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65: Chapter 65: Times Have Changed, Old Man (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote)

65: Chapter 65: Times Have Changed, Old Man (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote)

He Ao looked at the uninvited guests blocking his way.

The excited expressions on these youths’ faces clearly indicated they were high on drugs.

“Please step aside,”

He Ao gave them a glance, saying softly.

“Hey, Old Geezer, from now on this is Crocodile Gang’s turf,”

The leader of the youths looked at He Ao with a smile, blocking his path, “Have you paid the protection fee to the Crocodile Gang?”

“Crocodile Gang?”

He Ao raised an eyebrow.

“This cripple old dog actually doesn’t know about the Crocodile Gang,”

The youth turned his head to look at his buddies as if he’d heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Hahaha”

The young men behind him all started laughing, their roaring laughter echoing in the surroundings.

“Please step aside,”

He Ao frowned and spoke softly once again.

“Come on, Old Geezer, let me show you what the Crocodile Gang is,” the youth rolled up the sleeve on his right arm, which had a tattoo of a huge, ferocious crocodile with its fangs bared on his arm.

He carefully showed the tattoo to He Ao, scoffing,

“The biggest gang in Aston District, Crocodile Gang,”

He put his hand in front of He Ao’s forehead and tapped it thrice, “Got it?

Cripple Old Geezer.”

“Step aside, please.”

He Ao observed the tattoo, memories slowly surfacing in his mind, his voice becoming increasingly calm.

“Hehe, the old dog is getting angry,” the youth pointed at He Ao’s forehead, turned his head back with a mocking laugh, his face full of arrogance and pride.

The youths at his side burst into a taunting laughter.

“Old dog, how should I put it,” he reached out and patted He Ao’s shoulder, then slowly raised his hand, a baseball bat passed to him by one of the people beside him, gripped it in his hand,

“It’s just your bad luck, running into us.

The boss said we need to blood the newbies, we won’t kill you, of course.

But, if you can’t afford the medical bills and die at home, don’t blame us.”

He wore a fierce smile on his cheek, lifted the baseball bat in his hand, and swung it down fiercely.

Thwack—

The sound was of the baseball bat striking something.

However, what the baseball bat struck was not He Ao’s head, but the palm of his hand that he had extended; his hand was like a sturdy vice, gripping the bat tightly in place.

“Old dog, let go.”

The youth struggled to free the bat but couldn’t, so he let go, throwing a punch at He Ao’s throat.

He Ao released the baseball bat, which clattered crisply onto the ground, while his hand moved back in front of his throat, grabbing the youth’s fist.

He then forcefully twisted and pulled, dislocating the youth’s arm, flinging him against a nearby wall.

“Attack!”

The remaining youths looked at each other, and after a momentary hesitation, they all picked up baseball bats and charged towards He Ao.

He Ao dodged the baseball bats by stepping aside several times, then surged forward, taking advantage of the youths’ vulnerability after their swings to land several punches to their abdomens, causing them to fall to the ground in pain.

Then he strode towards the youth sitting against the wall, who had been provoking him from the start.

The youth watched He Ao approach, a smile appearing on his face, “I didn’t expect you to know how to fight,”

Then he slowly raised a black handgun in his left hand, “But times have changed, old man.”

He Ao reached out swiftly, twisting hard, and the youth’s wrist was dislocated, his fingers rapidly losing strength and letting go, causing the handgun to slip from his grasp.

Thump—

He Ao reached out to catch the falling handgun, his index finger passing through the trigger guard, twirling the gun, then lifting his hand, holding the grip and pointing it at the youth, “No, young man, times haven’t changed.”

He pressed the muzzle downward, firing a shot into the youth’s thigh.

“Ah!!!”

Amidst a violent scream, fresh red blood instantly spurted out.

Then He Ao slowly raised the gun’s muzzle toward the young man’s head.

Instantly, the young man’s entire body stiffened in place, even forgetting the pain.

Bang—

He Ao fired without hesitation.

The searing bullet, carrying the wind, grazed the young man’s cheek and hit the wall behind him, causing him to tremble stiffly.

Bang—Bang—Bang—

Within a brief period, He Ao rapidly fired shots, with bullets tracing a semi-circle around the young man’s head.

A yellowish, fishy-smelling liquid trickled down along the young man’s trousers.

“Scram.”

He Ao pulled out the handgun’s magazine to take a look—it had long been emptied—so he swiftly dismantled the gun into parts and tossed them back to the young man.

He couldn’t take the gun with him; taking a gun for defense in an emergency was legal, and the first shot after disarming counted as self-defense.

If he continued to attack and hurt the other person after they had lost the ability to fight or had given up resistance, it could easily be considered excessive self-defense or accidental injury.

Therefore, he only used the gun to toy with the young man.

Moreover, the confiscated gun was worth thousands of federal coins.

Using it in an emergency was acceptable, but if he took it with him, he might be suspected of robbery.

Although it’s very likely these gang members wouldn’t end up calling the police.

The young man clumsily caught the thrown parts and tried to flee immediately, but he aggravated the wound on his leg and screamed in pain.

The few youths who had already picked themselves up quickly rushed over and helped the young man away.

The young man looked back, wanting to say a few harsh words, then met He Ao’s calm gaze.

He swallowed the harsh words and, supported by his followers, hobbled away.

Watching the young man leave, He Ao turned and continued on the path home.

Regit himself only knew a little about guns and didn’t have such high marksmanship.

The gun skills just now were acquired from Ande, through the ‘Basic Firearms Mastery’ skill.

This skill was divided into two parts; one merged into He Ao’s soul, and the other into his body.

The part that merged with the soul could be brought into a new Copy World.

Although it was only part of the skill, because it included Ande’s understanding of most firearms in the Copy World, completing some not-so-difficult firearm operations was possible.

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“Crocodile Gang.”

He Ao stood within the swiftly moving elevator, muttering to himself.

He faintly felt that this gang was connected to the mission, but now he couldn’t find any link.

This time the mission was to “Kill the exotic beast that has infiltrated Dawn City.”

The key words are ‘kill’ and ‘infiltrate’.

How to kill the exotic beast?

Kill it alone or with help?

How did the exotic beast infiltrate?

Did it bypass the defenses of Dawn City on its own, or did someone assist it? ƒгeewebnovёl.com

If the system really intended for He Ao to confront the exotic beast directly, then the beast should have appeared by this time; just charge at it and get it over with.

Since there’s no trace of the exotic beast yet, it means the situation is still progressing, which means there’s a possibility for He Ao to intervene.

This relates to the scoring of side missions and hidden tasks.

Although the overall event is shrouded in a thick fog, He Ao had already roughly identified two lines of resolution for this mission:

First, prioritize strength increase to ensure combat power when taking action.

Second, investigate the cause of the exotic beast’s infiltration and see if there’s an opportunity to alter the story progression.

Ding-dong—

The elevator arrived at the 37th floor, and He Ao slowly walked toward ‘his’ home, room number 3722.

Then he stopped at the door.

The door was ajar.