The Financial Street was beginning to recover in an orderly manner.
The buildings that were unmanageable during the debt, the bankruptcies that needed to be liquidated, the dead players on the streets that needed to be cleaned up the workload was not small.
The world composed of assets and gas always had a clear purpose: either win or lose.
Winning required a price, and so did losing.
It was very fair, just like the status of players and investors, which could be interchanged at any ti.
They were money prisoners locked in the sa cage, sizing each other up.
ng Yu'
an was already sure that Financial Street was a prison.
In a prison without a warden, a terrible figure who could replace the authority would always be born.
ng Yu'
an found Zu Qian.
His older brother had been deified by the players, and then he had been pulled down from the altar for acting against the players'
interests.
He was the opposite.
His reputation had been bad from the very beginning.
No one wanted to run into him in a ga, and it was the sa in life.
His face would still be likable and would attract fanaticism, but the Financial Street didn'
t actually care about appearance.
The people here only saw value.
The advantage of his appearance was more reflected in his older brother, for example, when he was doing "charity," there would always be soone who would listen a couple more tis.
Zu Qian’s good looks had no advantage.
People would only rember that in the bloody ga, the beautiful young man was both dazzling and terrifying, and he acted with impunity.
ng Yu'
an felt the sa.
He actually thought from the bottom of his heart that this was also very good.
In the midst of chaos, it seed that you had to confuse beauty and danger, otherwise it would be very difficult to protect yourself.
He didn'
t know if Zu Qisheng’s indulgence also had the sa purpose.
He didn'
t restrain his younger brother.
He had hired Yu Yan because he didn'
t want his younger brother to drink, smoke, and stay out all night.
He didn'
t care about anything else.
ng Yu'
an had not seen Zu Qian many tis.
Every exchange was not peaceful.
The young man had never concealed his hostility.
Life was unusually vivid because of anger and hatred.
Zu Qian was like this.
He actually had no advantages or disadvantages.
An animal that was dominated by instinct rarely judged the situation.
He was already at the top of the food chain.
Hunting was hunting.
It was only divided into the period of inactivity and the mont of rage.
ng Yu'
an saw Zu Qian being surrounded by players.
The restored order of the Financial Street had begun to be particular again.
Every player would not pick up things lost on the road, as if they were really very moral, even though they now wished they could kill the unconscious person on the ground.
“I’m still fucking alive.”
Zu Qian opened his eyes on the ground.
ng Yu'
an was stunned for a mont and quickly pushed aside the surrounding players, saying: “I’ll take you to the hospital.”
He wanted to help him up, but Zu Qian’s condition was clearly worse than when he had been on it.
He couldn’t get up, and he had used all his strength to curse.
They needed to evacuate quickly.
They couldn'
t think too much.
ng Yu'
an directly wrapped one of Zu Qian’s arms around his own neck and flipped his body onto his shoulder.
He had clearly pressed on the wound, and Zu Qian let out a muffled sound.
At the sa ti, a bell rang from the gold coin in the sky, similar to the closing bell of Nasdaq.
The numbers on the gold coin were still constantly increasing.
It had recovered too many bankrupt players and had turned death into a part of its wealth.
The bracelet received a ssage again.
The Second Economic Law had cleaned up the unruly madn, and The Third Economic Law had forced the disheartened players to rember the existence of the prison.
Now the Financial Street was telling everyone: the ga cycle has been reset.
Players who need to enter the ga should get ready as soon as possible.
The players beca clamorous, most of them letting out miserable cries.
They had first been led by Zu Qisheng to go all in, and then they had been held back by the riot.
The third economic law was released, and the ga had been upgraded and evolved.
They still didn’t know what the new and improved ga ant.
So people were already emitting a faint light, and it looked as if they were about to be forcibly taken into the ga.
“This %&
… of the Financial Street…”
Zu Qian sneered.
His bracelet prompted him that he still had one hour to prepare for the ga.
