Chapter 744: Chapter 7 Favored by Fate
The knocking was neither hurried nor slow.
But without waiting for Jason’s response, the wooden color vanished from the door, revealing its original transparency.
A young man stood outside.
Dressed in a suit and shining shoes, with handso features and clearly layered hair, he was obviously grood by a professional.
At that mont, he was wiping the hand that had just knocked with a white handkerchief.
And his gaze upon Jason was filled with curiosity.
...
It was the look one gives to appraising goods.
Such a look was enough to provoke irritation.
And the recent action of the “visitor,” although the ‘door’ of the ‘apartnt’ wasn’t a real door, gave one an involuntary sense of ‘intrusion.’
Even though the visitor had ‘knocked.’
But Jason was quite calm.
After all, he had anticipated this.
"Jason?”
The young man said, with a slightly elongated intonation.
Such an intonation, paired with a questioning stance, made him seem even more insincere.
Jason didn’t answer, just calmly looked at him.
"Are you actually mute?”
The youth raised an eyebrow, then took out an even more exquisite, compact palm computer and began browsing through it.
"Jason, 17-35 years old, residing by an unknown lake.”
"Suspected of leading or participating in more than 33 murder cases.”
"Intelligence normal or below average.”
"Personality persistent, fierce.”
"Presud to be related to childhood experiences.”
As the young man recounted the information he saw, he continued, “It’s not written in the data that you are mute, yet you don’t answer my questions. Are you insulting ?”
As he spoke, the youth’s face darkened.
Then, the young man enunciated slowly—
"Do you know who you are talking to?”
"The Send Family!”
"One of the Hundred Major Families, the Send Family!”
The other party spoke with an indescribable pride in his tone.
And the look he gave Jason was even more disdainful.
"You, an ‘unforgivable’ villain, a freak, a criminal, should be looking at appreciatively. If it weren’t for and my family, you would’ve been sent to the electric chair a long ti ago.”
As he said this, the young man raised his hand and extended his index finger, pointing at Jason through the glass from afar.
It was a gesture filled with humiliation.
But Jason still ignored it.
Or rather, it was only natural that the visitor would behave this way.
Having read the books “The Kingdom Built on the Ruins, F-zone” and “The Birth of the ‘Crazy Ga’,” Jason had developed a certain understanding of the copy world he was in.
The once “Rogo Kingdom” now the F-zone, had long since beco a mber of The Great Federation.
And those in charge of The Great Federation were elites hailing from wealthy family dynasties.
It was impossible for a commoner to be among them.
More importantly, the ‘Crazy Ga’ was also under the control of these tycoons.
The original magnate was also a mber of the tycoons.
In fact, he was one of the most prominent among them.
Then, the ‘partners’ he pulled in were of similar ilk.
And as ti passed, more people joined, each representing a family dynasty.
A full hundred of them.
‘The Hundred Major Families.’
This was how those in the know referred to them.
There was disgust in the na, but also reverence, and a hint… of envy.
However, these matters were temporarily irrelevant to Jason.
After reading those two books and understanding so of the ‘gas’ systems, Jason had a rough understanding of his own situation: an item that seed quite decent and had room for appreciation—a ‘product.’
Faced with such a ‘product,’ it was only natural for ‘The Hundred Major Families’ to respond accordingly.
It was to be expected that one of them would co to make a statent.
As for ‘respecting the wise and promoting the able’?
Don’t joke.
For a ‘criminal,’ a ‘toy’ whose life and death were controlled, how could there be talk of ‘respecting the wise and promoting the able’?
All that was at play was a proclamation.
Yes, a proclamation.
Just showing up here, saying through the door that he belonged to the ‘Send Family’ was enough.
And then?
Naturally, all the profits from his ‘live broadcast’ would go to the ‘Send Family.’
As for him, the main character?
Being alive was the greatest blessing for him, what more could he want?
Ever heard of blessings?
And indeed, things turned out just as Jason had expected.
"Now you are a private possession of the ‘Send Family.’
"Everything about you belongs to the ‘Send Family.’
"Including your life.
After making his declaration, the young man turned and walked away, but after only two steps, he suddenly stopped.
It was as if sothing had occurred to him, and he turned around and ca back.
"What do you look like under that mask?
"Utterly hideous?
"Or…
"An unexpected surprise?”
As he spoke, the young man licked his lips with his tongue, a flicker of indescribable excitent appeared in his eyes, and he started manipulating the computer in his hand.
Jason’s heart tensed.
A sensation of being bound by electric currents erged.
At the sa ti, two holes appeared in the ceiling of the ‘apartnt,’ and two robotic arms extended down, moving towards Jason’s face.
Their goal, of course, was to remove Jason’s mask.
Jason’s brow furrowed slightly.
His hand involuntarily grasped the hilt of the Broad Blade Cleaver.
He was well aware of the consequences of such an action.
If the difficulty of winning the final championship was one at the start, hacking this fool to pieces would raise that difficulty to three or four, or perhaps even higher.
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