Life Game In Other World
Chapter 661: Take Me to See Your Boss (Two-in-One Super Large - , Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 661: Chapter 661: Take Me to See Your Boss (Two-in-One Super Large Chapter, Seeking Monthly Pass)

Green Olive Street

In a small cold drink shop at the entrance of the street.

"Old sir, what is this?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper, wearing an old-fashioned floral dress with fine wrinkles lining her face, brought over the prepared ice orange juice and placed it on the table in front of He Ao.

At this moment, He Ao was sitting on the sofa behind the table, while Jia Xi stood in front of the table, her body half-squatting, knees slightly bent, slowly lifting her hands, her small eyes squinting slightly, as if sensing something.

"Teaching the kid some fitness techniques,"

He Ao said with a smile.

"The little one is learning these already?"

The shopkeeper looked at Jia Xi in surprise, then appeared to remember something, and remarked with emotion, "But in this day and age, it’s good to learn some of these things."

She then turned back to He Ao, handing him the orange juice, and asked with some confusion, "Old sir, are you planning to go into the Green Olive neighborhood?"

"Looking for someone inside," He Ao took the orange juice from her, placing it on the table, "Thank you."

"You have friends living here?"

The shopkeeper glanced at He Ao’s crisp clothing, then looked back out the door at the nearly pitch-black street and the dilapidated buildings with twinkles of light standing along the road.

He Ao and Jia Xi’s attire did not fit in with this decrepit, chaotic place.

"No, just here to find someone."

He Ao shook his head.

"Old sir,"

The shopkeeper glanced at He Ao, hesitated for a moment, and continued,

"Don’t think I’m being nosy, but everyone in Saint Joen City knows that Green Olive Street is the most chaotic, the poorest, in plain terms, a slum. Shops like ours at the entrance are somewhat better, still doing business with the outside, but that doesn’t represent the situation in this neighborhood."

She paused, "The suit you’re wearing looks pricey, and after going in, you’re bound to encounter some extra trouble. Judging by your accent, you should be a local, so you should know that this neighborhood is the only place in Saint Joen City where the Scavenger comes twice a day,"

She looked back again at the dark street, like the coiled form of a black beast, then turned her head back to He Ao, "If it’s nothing particularly urgent, I would still suggest you turn back and not continue any further."

"Have there been many people missing near the neighborhood recently?"

He Ao asked curiously.

"There are many people missing from Green Olive Street every day,"

The shopkeeper glanced at He Ao, knowing he wasn’t one to easily heed advice, and sighed, "Different places have different rules. If you really want to go in, don’t be surprised by anything that happens. It’s better to withdraw some cash at the bank outside before going in.

"If gang members ask you for protection money, just pay them. They might demand a lot, but the usual amount for the first time is one hundred and twenty federal coins.

"Pay this price and they’ll know you understand the rules; they won’t hassle you any further. If you get past this obstacle smoothly, then you are generally safe in the neighborhood."

"Are there many people in this neighborhood whose weekly salary exceeds one hundred and twenty federal coins?"

He Ao asked softly.

The shopkeeper seemed surprised by He Ao’s question, and she shook her head, "Apart from the gang members, hardly any."

She sighed, "This is a slum; for the vast majority here, even getting enough to eat is a problem."

As she said this, she looked at He Ao again, "Old sir, the clothes you’re wearing are a bit too ’glamorous’ for this place."

Her words implied that the suit might bring unnecessary trouble to He Ao.

"Thank you,"

He Ao nodded lightly, not delving deeper into the issue, but instead asked, "How many gangs are there in this neighborhood? Do the leaders of these gangs reside within this neighborhood?"

"The neighborhood is now basically controlled by the largest gang, the Scorpion Gang,"

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and answered, "They hold over seventy percent of the area. The rule about the one hundred and twenty federal coins was set by the Scorpion Gang. I’ve heard that although the boss of the Scorpion Gang bought villas elsewhere, he still prefers living inside Green Olive Street. But I don’t know his exact whereabouts."

"I understand, thank you for the trouble."

He Ao nodded in gratitude.

"No trouble at all," the shopkeeper shook her head, letting out a long sigh, "If you could avoid going in, that would be for the best."

She put away the tray that had held the ice orange juice and hobbled back behind the counter of the shop.

He Ao’s gaze shifted from the shopkeeper back to Jia Xi, who was still slowly posing in front of him, "How does it feel?"

"It seems like I can sense a little bit,"

Jia Xi opened her small eyes, looking at He Ao, then shook her head, "But they don’t listen to me."

"Feeling a little is enough,"

He Ao stood up, lifting his hands to the left, and assumed a starting position with palms up, "Come, maintain this sensation and do it with Grandpa."