The Financial Street no longer needed these players who were about to be squeezed dry.
It had been severely damaged and restricted.
Now it urgently needed new life to be injected, so it would just let the players go bankrupt.
ng Yu'
an rembered his colleague’s words.
His colleague had said that the Financial Street was actually more suitable for the two brothers to survive—if the crazy players were now directly or indirectly liquidated, and new players were injected, under the existing economic law the Financial Street seed to really be able to beco a new prison.
A prison that was better than before, and worse than before.
The chaos had been curbed, but life would not be easy.
The proportion of investnt and gas had been leveled.
He took Zu Qian and rushed to the hospital, listening to Zu Qian still cursing.
His voice gradually beca smaller, and the sll of blood beca stronger.
After handing Zu Qian over to the doctor, ng Yu'
an wiped the sweat from his head and gently closed his eyes.
He only rested for a few seconds before he dialed Yu Yan’s phone.
He wanted to ask how Zu Qisheng was doing.
After he received the call, Yu Yan was the first to speak, his soul unsettled.
“My ga cycle has been refreshed. I have to go to the ga center in an hour. Officer ng, you have to co quickly, really…”
“Zu Qian is in the hospital. After I confirm that his vital signs are not a problem, I’ll be over. An hour is enough.”
ng Yu'
an said in a low voice, “Do you have enough funds?”
“Enough… I think.”
“Bring any weapons you can.”
ng Yu'
an said, “It’s almost impossible for a draw now. The Financial Street needs a lot of people to go bankrupt. A life-and-death ga is the best choice.”
“The players know your relationship with them. They won’t be rciful… you have to survive.”
“…”
Yu Yan was silent for a while.
The other end of the line intermittently transmitted a familiar and subtle sound.
You didn’t have to distinguish it carefully to know that it was Zu Qisheng letting out a restrained muffled sound.
“The boss is still not getting better. You… you rember to co over.”
Yu Yan hung up the phone.
ng Yu'
an turned around and faced the wall, his fist heavily hitting the wall.
“Buy the autopilot prop directly, quickly!”
In the sea of consciousness, Guanfu was lying on the side of the sofa.
The little yellow chicken had already cleaned up the clutter on the side of the sofa, leaving room for Guanfu to operate.
Chu Zu was lying on the sofa.
He was like a dragonfly with its head cut off.
His consciousness was completely unclear, but he could still react reflexively—along the way, he had actually been in the role of Zu Qian and had been acting in a way that was consistent with the character design.
The cowlick little yellow chicken: “We don’t have enough credit points to buy the dical autopilot prop!”
The little yellow chicken: “ng Yu'
an is a detective. He should be able to handle it simply. Take out the bullet, and I’ll do the rest.”
The little yellow chicken directly smashed a large sum in the mall.
Its extravagance was like it had the magnanimity to sweep away all the dical equipnt that could be used.
Maintaining the host’s vital signs could be completely dependent on credit points, but the host had to take out the bullet.
The little yellow chicken was the only one who couldn’t do this.
Fortunately, Chu Zu was not using any other sea of consciousness form.
Guanfu had indeed learned ergency treatnt in retrospect.
As a detective, he also often faced injuries, but only for humans.
If it were really a cat, a dog, a T-Rex, or a humpback whale, Chu Zu would be a lost cause.
Chu Zu’s injury was very tricky.
The one who had done it was definitely a professional.
The bullet was stuck in his rib, which had directly caused a fracture.
The bone fragnts had already spread to the surrounding tissue—according to the caliber of the bullet that the little yellow chicken had ntioned, it shouldn’t have had such a large impact.
Unless it was a close-range shot.
Guanfu didn’t say much and reminded the little yellow chicken: “I’ll take out the bullet. Can you use the prop you bought to clean up the bone fragnts at the sa ti? If it pierces the pleura or internal organs, things will be troubleso.”
