Life Game In Other World
Chapter 82: Cooperation (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Cooperation (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)

Click—

The classic wooden door was slowly pushed open.

An elderly figure walked into the small, exquisite reception room.

"Mr. Mayor," another tall elderly man followed the aged figure, "is there anything I can help you with?"

He then turned around and gestured with a wave of his hand.

The slender middle-aged man wearing glasses behind him immediately obediently closed the door.

The figure in front was Mayor Wente of Dawn City, and the one following him was Najia.

"How is the laboratory doing?"

Mayor Wente sat on the sofa in the reception room and waved at Najia to sit beside him.

"Everything is going smoothly. This exotic beast is stronger than the previous one."

Najia nodded as he moved to sit on the sofa, but his movement suddenly stopped midway.

He frowned slightly and immediately turned his gaze toward the direction of the camera, quickly walking over.

His cheek got closer and closer to the camera, gradually filling the entire screen.

Then the cheek receded, and the primary focus of the frame became an increasingly large hand.

Click—

The video ended there.

The content of the entire video was short, lasting less than a minute, and there were only a brief four lines of dialogue between the characters. However, those four lines were laden with substantial information.

The Mayor was raising an exotic beast.

He Ao captured a screenshot at the beginning of the video, then removed the card reader, lit a cigarette, placed it in his mouth, and, leaning on his cane, continued walking deeper into the streets.

The wristband reconnected to the network.

Tick-tock—

As the hazy smoke gradually rose, the crisp sound of a water drop ringtone began to chirp from the wristband.

He Ao did not answer the call immediately but waited for nearly ten seconds before pressing the answer button.

"Hello, I am Christos."

A clear voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Did you like my gift?"

He Ao, with his cigarette in his mouth, looked towards the depths of the street, where several figures skulked among the crowd, casting sneaky glances at him from time to time—Najia’s men sent to surveil him.

On the way to the Federation Bureau of Investigation, they could not touch He Ao, but since He Ao voluntarily got off the vehicle, he had already deviated from the route to the FBI.

"Sir, is there anything I can assist you with?"

Christos did not answer He Ao directly but instead asked softly.

Just an hour ago, his campaign office received a call from an unfamiliar elderly man. The message was straightforward—saying that a ’small gift’ would be sent his way, advising him to watch the Mayor, before hanging up.

He originally thought it was just a prank, until he saw the video of the Mayor being questioned that had gone viral on the internet sent to him by a colleague.

So, he took the initiative to call the number back.

"I need the real-time location of the Crocodile Gang boss, Najia."

Without beating around the bush, He Ao got straight to the point.

Christos was a smart man, and there was no need for subtleties in a conversation with a smart man.

The essence of cooperation was a mutual exchange of needs.

"Please hold."

Christos replied, then hung up the phone.

He Ao put down the wristband and, supporting himself with his cane, walked towards a secluded alley nearby.

He had called Christos before Yi Jiali called him.

He didn’t reveal the video’s content directly; explosive material laid out in the open would have simply made him seem like a madman or a practical joker.

So, he just said he had a ’gift’ for Christos, gradually building up the other’s psychological expectations to ease acceptance of the incident and to seek more benefits for himself.

As He Ao slowly walked into a deserted alleyway, those who had been tailing him also began to reveal themselves; they were not only spies but also assassins.

Two in front, three behind—a total of five people.

The spies were perplexed about why He Ao would willingly walk into a deserted alley, but they didn’t ponder it too much. Their orders were to find a secluded place to ’deal with’ He Ao.

There’s no need for idle talk when killing.

All five raised their guns almost simultaneously.

"Hold on."

With a hoarse voice, He Ao spoke up, taking out the cigarette that was half-smoked from his mouth and pinching it out with his fingers.

The five were cautious, watching He Ao’s movements. They had been warned that this old guy was dangerous, and He Ao’s composed actions made them uncertain of what he was about to do.

To avoid any accidents, they pulled their triggers.

He Ao dropped the cigarette butt on the ground, "Alright."

And accompanying his raspy voice were two clear gunshots.

The two in front’s eyes widened as they slowly collapsed to the ground.

At that moment, He Ao had already turned to lean against the wall,

The three behind quickly realized what was happening and immediately swung their gun barrels around.

But it was already too late; the dark muzzles were already aimed at them.

Bang Bang Bang

Three bodies hit the ground in response.

He Ao glanced at the small pistol in his hand and aimed it at the wall in front of him, pulling the trigger.

Click—

The crisp sound of an empty chamber echoed back.

When he got hold of the gun, it came with only ten bullets. And now, he had fired ten shots.

"It seems your gun is out of bullets?"

A burly man clad in a tank top and covered in muscles slowly emerged from the entrance of the alley, smiling at He Ao, "Old man, your reaction speed is far beyond that of ordinary people, and you bear no signs of mechanical modification. Are you a Transcendent too?"

Too?

He Ao propped himself up with his cane, set down the gun, and lifted his head to look at him.

"Talent Sequence 5: Furious Man."

The burly man shrugged, showing off his impressive muscle definition to He Ao, "Before I got this ability, I was a fighter. Old man, I heard you were once a fighter too,"

With the palm of his hand facing behind, he steadily advanced towards He Ao, "How about we settle this matter the way fighters do?"

He Ao gripped his cane tightly, pushing the end of the cane into a seam between the paved tiles.

When the distance narrowed to just four or five meters, he suddenly flipped his palm over, and a small, pitch-black pistol appeared in his hand, "I’m not too good with my aim; need to be closer, sorry old man."

His face carried a hint of a disdainful smile, seemingly mocking He Ao who appeared to believe his words. His finger was on the trigger, his smile growing wider.

However, his smile quickly froze on his cheeks.

A severe pain burst from his throat.

He tried to speak but could only emit a ’whoo’ sound as blood welled in his mouth. He strained his eyes downward, only to see a wooden cane handle and, beneath the handle, not the body of a wooden cane but a cold silver sword blade.

At the moment, the sword was deeply slanted into his throat, with crimson blood pumping out from one side of the wound—it was the sliced open carotid artery gushing out.

He Ao had already let go of the cane handle, sidestepped the man, plucked the gun from his hand, removed the magazine, and loaded it into his own gun.

The burly man’s gaze followed He Ao’s movements, wanting to say something, but he couldn’t utter a word. Lack of oxygen and blood loss were rapidly blurring his consciousness.

He Ao tore off his tank top and wrapped it around his hand.