73: Chapter 73: Asking the Guest into the Urn (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket) 73: Chapter 73: Asking the Guest into the Urn (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket) Whoosh—
He Ao drew back the curtains, and the early morning sunlight stread through the grand floor-to-ceiling window, illuminating the entire room.
He leaned against the window, silently watching the young man in front of him dressed in a simple combat suit.
The young man appeared to be in his late twenties, and his combat suit resembled that of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, but it was not the FBI’s suit.
It looked like so kind of civilian version.
The young man was visibly startled to see He Ao, but with the window already blocked by He Ao, he took a few steps back, ready to open the room door, only to find that no matter how he twisted the doorknob, he couldn’t open it.
He Ao had promptly jamd the door shut with a door-stop after the man entered.
His plan was not complicated, just a simple case of luring the enemy into the trap.
After combining the traces of the break-in at his ho the day before yesterday with the surveillance he’d experienced at the library entrance, he speculated that the two groups were likely the sa and that they were probably trying to find sothing on him.
He Ao didn’t know what they were searching for, but that didn’t matter; all he needed to do was catch a relatively big ‘rat’, and he could unravel the mysteries in his heart.
Passively waiting for things to change was not in his character.
Taking the initiative and controlling the situation to the greatest extent was the way he ensured his interests.
So, after he had detected the two tails surveilling him using his Super mory yesterday afternoon, he did not expose them but deliberately pocketed the book “Dauntless Dawn” left behind by Yi Jiali, bringing it ho with him.
At the sa ti, on his way ho, he dealt with those two tails, pretending to be cautious as if he needed to protect sothing important.
Even though he didn’t know what the other party wanted, as long as he made them think he had brought sothing important back ho, they would undoubtedly make a move.
And having succeeded in escaping once before, they would be more confident and more reckless.
Therefore, he took the morning off work, then proceeded to pretend to leave the house.
As expected, he spotted new watchers tracking him downstairs.
Pretending to be unaware, he continued along his way to work.
However, he then abruptly doubled back, skirting around those watching him, entering the apartnt building’s stairwell through a back door, and hurried up to the 37th floor, returning ho.
He had confird yesterday that there were no surveillance caras in the corridor at the entrance of the apartnt building, and when he left in the morning, there were no neighbors lurking to spy on him.
So, he strode across the corridor back to his apartnt and drew all the curtains, hiding in the darkness and silently waiting for the ‘rat’ to show up.
What he hadn’t expected was for this rat to be so bold.
He returned in such a tight ti fra—no more than twenty minutes had elapsed—yet in just over ten minutes, the person made their move.
And then he directly cut off this guy’s escape route.
When the young man realized he couldn’t open the door, he turned back, smiling at He Ao, “Old man,”
he took out a small pistol from his clothes and started attaching a silencer bit by bit, “I actually thought about shooting yesterday, but I was worried the gunshots would attract the police.
But who’d have thought, ‘Heaven’ has a path you didn’t take; ‘Hell’ has no door, yet here you co knocking.
Conveniently, I brought a silencer today, and I can understand the feeling of having lived to a ripe old age—but it’s enough.”
He slowly raised his hand, aiming the gun at He Ao, “Old man, it won’t hurt, I’ll send you on your way, and I’ll even help the social security group save on a pension—isn’t that right?
I’m also making a contribution to Dawn City.”
“You want to kill ?”
He Ao tilted his head slightly, with the morning’s radiance falling on his pure silver hair and the stern, determined lines of his aged face, as though shaped by a sword.
“Old man, it’ll be quick.”
The smile on the young man’s face gradually turned cruel, as if he delighted in the act of killing.
His pointer finger slowly pressed on the trigger.
Bang—
A sudden, powerful force struck his wrist, and the intense pain made his grip loosen.
The gun veered off course, firing a shot into the wall beside him.
Then, the force twisted his hand, flinging the pistol from his grasp.
Slap—
An aged palm caught the gun from the air.
“You…
you…”
The youth stared dumbfounded at He Ao, who was toying with the handgun, seemingly unable to comprehend how He Ao, who had just been by the window, had suddenly appeared in front of him and snatched away his gun.
Moreover, wasn’t this old man supposed to be a cripple?
“I’ve grown old and fond of running, only I run quite fast,”
He Ao slowly raised the gun in his hand, aiming it at the young man’s forehead, “Under Federation law, when a dwelling suffers an unlawful intrusion or violent attack and the occupants are under threat to their lives, the owner, tenant, or person in lawful possession has the right to use deadly force to protect their own and their property’s safety.”
He looked at the youth’s bewildered expression and calmly explained, “That ans, if I kill you now, it’s legal.”
He Ao hadn’t read this law himself; it was sothing that Regit and Yi Jiali had ntioned during idle chatter a long ti ago.
When He Ao entered related scenarios, these mories naturally surfaced.
“Old man, let’s talk this through properly.”
Swallowing hard, the youth looked at He Ao with so fear.
The calm yet indifferent look in He Ao’s eyes told him that He Ao was fully capable of murder.
He had only seen such a gaze on the face of his gang leaders.
“What are you looking for?”
He Ao’s cold gaze bore into him.
“I don’t know!”
The youth hurriedly shook his head, then tensed under He Ao’s scrutiny as if rembering sothing, and began to shake his head more frantically, “Just kill !
I don’t know anything!”
Bang—
Without any hesitation, He Ao fired a shot into the young man’s calf.
Fresh red blood gushed out, and the youth’s leg trembled as he fell to his knees.
He looked at He Ao, mouth agape, but said nothing, still wearing an expression that said his fate was at He Ao’s rcy.
“I have heard of a torture thod,” He Ao observed him calmly, madness stirring in his gaze,
“where a person is buried in the ground, leaving only the head exposed, and then a cross-shaped incision is made on top of the head.
rcury is poured into the incision—it corrodes the flesh.
As the rcury fills the person’s head, the agony becos unbearable, but they are fixed in the earth and cannot move or free themselves.
Thus, they can only wriggle incessantly, peeling off their own ‘skin’ until nothing but flesh oozes out through the cut…
Fortunately, I happen to have so rcury at ho…
If that’s not enough, I can always buy so more.”
“It’s the Mayor!!!” The youth shouted, trembling, “I’m from the Crocodile Gang.
Our boss sent to search your house for stuff related to the Mayor!!!”
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