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Chapter 1755 The Burning Boss (Happy New Year! Long chapter, please vote!)

The thin man watched the old man slowly approach, then immediately put down the man in the baseball cap who was being held down, stood up abruptly, and rushed towards the old man.

The man in the baseball cap stared wide-eyed at the scene, somewhat puzzled as to why the thin man still had the courage to attack the old man at this moment.

But as he got up, he gave the skinny man a thumbs-up over his back.

Then he saw the gaunt man slide to his knees just as he was about to rush towards the old man, his entire body sliding more than ten meters before stopping in front of the old man. "Lord Hawke, I surrender, I surrender! I'll do whatever you say!"

The man in the baseball cap stared blankly at the scene, momentarily forgetting to run away.

The old man slowly passed by the thin man, his expression unchanged, but he reached out and gently patted the thin man's shoulder.

The thin man seemed relieved at that moment and lowered his hands.

The old man walked past him and headed toward the man in the baseball cap.

In that instant, the thin man behind him suddenly leaped up, an invisible utility knife blade appearing in his hand, carrying terrifying power as he stabbed towards the back of He Ao's neck.

The blade carried a suffocatingly cold aura, its entire state existing between illusion and reality, appearing both tangible and intangible. The moment the blade sliced ​​through the void, even the moisture in the air seemed to freeze into ice crystals.

In that instant, the speed and power displayed by the blade far exceeded the limits of the thin man.

But the old man, who was slowly moving forward, did not turn around. Just as the blade was about to pierce the back of the old man's neck, an old hand reached back and grabbed the thin man's cheek.

The raging flames instantly burned the hand into bones, then spread along the thin man's terrified face and head to his body.

In an instant, the gaunt man was burned into a cloud of scattered ashes.

A bounty of 100 million federal dollars is clearly very tempting.

With a sound like something heavy falling to the ground, He Ao withdrew his hand and slowly moved forward.

The man in the baseball cap was terrified by the sudden turn of events. He stopped halfway and looked at He Ao with trembling eyes.

"Old man, we don't seem to have any grudges against each other, do we?" The man in the baseball cap swallowed and looked at He Ao. "I don't even know you."

He Ao simply watched him quietly, then reached out and pulled a hardware wallet from his pocket.

The man in the baseball cap looked at the hardware wallet, swallowed hard, and quickly said, "Sir, there are eight million in cryptocurrency in that wallet. If you like, you can take it all."

He Ao seemed not to hear him. He glanced at the hardware wallet, then slowly crushed it with force.

The man in the baseball cap looked at the fragments of the hardware wallet that had fallen from the old man's fingers, swallowed hard, and seemed somewhat regretful.

But soon, he turned to look at He Ao and said with a forced smile, "Old man, look, is there anything you need me to do? I can do anything. I'm not like those two idiots. I will never go against you."

At this moment, He Ao raised his head, glanced quietly at the man in the baseball cap, and said calmly, "You are younger than I thought, you only look a little older than my son."

“I am young, I am young,” the man in the baseball cap nodded quickly. “I was lucky and obtained a C-level talent sequence, and was fortunate enough to be promoted.”

He said this, but heard no response from the old man. He looked up at the old man in front of him and saw that the other man was staring at him. He fell into a brief silence.

"Do you know Elian?" the old man asked slowly.

“Erian?” The man in the baseball cap paused, then smiled at He Ao. “That name sounds familiar, but it doesn’t sound like a particularly rare name. Maybe I’ve met someone similar before.”

"Do I need to remind you?" He Ao lowered his head, looked at the man in the baseball cap, and asked slowly.

The man in the baseball cap lowered his head and gave an awkward laugh. "What's your relationship with that El-An? You probably won't be able to find him now."

“You should know where he is,” Heo continued calmly.

“I really don’t know,” the man in the baseball cap said, his face growing even more embarrassed. He lowered his head, his muscles slowly tensing. “Do you really have to find him? What about others? El-An’s status isn’t that high, and his bounty isn’t that high either. If you’re interested, I can introduce you to a few with higher bounties.”