"Okay!"

Jia Xi nodded and followed He Ao in making the same gesture.

He Ao activated his Divine Sense, watching his granddaughter.

Fine threads of energy flowed within Jia Xi’s petite body.

"Come, raise your hands, to the right."

As He Ao’s voice flowed slowly, Jia Xi’s movements followed suit, shifting to the right.

"Stop, maintain this position, lift your arms a bit higher."

As she carried out the movements, He Ao also monitored the energy flow within her body. When the energy flow became unstable, he would guide his granddaughter to change her posture.

Then, he would have Jia Xi repeat the action five or six times until she had completely mastered the correct movements.

Time ticked by, and He Ao kept teaching his granddaughter new movements. These movements were those he had created himself after dissecting the Fist Technique of the main world’s Elfia and grasping the fundamental principles.

The technique also contained some of the insights Regit had gained during Body Tempering cultivation and some of his combat realizations.

But in truth, this technique was still not perfect; there were many details that weren’t seamlessly integrated.

An entire, logical cultivation method is universal; it should not only allow one or two people to use it for cultivation, but everyone should be able to use it, from the specific to the universal.

He Ao’s current technique had not yet taken the step from the specific to the universal. Many of his skills worked very well for him, but if someone else tried them, they would likely just be going through the motions.

Of course, while this technique could not be propagated and cultivated on a large scale, under He Ao’s one-on-one instruction, it was a different story.

Because He Ao could use his Divine Sense to adjust the learner’s minute movements, making the technique completely adapt to the learner’s body—in fact, it was as if he had customized a version of the technique specifically for the learner based on that foundation.

This tailor-made version, when learned, improved at a speed incomparable to that of the generic, universal version.

In just over an hour, Jia Xi had grasped the method to gather energy within her body.

Although the amount she could gather was not huge and the process somewhat slow, she had indeed taken the first step.

In such a short time, He Ao didn’t plan to teach her deeper combat routines, but simply taught her a few moves and had her continuously familiarize herself with this method of energy gathering.

To be precise, gathering energy was the core of He Ao’s technique.

In the process of energy gathering, Jia Xi would also familiarize herself with the flow and methods of internal energy at the fastest speed, laying a solid foundation.

Once she became sufficiently familiar with her body and had solid foundations, learning those routines would yield twice the results with half the effort.

Next, He Ao spent almost two more hours helping Jia Xi become completely familiar with the method of energy gathering.

By then, the shopkeeper was packing up and preparing to close for the day.

"It seems your business isn’t doing too well?"

The two glasses of ice orange juice had long been finished. As a final purchase, He Ao had bought two ice creams. It was still Jia Xi who made the choice: one strawberry and one vanilla.

In the few hours that He Ao spent teaching Jia Xi martial arts, aside from He Ao, no other customers visited.

"People living in the Green Olive Street district rarely buy these cold drinks," the shopkeeper said with a gentle smile, "and since my shop is at the entrance of the Green Olive Street district, people from nearby districts would rather walk around this street than come here."

"Auntie, doesn’t that mean you can’t make money?"

Jia Xi’s hands rested on the counter, and her little head, just a bit taller than the counter, gazed questioningly at the shopkeeper.

"Yes,"

the shopkeeper said with a smile as she handed the two ice creams to Jia Xi, "I used to do odd jobs to just keep the shop open, but it’s been hard to find such jobs lately."

"Then how many years have you been here?"

Jia Xi asked curiously.

"Over a year now, I guess. Actually, I’m already behind on the rent, and the lease is up tomorrow morning. This is probably the last time I’ll be opening the shop,"

the shopkeeper seemed to sink into some memories and appeared somewhat downcast; then she shook her head, looking at Jia Xi, "It’s so late, child, you should take your grandfather and go home."

She still hadn’t given up on persuading He Ao to leave.

"Grandpa will take me home once he’s finished,"

Jia Xi nodded her head and held up the two ice creams. After a glance, she handed the vanilla-flavored one to He Ao, "For you, Grandpa."

"Alright,"

He Ao took the ice cream and casually picked up the walking stick that was leaning nearby.

The carry-case containing his child’s ashes was stored in a high-end hotel’s locker.

"Goodbye, Auntie!"

Jia Xi turned and gestured a goodbye to the shopkeeper.

"Goodbye,"

the shopkeeper responded in kind.

Then He Ao took Jia Xi and left the cold drink shop, walking into the depths of the night, the old man and the young girl side by side.

Meanwhile, the shopkeeper behind the counter watched their departing figures, and sighed softly.

She opened a locked drawer beneath the counter and took out a photo frame.

In the frame, a youthful boy smiled shyly at the camera.