The little yellow chicken: “I can.”
“Then I’ll start.”
Chu Zu was very thin.
It wasn’t obvious when he was wearing clothes before.
To treat the wound, he had to take off his upper body clothes.
His abnormally pale skin was particularly eye-catching on the dark sofa.
He was almost just a thin skeleton.
The faint rise and fall of his chest supported his skin, and a chill emanated from every pore.
But when Guanfu’s claw firmly grabbed the scalpel and was about to expand the wound, Chu Zu suddenly opened his eyes.
There was no blood on his face, and his lips were also pale.
His eyes were cold and hard, and they were sharper than any sharp weapon Guanfu had ever seen.
They were also red and thick, as if they were trying to drag him into that scarlet dead pool and drown him.
It seed that he had recognized the evil silver-shaded in front of him.
Chu Zu was like a broken string again.
He closed his eyes and fell into a deep coma.
Guanfu: “...”
For a mont, he even felt that this extrely weak person would suddenly fly into a rage and kill him here.
Guanfu was the main surgeon.
The little yellow chicken used the prop it had bought for ergency treatnt.
The cowlick little yellow chicken was responsible for searching for counterasures in case of any unexpected accidents.
The ti in the sea of consciousness was blurry.
The one hour on the Financial Street was a deadline.
Converted to the sea of consciousness, it could only last a little longer.
When the bullet was taken out, Guanfu heaved a sigh of relief.
The little yellow chicken imdiately took out the high-priced treatnt pod.
It was similar to the cyber technology in Neon Crown.
The mall always liked to get "creative" everywhere.
The little yellow chicken was lying on the glass outside the pod, confirming from the narrow window whether Chu Zu’s wound was healing.
The cowlick little yellow chicken was covered in cold sweat and didn’t dare to breathe.
Guanfu looked quite confident, but it knew its host’s abilities—what abilities?
It was all just recklessness.
They were all crazy.
Why did they have to take out the bullet for this kind of injury?
It wasn’t as if there weren’t any props that could directly "digest" the bullet.
No matter how expensive it was, the other side could afford it.
The little yellow chicken was like it was possessed.
It had to take out the bullet.
Guanfu was also full of the idea of digging and digging.
He was not cut out for this at all, but he was very enthusiastic.
Seeing that Guanfu had actually taken out a string, and was casually wiping the bullet, and was about to put it around his neck, the cowlick little yellow chicken scread.
“Throw it away!”
It really couldn'
t stand it anymore.
Was this host crazy?
“What are you keeping this for? Throw it away right now!!!”
“I’m keeping it as a souvenir. It’s my first ti doing surgery on soone. It’s a great rit for .”
Guanfu held down the cowlick little yellow chicken and listened to the little chicken’s new round of accusations, telling him not to touch himself with his bloody claws.
Being silly and stupid usually has its advantages.
For example, the cowlick little yellow chicken wouldn’t question Guanfu’s ridiculous behavior, as if he was really just for a souvenir.
And the unexpected events that had happened one after another had disrupted the cowlick little yellow chicken’s judgnt.
It was usually very shrewd and shouldn’t have made a mistake in judgnt.
Guanfu had to keep this bullet.
The only important thing was probably this bullet.
Otherwise, why would the Earth teacher insist on having the little yellow chicken call him over?
The Earth teacher’s sense of boundary was very strong.
Apart from the first ti he had co to his sea of consciousness, he would not allow anything other than the little yellow chicken to enter.
Even if he was seriously injured, he would still be able to open his eyes when he sensed a blade approaching.
Then he would relax.
If it weren’t for the fact that the bullet was very important, and with the tacit understanding between him and the little yellow chicken, and the terrifying amount of credit points, he couldn’t have gotten himself into such a state.
“Zu Qian’s ga is about to start. If the Earth teacher can’t make it…”
Guanfu had originally wanted to say that the plot was almost over.
