along the corridor behind the medicine cabinet, then from a box below pulled out a silver syringe and set it in front of He Ao,

"Old man, let me warn you, this stuff is for when you’re about to die. If you use it, it might revive you momentarily, just that once, and then you might truly die. A thousand federal coins a piece."

"That’s expensive, seventy,"

He Ao looked down at the label on the syringe; Jess from the previous Copy World had encountered these things while researching Gene Potions, "Welme’s effect is not good, give me Stars Pharma instead."

"You’re haggling straight away,"

The man glanced at He Ao, biting his pipe in his mouth, and took the syringe back under the counter, "Old man, if you could buy this at a regular hospital, you wouldn’t have come to me. My cost price isn’t low either."

"Ninety,"

He Ao spoke up, "Stars Pharma’s adrenal injections are seventy-five a piece at hospital procurement price, forty-five with an insurance discount. The cost price in your hands won’t exceed seventy."

Jia Xi looked up at her grandfather.

"The old man knows his stuff," the man chuckled, "By saying that, are my labor and the risks I’m taking worthless? Give me two hundred, and I’ll get one for you."

"One hundred."

He Ao reached out to pick up Jia Xi, holding his cane in one hand, ready to leave.

"Alright, alright,"

the man placed the injector back on the table, sighed, "I shouldn’t have opened the door today, take it for a hundred."

He Ao glanced down at the injector, "I want the one from Stars Pharma."

"Cunning with age, aren’t we?"

The man clicked his tongue, shook his head, fumbled under the counter, and put an injector with Stars Pharma’s upside-down Deep Sea emblem on top of the table.

"Thank you."

He Ao took a look at the injector, and after confirming it was genuine, gestured to Jia Xi to grab the injector on the table.

He then set his granddaughter down with the injector in her hand and took out the one-hundred federal coin bills he had just obtained on the street from his pocket.

That was the price he had in mind, one hundred federal coins.

"Don’t come to me next time; I don’t do this kind of losing business."

The boss took the money, sighed, and waved his hand.

Normally, private doctors have their sources, and they don’t pay too much for these types of medicines, so the boss did make a profit after all.

He Ao took his granddaughter’s hand again.

"Uncle, we are leaving."

Jia Xi raised her little hand and made a goodbye gesture to the boss.

"Take care, goodbye."

The boss looked at Jia Xi’s cute face, took the pipe from his mouth, and also made a goodbye gesture to her.

He Ao turned and walked out with his granddaughter.

The man sat behind the counter, watching the grandfather and granddaughter’s silhouettes, his eyes deep with thought.

It wasn’t until the two had completely left the room and returned to the street that Jia Xi raised the injector in her hand and asked with some confusion, "Grandpa, why did you buy this?"

"Just in case."

He Ao replied softly.

"Oh," Jia Xi glanced at the injector, then at He Ao, "Grandpa, you’re really good at bargaining."

"It’s because this thing is only worth this much. I just bought it for the price it should be."

He Ao shook his head and reached out to ruffle his granddaughter’s hair.

"Oh."

Jia Xi nodded vaguely understanding.

"Jia Xi, have you learned the breathing technique I taught you on the street just now?"

He Ao led his granddaughter under the dim streetlights.

"I learned it!"

Jia Xi nodded vigorously, "But those bundles of stuff are so hard to grasp; they just flow past in an instant."

"Calm your mind,"

He Ao spoke calmly and steadily, instilling a sense of stability, "just like when Grandpa taught you to exercise before, feel the movements of the muscles inside your body, and then try to capture those energies scattering within you."

"Oh!"

Jia Xi looked up at He Ao’s white hair and wrinkled profile, paused as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately did not.

She clutched He Ao’s hand tightly, "Grandpa, I want ice cream."

"Okay, Grandpa will buy some for you."

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South City·Saint Joen Ninth Street

The lean long-haired man reached out and turned on the screen for the door buzzer connected outside, and the image of a young man in a delivery jacket appeared on the screen.

The young man looked at the camera, lifted the pizza box in his hand, "Sir, I’m from Tasty Delivery, your pizza has arrived."

The man watched the delivery person on the screen before his gaze shifted to the pizza on the table, of which only one piece had been eaten.

He pulled a remote control out of his pocket and pressed the central button, suddenly filling the room with thundering music.

As the explosive music began, he slid over to the table, picked up a piece of the pizza.

He chewed on the pizza and once again slid in front of the screen, eyeing the somewhat puzzled delivery person.

Then, he pressed the "open door" button on the desktop screen.

The iron gate in front of the villa’s courtyard slowly opened.

The delivery person outside cast a doubtful glance at the yard behind the gate.

The eerie light shone on the quiet lawn of the courtyard and on the large sculpture standing in the center, appearing particularly chilling and dark.

And in the deepest shadows of this quiet darkness, it seemed as if lively music was playing.

"Sir, is this where you wanted the delivery?"

The delivery person glanced inside the yard, raised his voice, and tentatively called out again.

This time, still no one responded.

He hesitated for a moment, took a step forward, and prepared to cross through the open iron gate.

Thud—

At that instant, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

His body trembled, and he turned his head back, shaking slightly.

A woman with a bit of baby fat, beautiful golden-brown mid-length curly hair, wearing the same delivery uniform as him, appeared in front of him.

"Don’t go in, believe me," she said straightforwardly upon seeing his puzzled face.

"Huh?"

The delivery person looked at the woman before him. Honestly, she was quite beautiful, and he was somewhat bewildered, "But I need to deliver this order..."