She placed the photo frame on the counter and then rummaged through the drawer to find a bottle of pills without any label.

After pouring herself a glass of water, she opened the pill bottle and poured the pills into her hand.

Looking outside the door, she raised her head.

After a moment’s hesitation, she slowly stood up and walked to the door to press the electronic shutter’s close button.

As her finger rested on the button, her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the deep end of the night.

At the dark horizon, it was as if the silhouettes of the old man and child were walking down the dilapidated road, further into the darkness.

In the end, she withdrew her hand from the button and poured the pills back into the bottle.

She didn’t close the bottle, but sat in the chair at the entrance, the chair where He Ao had just been sitting, with the open pill bottle and the gently swaying glass of water in front of her.

And her gaze lingered on the darkness at the edge of the night, watching that dark horizon.

——

Walking on the pitch-dark streets, He Ao looked up at the buildings on both sides, shining with a dim glow.

There definitely was something wrong with Wint Street, but everyone knew there were issues, so the person behind it all would surely cover up all the clues.

Therefore, going there now would make it hard to find anything.

But Green Olive Street was different. The missing cases related to Green Olive Street were all ordinary cases, unrelated to the Night Hawk case.

And the difficulty in investigating them was significant.

Under normal circumstances, anyone wanting to investigate the Night Hawk case would be deterred by this high difficulty level and prioritize the investigation of Wint Street, which was more closely related to the Night Hawk case.

But was Green Olive Street really unrelated to the Night Hawk case?

After all, most missing cases were related to the breeding of Polluted Monsters, and those that attacked YiXiya were well-bred C-level Polluted Monsters.

He Ao had reason to believe that those behind the disappearances in Green Olive Street were very likely the same people who tried to kill YiXiya.

Then, could these people be related to Wint Street or even the Night Hawk case?

So, the key to finding the mastermind behind Wint Street didn’t lie in Wint Street itself, but in Green Olive Street.

"Tired?"

The night wind brushed their cheeks as He Ao looked down at Jia Xi, who was eating an ice cream.

By now, it was nearing midnight.

"Not tired!"

Jia Xi shook her head and looked up at He Ao, "Is Grandpa tired?"

"Grandpa isn’t tired either."

He Ao shook his head.

After starting training, the energy gained from the Body Tempering Technique could effectively reduce bodily fatigue.

He Ao turned his gaze back to the depths of the night.

Not far ahead of them, there seemed to be a small ’building’ still emitting a faint light.

There were advantages to doing things under the cover of night.

A large number of people lived in Green Olive Street, and if they moved during the day, it would be difficult not to involve unrelated citizens.

Following He Ao’s gaze, Jia Xi also saw the small building.

The grandfather and granddaughter continued forward, approaching the source of the light.

"What are you two doing there?"

Before He Ao and Jia Xi could reach the ’small building’, a loud shout came from inside it.

It was only now that He Ao could see that it wasn’t a building, but an opened parasol, under which sat five gang members in brightly colored clothes, their faces fierce.

From their relative distance to He Ao, the five were seated in a formation of three in front and two behind.

"We’re here to find someone."

He Ao slowly approached the large parasol.

The five people under the parasol noticed He Ao as well.

Seeing the combination of an old man and a child, their previously tense bodies noticeably relaxed.

"Half the night and there’s an old man wandering around with a kid."

A man sitting on the back right side with a hairstyle resembling a rooster’s comb laughed loudly at He Ao, "You must be tired of living."

"Old man, do you know the rules?"

The man sitting on the front left side looked at He Ao’s suit and chuckled.

"A protection fee of one hundred twenty federal coins?"

He Ao, holding a half-eaten vanilla ice cream, rasped back in question.

"Oh, an expert, are we?"

The man sitting on the back left side looked at He Ao with some surprise.

"What expert,"

The man sitting directly in front of He Ao, in the middle of the front row, stood up. He eyed He Ao’s suit, "The crazy old lady at the refreshment booth at the corner told you it was one hundred twenty federal coins, right? That’s not the rule anymore. It’s changed, a thousand!"

He paused for a moment, glancing at Jia Xi standing next to He Ao, "A thousand each."

"You just change the rules whenever you like, huh?"

Jia Xi took a bite of her ice cream, hands on her hips, and looked at the man in a whiny voice.

"Yo, kid, do you see anyone else around here?"

The man scoffed, continuing to regard He Ao, "Now, whatever we say, that’s the rule."

The other four next to him also stood up.

He Ao glanced at the man.

He knew that this guy didn’t look like he intended to let them go.

Usually, in situations of such arbitrary extortion, the next step was murder and robbery.

Human greed is never satisfied.

Especially in an environment that is dark everywhere and unsupervised.