Even if he couldn’t make it, and he let autopilot take over, the mission evaluation wouldn’t change much.
The little yellow chicken turned its head: “Thank you.”
Guanfu paused.
He didn'
t know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that he had seen a subtle color in the little yellow chicken’s black beady eyes.
It was like red, and also like a patch of azure blue.
Guanfu shook his head and looked down at the thing he was clenching in his claw.
The bullet was already deford.
The nickel and copper alloy tip had expanded into a petal shape after hitting the bone, revealing the lead core inside.
Only the word “Lucky” at the bottom was still clearly visible.
***
Zu Qian’s mandatory ga started on ti an hour later.
Just like the "rock, paper, scissors" from before, in the familiar octagon, Zu Qian, who was receiving treatnt in the hospital but had no ti to recover his color, stood at one end.
In front of him was an ordinary tal table, and on the table was a revolver.
A ten-minute countdown appeared on the suspended display, and below it were the ga rules.
“Ga Preparation”
Use a revolver (6-hole cylinder).
Load 1 bullet into the cylinder, leaving the other 5 cylinders empty.
Spin the cylinder several tis to ensure that the bullet'
s position is randomized.
Ensure that the cylinder is properly closed.
“Ga Procedure”
Player 1 begins:
The player holds the gun and points the muzzle at their own temple.
Pull the trigger and fire once.
If the bullet is fired, Player 1 is eliminated and the ga ends.
If it does not fire, hand the gun to Player 2.
Player 2'
s turn:
Player 2 fires in the sa way.
If the bullet is fired, Player 2 is eliminated and the ga ends.
If it does not fire, the gun is returned to Player 1.
The ga proceeds in the above order, with players taking turns, until one player triggers the firing of the bullet.
“Ga Rule Restrictions”
Only one trigger pull is allowed per round.
Private adjustnt or spinning of the cylinder is not allowed.
The player who does not fire must hand the gun over to the opponent intact.
“Win/Loss Judgnt”
The player who triggers the firing of the bullet is the loser.
The other surviving player is the winner.
The octagon was surrounded by players.
The players'
emotions could no longer be described as just high.
This ga was being synchronized online.
The players who didn'
t know about it before also joined in.
This might be the first ga that the players had bet on since the third economic law was officially promulgated and implented.
The reason was very simple.
One of the players was Zu Qian.
The other player was Yu Yan.
Yu Yan was standing opposite Zu Qian.
His whole body was trembling, and his teeth were chattering.
He could no longer tell if he was scared or afraid.
This was a nightmare.
The Financial Street knew how to retaliate, how to tease every worm that tried to challenge the rules.
Since Zu Qian wanted a win or a loss, then it would give him a win or a loss.
Yu Yan could hear the discussion from behind him.
“Zu Qisheng? He went to the exchange? What for?”
“I don’t know. He was only there for a while, and then he ca out. He didn’t look good.”
“Can you see what he sold?”
“He’s in one piece. He probably didn’t sell anything.”
“No, his younger brother and his assistant are both in the ga. Is he not going to do anything?”
“Wasn’t it because of a gamble on ‘Russian roulette’ that Zu Qisheng made his fortune?”
“Is anyone watching the investnt center?!”
“You look like you’re about to faint.”
Zu Qian suddenly spoke.
Yu Yan took a mont to react before he realized that he was talking to him.
“I… I don’t know…”
“Is he very uncomfortable?”
Zu Qian showed a sowhat triumphant expression.
He smiled, like a child who had succeeded in a prank.
You could see a faint canine tooth.
“My brother has his day too. Hehe, who told him to ss around? He didn’t even figure things out before he started selling, selling, selling. A person doesn’t have that many things to sell.”
Yu Yan: “...”
“Do you think he’ll place a bet?”
Zu Qian was still talking, “I think he will. He’ll bet on you winning.”