"He is my son."

The old man's calm voice echoed in the somewhat quiet and empty area.

In that instant, the man in the baseball cap's pupils contracted sharply, and almost simultaneously, he leaped into the air and rushed to the side.

But before he knew it, a hand had been placed on his shoulder, and no matter how he tried to move, his entire body was unable to move an inch.

“Let’s talk,” He Ao asked quietly, standing beside him. “What did my son say at the end?”

"I don't know either," the man in the baseball cap said somewhat awkwardly. "He was in another room at the time, and my men dealt with him; I didn't handle it."

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly added, "Elian wasn't a particularly key figure in the entire operation, and his bounty wasn't that high."

“Anything else?” He Ao asked calmly.

“I only heard it from my men,” the man in the baseball cap hesitated for a moment, then continued, “that the resistance in that room was quite fierce, and they held out for quite a while.”

Hearing this, He Ao was silent for a moment, then he continued to ask, "Do you know where his body is?"

“I don’t know,” the man in the baseball cap shook his head, glancing at He Ao slightly before continuing, “The intelligence agency told me to collect their bodies and then transport them away. As for where they were taken, I don’t know, not even the intelligence agency officer I was dealing with.”

He lowered his head and whispered, "I'm afraid only the head of the intelligence agency knows where these people were taken."

“What use would they have for the bodies of these young people?” He Ao asked in a low, hoarse voice.

“I don’t know either,” the man in the baseball cap shook his head, “but they do seem to be collecting these remains, especially those of high status and those in the core.”

"Do you accept applications from other cities as well?" He Ao suddenly asked.

“I don’t know,” the man in the baseball cap lowered his head, glanced cautiously at He Ao, and said with a hint of nervousness, “but judging from the attitude of the officials I’ve been in contact with, it seems like they accepted it.”

Then he looked up at He Ao, swallowed, and said softly, "Sir, I have answered all your questions. May I go back now?"

"What do you think?" He Ao lowered his head and looked at him.

The man in the baseball cap's face darkened, and without hesitation, he raised his hand and punched He Ao in the face.

At the same time, he turned his body to the side, trying to break free from He Ao's control in the instant that He Ao's attention was drawn to this feint.

However, his fist did not ultimately hit He's cheek. When the fist was only a short distance away from He's cheek, it reached its limit.

Throughout the entire process, He Ao's face remained expressionless, and the hand holding the man's shoulder did not move, but simply continued to press down on his body, restricting his movements.

But his arms were too short, and he couldn't touch Heo's body no matter what.

He immediately grabbed He Ao's wrist and tried to turn He Ao's body, but his hand was as firm as touching a mountain, and he could not budge it an inch.

He then tried to turn around, but due to the limitations of his body, he was unable to turn even an inch.

"Old man, what exactly do you want?!" Finally, the man raised his head and roared angrily at He Ao, "I only killed your son, why are you being so aggressive? Can't you be a little more magnanimous?"

He Ao:

He suddenly tightened his grip on the man's shoulder, causing the man's body to tilt and then kneel down with a loud crash, shattering the ground beneath his feet.

At that moment, He Ao let go of his hand, reached out and grabbed the man's bracelet, taking it off.

"What are you going to do?" The man in the baseball cap looked up at He Ao and instinctively reached for the bracelet.

But his forward movement stopped abruptly, he tilted forward and fell to the ground.

Blood, glowing yellow, seeped from his knees, seeping into the shattered ground and staining the entire surface red.

His kneecap shattered in that instant, rendering him completely immobile.

He Ao calmly unlocked the man in the baseball cap's bracelet, used his facial recognition to unlock it, opened the cryptocurrency software inside, and logged into his account.

Then he crouched down and showed the account interface to the man in the baseball cap, "Your eight million federal dollars are here, right?"