The chill wind of the silent night carried a freezing coldness, brushing through everyone’s hair.

"Why do you call that ice cream shop owner ’Crazy Old Lady’?"

He Ao calmly asked.

"You’re an old man and still care about that crazy lady, are you experiencing a late bloom?"

The man standing in front of He Ao laughed loudly again, and his companions also burst into laughter.

Jia Xi, who was biting an ice cream beside them, looked up at the man but said nothing.

"Seeing how concerned you are about her, I’ll tell you,"

the man said with a loud laugh, "That crazy lady used to have a son who worked nearby the streets. He went missing, and she believes it’s the street gangs that killed her son, so she opened a shop at the entrance to the streets, advising everyone who looks like they’re about to enter to turn back.

"If it weren’t for the good relationship that crazy woman has with those dumbasses in the street, always managing to run away fast like a mouse with her timely information, we would have gotten rid of her a long time ago, and sent her to see her son."

As he said this, he stopped laughing and looked at the ice cream in He Ao’s hand,

"You haven’t finished your ice cream, and it seems that crazy lady is still running her shop tonight. Once I’ve dealt with you, I’m going to kill her and hang her corpse at the entrance of the street. It’ll be fun.

"So no one else thinks about sneaking messages to that crazy woman behind our backs."

"So, was it your gang that killed her son?"

He Ao, with an expressionless face, calmly stared at him.

"Of course..."

The man sneered at He Ao, "It was us~ His son was just unlucky, wandering around the streets and ended up alone."

As he spoke, the man lifted his head and took steps towards He Ao, "Naturally, we were following the boss’s orders. Our boss likes those who are alone, like you, old man."

He blinked and pulled a fine steel dagger from his waist, "We’ve entertained you with so much talk, a thousand federal coins for our efforts seems fair, right?"

"Charging for small talk, so you’ve also got a side job in the night trade?

He Ao calmly stared at them, leaning on his cane. After he gestured for Jia Xi to cover her ears with his other hand, he continued, "Do you also provide other services?"

The man’s expression changed, and he lifted the dagger in his hand, twirling it, "Old man, some people were great talkers before they lost their tongues. Now they can’t speak at all. I’ll give you one last chance, hand over all your money, or..."

He glanced at Jia Xi next to He Ao, "Your little friend there seems to be of the right age."

For the first time, He Ao’s calm face clouded over. He watched the man, his voice hoarse, "Normally, I don’t let children play with uncles who work the night trade."

"Old Geezer, you’re asking for it."

The man suddenly lunged forward, stabbing towards He Ao’s neck with his knife.

At that moment, Jia Xi released her hands from her ears. She grabbed He Ao’s right hand that was holding onto the cane and used it to propel herself up into the air, her body horizontally supported by a single arm. She kicked the man who was rushing at her in the stomach.

The man didn’t react in time and was kicked away, crashing into the central pole of a large umbrella and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

"So the old man knows how to fight,"

the blood-spitting man watched as Jia Xi let go and fell back to the ground from He Ao’s cane, and sneered, "But times have changed!"

In that instant, the other four men quickly pulled out handguns from their pockets.

They hadn’t fired the guns earlier to avoid damaging He Ao’s suit, which could have soon been ’their property,’ but now they could no longer care.

As the four raised their guns, He Ao took a step forward, his figure suddenly vanishing.

His cane hooked the wrist of the gang member on the far left, caught his arm, and with a fierce swing, sent the gang member flying, crashing into the other two beside him.

The three flew together, hitting the wall in the corner.

At the same time, He Ao lifted his cane, his gaze shifting to the last standing man aiming a gun at him, ready to fire.

Bang—

The cane, with its wood grain design, swept through the hazy light like a ghostly shadow, striking the man’s throat.

Crack—

Accompanied by a very faint sound, the man’s neck was shattered by the powerful blow, and he slumped down, lifeless on the ground.

He Ao looked at the blood-spitting man, his gaze as calm as ever,

"Times haven’t changed."

Meanwhile, he stomped on the dagger on the ground, forcefully propelling it.

The sharp dagger flew through the night, emitting a piercing sound.

At this moment, behind He Ao, the gang member that had been flung away by the cane and had crashed into two of his mates—but had suffered less due to their cushioning—picked himself up from the ground.

He picked up a handgun that had fallen to the ground and aimed it at He Ao.

At that very moment, the dagger that had sliced through the darkness reached him, penetrating his throat accurately, driving him backward with such force that his body was pinned against the wall behind him.

The wood pattern cane, following gravity’s course, slid through the palm of He Ao. Eventually, it fell to the ground where He Ao stood, using it to support his body.

His somewhat murky eyes fixed on the blood-spitting man, his face as calm as ever,

"Take me to your Leader."