"Let me deliver it for you," the woman said as she pulled out a rubber band and tied her hair, which fell over her shoulders, into a ponytail. She then snatched the pizza box from the delivery person’s hand and put on a red delivery cap.

"Huh?"

The delivery person was even more confused.

But the woman did not give him time to dwell on his confusion; she stepped through the gate and walked straight into the yard.

The courtyard in front of the villa wasn’t large; walking past the sculpture in the center, you could see the small door to the nearby row of villas.

There were no windows or lights around the small door.

Only a silent, dark iron door stood quietly there.

The woman’s boots stepped on the stepping stones of the lawn, continuing forward.

And just a few steps later, she felt her shoe bottoms stick slightly to something sticky beneath her feet.

She looked down and, through the dim light, she could barely make out some dark liquid covering the stone under her feet.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the air.

Her gaze moved forward, and on the lawn not far from the villa door, she saw a red baseball cap.

It was identical to the delivery cap she wore on her head.

She withdrew her gaze and continued forward, quickly stepping onto the staircase in front of the small door.

The silent door stood there as if a beast waiting for its prey.

Standing at the doorway, she could faintly hear the boisterous music behind the door.

Thump—

She raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.

Click—

In a brief moment, the quiet door was opened, and immediately, a thin man with long hair appeared in front of the woman, watching her as his body seemed to sway to some rhythm.

He reached out to lift the pizza box, swung around, and as soon as he had taken a step, he spun back violently, bent down slightly, and stared at the woman’s cheek,

"I remember the one who just delivered the food was a man."

The woman didn’t hesitate and pulled out a pistol from her waist, aiming it at the skinny man’s forehead, "Kajet Pollution Cleaning Department, Vite, you are suspected of illegally hoarding pollution materials and luring innocents to their deaths. Surrender immediately and hand over the pollutants, or I will initiate the cleaning procedure."

"Pollution Cleaning Department, huh,"

The man slowly opened the delivery box and took out a piece of piping hot pizza, taking a bite, "This is good, this one’s still hot, unlike the one that was just delivered cold."

The woman looked at his cheek and without hesitation, fired her gun.

Bang—

The scorching bullet was wrapped up by a tentacle that extended from the darkness.

Then, one after another, tentacles emerged from deep behind the villa’s side door, like petals unfurling, blossoming behind Vite.

Vite watched the woman, his eyes flickering with red light, and with a smile cracking across his face, revealing teeth still stained with fresh gore,

"Tastes good, would you like to try?"

A tentacle coiled out of the box to offer a slice of pizza to the woman,

She executed a backward somersault, leaping away, and in mid-air she fired at Vite repeatedly until her magazine was empty.

But all the bullets flying through the air were caught by the soft tentacles.

She watched this scene, landing atop a statue, and pulled out a slender blade from her waist.

It was a neatly folded butterfly knife, about twenty centimeters long, with a beautifully metallic, light purple handle that, in the moment it was drawn, flipped open like the wings of a butterfly, revealing the gleaming, cold blade inside.

She watched Vite, her eyebrows slightly furrowed,

"Vite, have you merged with the pollution materials?"

At that moment, not far behind the woman, a bright light began to shine, seemingly from a car approaching at high speed,

"It’s a pity you don’t eat such good pizza,"

The tentacles in mid-air withdrew the offered pizza, and Vite’s gaze moved to the woman, finally resting on her tensely crouched thighs, a smile still on his lips,

"Your thighs seem well exercised, they must be good quality meat, right?"

Several slender tentacles burst through the soil, rushing out from beneath the statue and towards the woman.

The woman paid no attention to these tentacles. Her gaze remained fixed on Vite as she sprang off her legs, leaped forward, and swung the blade in her hand towards Vite’s throat.

Tentacles reached out from behind Vite, attempting to halt her figure, but she was incredibly swift, constantly altering her form in mid-air, the sharp edge of her blade grazing the tentacles and using the force of their counterattacks to propel herself further forward.

Her retreat was filled with confidence that she could close the distance at any moment.

In an instant, she was in front of Vite, with only a short distance between them.

Quickly raising her hand, the beautiful butterfly knife spun in her grip, and the gleaming, cold blade pierced towards Vite’s throat in the blink of an eye.

In a fraction of a second, the tip of the knife pierced Vite’s skin, the entire blade sinking into his throat.

The surrounding tentacles paused for a moment.

The woman let out a breath of relief.

But at that moment, Vite, with his throat pierced, looked at her and flashed a smile.

The next second, two thick tentacles burst from the ground, wrapping around the woman’s feet and swiftly rising, seeking to hang her upside down.

Realizing she had been tricked, she smoothly withdrew the blade, intending to strike again, but another tentacle from behind Vite suddenly lashed out, coiling around her wrist and twisting.

Her wrist instantly broke, and she lost her strength, the butterfly knife falling to the ground.

Several tentacles propped up the woman, suspending her upside down, and at this moment, the woman finally realized something. She looked at Vite with a surprised expression, "You’ve advanced to C-level?"

"Not advanced," Vite shook his head, his throat wound healing rapidly. He walked up to the woman, picked up the butterfly knife from the ground, toyed with it a little, and revealed his pearly white teeth, "It’s evolution."

"Alright,"

He casually tossed the butterfly knife aside, looking at the woman, "Madam, as a civilized person, I generally dislike eating directly. What sauce do you prefer? Mustard or chili?

"With such tender skin, mustard should be quite nice."

Sss—

Outside the courtyard, the sound of a car braking hastily was heard.