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Chapter 888: Chapter 63 Extortion!

Chapter 888 -63 Extortion!

The winner, gains everything.

The loser, loses everything.

Everything is really everything.

It is not a description.

It is actually everything.

Because, history is written by the victors.

Upon hearing Hera10’s transcript, the two words Jason thought of were:

Pawns.

Trap.

Pawns, all the people in Zone F, including those captured ‘Hundred Major Families’ members.

Trap, ‘Hundred Major Families’ are setting a trap for ‘them’.

‘They’ know now, possess the power they should not have known about, possess.

Why ‘they’ initially came to know, possess such power is no longer important.

What’s important is…

‘They’ must die!

And all the people in Zone F are their funeral companions.

Does it hurt?

Are you angry?

A bit of both.

But Jason remained calm.

In ‘Nightless City’, he had long learned to ‘calmly observe’ everything.

Including staying calm even when he himself is involved.

Any anger or discomfort would only impact his own chances of ultimate survival, just like now, as Jason walks beside Hera10, starting to receive his ‘food’ as usual.

‘Ailong Spear’ filled a container.

Each spear individually stored in a box.

As he approached, Jason couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

Rich chocolate scent!

Perhaps each ‘Ailong Spear’ had a faint ‘flavor’, but when 99 ‘Ailong Spears’ were put together, the change in quantity finally caused a qualitative change.

"Lord Jason, do you need me to move them to your room?”

A ‘Game Mansion’ staff member asked.

"Yes.”

"I also need some spirits.”

Jason nodded and added.

Spirits?

Does Jason also drink?

He usually doesn’t like it, only enjoys it in the presence of weapons?

Truly a man I admire!

Hera10 thought with joy.

In the eyes of the tenth heir of the ‘Hera Family’, a true warrior never refuses weapons and alcohol, especially when both are present, it’s indeed something to rejoice over.

Raising his glass to the weapon before him.

The moon hangs high, a slight breeze blows by.

Mixed with falling petals, drifting into the glass.

No need to remove the petals, let them float atop the wine, watching the wine in the glass, the painting on the wine, the moon in the wine.

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Isn’t this the romance of a warrior?

Of course, it would be even better if I were pouring wine beside Jason.

Hera10 thought so.

Yet Jason didn’t give Hera10 a chance, directly returning to his room with 99 ‘Ailong Spears’.

"I need to be alone for a while, do not disturb me.”

Such words made Hera10 stop.

She really liked Jason.

But she respected Jason even more.

"Can we have lunch together at noon?”

Hera10 asked, looking at Jason’s back.

"Yes.”

Jason answered straightforwardly.

He never refuses food.

Especially after Hera10 brought so much ‘food’.

Perhaps afterwards, there won’t be such opportunities.

But at this moment, Jason felt grateful.

For the ‘food’.

And for the person who brought the ‘food’.

And when this person is not an enemy, he is always friendly.

Listening to Jason’s definitive, straightforward answer, Hera10 smiled and returned to her room.

There was still some time until noon, she had to complete her training.

Then, go to have lunch with Jason in her best state.

Long boxes filled with ‘Ailong Spears’, were neatly stacked by ‘Game Mansion’ staff in Jason’s room on the top floor, as per Jason’s request, crates of spirits also appeared here.

Opening the box, pulling out a bottle of spirits, Jason directly twisted it open.

Amidst the pungent scent of alcohol, he washed his hands.

Then, cleaned each ‘Ailong Spear’.

Not the aesthetic Hera10 imagined.

Simply the most direct, rudimentary way of cleaning.

Even somewhat rough.

With this in mind, Jason’s cleaning speed was quite fast, and in half an hour, all ‘Ailong Spears’ were cleaned, which included checking the long boxes holding them.

He trusted Hera10, but that did not mean he trusted the ‘Hera Family’.

Then, Jason did not start right away.

Instead, he silently waited.

About 5 minutes later.

Elevator sounds rang from outside the door.

Ding!

The crisp electronic sound included two footsteps.

The former was familiar, Pers’s, the latter was unfamiliar.

Without needing to open the door, Jason could ‘see’ Pers, helpless walking in front of the stranger.

Indeed, that was the case.

Feeling the hard gun barrel on his back, Pers really had a helpless expression.

He was originally practicing his shooting skills in the training room.

This was Builder’s suggestion.

To quickly gain self-protection ability, relying on firearms was the best way.

Since both Martial Arts and secret techniques are difficult to obtain, especially the latter, with even more difficult ways of accessing, and even if obtained, required a lot of time for practice, unlike firearms which were more efficient.

So, Pers totally threw himself into the targeting range of the training room.

Eating, drinking, toileting, all were done here.

And beside Pers was Roslor the doctor.

Like Pers, this doctor was also practicing shooting.

Builder?

Having ‘mutated’, gained different talents, and initially being a ‘security consultant’ with quite good shooting skills, Builder naturally didn’t practice shooting skills again, but rather allowed his body to open up more.