“Little Zu…”
“He’s just like that. How long have you been with him? You don’t know him at all. He likes to trade. The first transaction in his life was with . He gave a toy I liked at the ti and asked to help him kill soone.”
“I was so stupid back then. I would do whatever he said… clearly, as long as he told the situation, I would have killed that bastard without a second thought.”
“He wouldn’t say.”
Zu Qian pretended to sigh, “If he won’t say, then what’s the point of asking? Let’s just drag it out and see who falls in the end.”
“He’ll bet on you winning because he wants to lose. I thought about it in the hospital. He’s a shrewd one.”
“When he doesn’t care, he acts like it’s a big deal. But if he really cares, you’ll find out imdiately that he doesn’t love that much.”
Yu Yan was about to cry: “Little Zu—”
“Is your last words just calling my nickna?”
Zu Qian said sarcastically, “Then you must really like . I thought you liked my brother more.”
“Yu Yan.”
He said, “Do you believe it? He’s always thought I was a burden. He would have been fine without . He would want to die. If you get sothing, you lose sothing. If I die, he gets assets and loses his troubles. What a good deal, right?”
“You shut the fuck up!”
Yu Yan was really anxious and actually started to curse.
“Is there sothing wrong with you? You always think of people as good or bad. He’s your brother. He was still murmuring your na before I entered the ga, asking where you were—you can’t always be so prickly with him!”
But a cry of surprise erupted from outside the field—
“Zu Qisheng is betting on Yu Yan to win!”
Yu Yan was choked up.
At that mont, countless players followed suit.
They no longer had the sa respect for Zu Qisheng as before, but they still believed in his judgnt.
Especially when so players found out that the amount of his bet was tantamount to an all-in.
The second economic law had canceled the upper limit on bets.
It seed that Zu Qisheng had bet all of his assets, because it was already infinitely close to the assets needed to leave the Financial Street.
He seed to have grown tired of this place.
Even if the Financial Street would adjust the odds, it didn'
t matter.
As long as he could earn a little, even just a little, he could leave imdiately.
If Zu Qisheng lost the bet, he would undoubtedly go bankrupt on the spot.
He wanted to exchange his younger brother’s death for a chance to leave.
Was there a more exciting bet than this?
What was there to hesitate about?
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“See, I told you. You don’t know him at all.”
Zu Qian was smiling, but his eyes looked like he was crying.
“I have my way, and he has his rules. We have never been able to piece together a whole person.”
The countdown passed very quickly.
Zu Qian slowly picked up the gun.
“Either I die, or you and he die. Yu Yan, you’re a university student, and you know a lot. You tell , how should I choose?”
He held a smile, and his cold face looked at the bloodless Yu Yan without any expression.
“Oh, I forgot. You have no choice. We are all the sa.”
“What are you still hesitating about?”
On the second floor of the ga center, in front of the autonomous investnt station, his colleague urged ng Yu'
an.
“This is the only chance to leave. The players have bet on one side, and the odds have been raised to an extrely high level. Even with our current funds, we can take a gamble. If we win, the mission will be over.”
ng Yu'
an still found it difficult to look directly at his colleague.
He still had the blood from resisting Zu Qian on him, but no one cared.
Even the players who passed by wouldn'
t give him a second glance.
His colleague had also beco a true gambler, and he could put anything on the balance of the Financial Street.
ng Yu'
an didn'
t know if this was part of Zu Qisheng’s plan.
He hadn'
t been able to et him yet—why would he bet on Zu Qian losing?
The players thought he was tired of it, or crazy.
It didn'
t matter, there was no difference.
But what if he was just paving the way?
For whom was he paving the way?
ng Yu'
an’s mind was in a daze, and the live broadcast on the internet was still going on.
ng Yu'
an heard Zu Qian’s voice.
It was very calm, just like his brother, with a tacit understanding that he couldn’t understand.
“Then let’s leave it to fate—the final ga has begun.”
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