“What did you say, sir?” the man stared intently at Heo. “You’ve destroyed my hardware wallet.”

"Um,"

He Ao nodded slightly. He opened the hidden interface of the software, showing the numbers on it, and looked at the man. "Not only the eight million federal dollars, but also the money you've saved from doing dirty work over the years, it's all here, a total of twelve million federal dollars."

The man in the baseball cap stared at the long string of numbers, his eyes widening. "What do you want to do?!"

After a brief pause, he swallowed hard and said quickly, "Sir, sir, you're very capable. I can give you the money, can you let me go?"

His mind raced in that instant. Only he knew the password to his money, and it was set up with two verifications. If he survived, he could transfer the money before the old man could.

At that time, the sky will be high enough for birds to fly freely, and the sea will be wide enough for fish to leap freely.

“You really love money,” Heo said calmly, looking at him. “You’re willing to do anything to earn this money, even if you know you’re hurting people, killing people, and you know they’re right to hold a protest, but you don’t care. You just want money.”

"What exactly do you want to do?!" The man in the baseball cap's pupils suddenly contracted.

He Ao picked up the bracelet and quickly operated it.

Then he turned the bracelet around and pointed it at the man in the baseball cap, making him look at the contents of the bracelet.

The numbers on the bracelet were jumping rapidly, and the eight-digit number was decreasing at a visible speed.

What did you do?

The man in the baseball cap stared wide-eyed at He Ao, somewhat bewildered, unsure of what to say for a moment.

“You did some good things,” Heo said calmly, looking at him. “You donated the money to aid societies for homeless children in various cities.”

"You're insane! You're insane!" The man in the baseball cap stared wide-eyed at He Ao. "That's twelve million! That's twelve million! Do you know how much money that is?! It can elevate the lowly, enrich the poor, give courage to the cowardly, respect the incompetent, and allow a person to live a life of luxury and comfort."

His eyes widened, bloodshot and filled with bright red veins. The long string of numbers gradually disappeared into zero in his vision. "Do you know how much money you gave away?"

He looked at He Ao, his roar growing hoarseer and more hysterical.

However, no matter how he described it, the old man standing in front of him remained calm, without pity or mockery, only a serene stillness.

The old man didn't seem to care how much money he had or how much he had spent; he just wanted to see the man's pain, to see his anger and madness at losing the most important thing in his life.

"You're a madman! You're a madman!" In that instant, he stood up angrily.

The knee, stained with blood, suddenly unleashed terrifying power, shooting towards He Ao like a sharp arrow.

Talent Sequence 109: Ascetic, the more injuries he sustains, the stronger he becomes in combat.

He originally planned to wait for the old man to attack him a little more and hurt him a little more, so that he could accumulate more strength before launching an attack on the old man and looking for a chance to escape.

But at this moment, he could no longer hold back. He was so angry and so full of hatred that he wanted nothing more than to tear the stupid and crazy old man in front of him to pieces.

That old man had no idea how much money that was, or how much effort he had put in to earn it.

If this old man came for the money and wanted to take it from him, he could understand. But this old man donated all his money!
How could he donate this money! Doesn't he know how much that is?!

He Ao quietly watched the man in the baseball cap rushing frantically towards him, looking at his bloodshot eyes and the bulging pupils.

At that moment, he finally curled the corners of his mouth into a slight smile.

A raging fire erupted in an instant, engulfing the rapidly approaching figure, as if hatred had fueled a raging fire of anger that burned even the soul.

Ding--

The drifting dust scattered from the void onto the earth, leaving only a bone bead shaped like a molten skull stuck in the cracks of the broken ground, revealing a fawning yet bitter smile.

An aged hand pierced through the scattered ashes, grasped the bone bead, and picked it up.

The old man walked forward slowly and unsteadily, picked up the bone knife from the ground, and went into the depths of the crowd.

"Ah—explosion—explosion—fire—"

A scream pierced the quiet space, startling the crowd coming and going.

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