Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

Chapter 414: That Morbid and Paranoid Game Development Character (53)

Mo You's eyes were filled with frank doubts. "Just let your foster father decide. I believe your vision will not be wrong."

After hearing this, Wang Lai's fatigue from days of busy work was relieved a little. He was very pleased with Mo You's trust. In a few breaths, he went over the whole thing in his mind and had an idea in mind.

"It's getting late, and you've been very busy lately. Go back and rest early."

"Okay, you should take care of yourself too."

When his palm pressed on the door, Mo You turned around and said with some anticipation, "Can I stay in the house over there for a few more days?"

"Oh?" Wang Lai looked through the documents without raising his head. "What's the reason?"

Mo You touched his ear embarrassedly and said, "I met a few friends and they helped me a lot. I want to play with them for a few days before coming back."

Wang Lai had no objection to this little thing. He wrote a few words on the document with the pen in his hand and smiled like the kindest father in the world. "It's a good thing to make friends. I'll let Zhang Si go with you. He will protect your safety when dealing with those fish that slipped through the net."

"You can stay as long as you want and come back anytime."

"Great!"

"Then I won't disturb you."

The excited back looks like a carefree child. He is smart, but it is still too early, Wang Lai thought and shouted outside.

"Call Zhang Si here. I have something to tell him."

……

After completely leaving the sight of the Money Gang, Mo You slowed down his pace and began to review the whole process from beginning to end to see if there were any mistakes or omissions. Finally, he came to the conclusion:

It's not perfect yet and there is still a lot to be improved.

When Wang Lai announced his contribution, everyone in the Money Gang praised him for his intelligence at such a young age, and generously gave him the title of genius. Mo You didn't think he was really smart.

If he was really smart, why would he think of resisting only after he had lost half his life?

How could she be willing to endure Mo Cheng and the other two for so many years and expect a family relationship that didn't exist?

How could Liu Qi be left alive?

Although Wang Lai sent Lao Huang and found nothing abnormal, there was no guarantee that the other party would not suddenly come up with some means to interrogate Liu Qi, so there was still the risk of Liu Qi exposing himself.

Killing him is the safest option.

Thinking of this, Mo You did not make any moves on the plan in his mind, and the page belonging to Liu Qi was sealed at the bottom.

It seems to be the last conscience.

Members of the Money Gang walked among the winding streets and houses, their expressions either solemn and dignified or excited and bloodthirsty. A crack appeared in the windows that were not closed tightly, and pairs of eyes were staring at them and whispering.

"It looks like it will be very busy in the near future."

Mo You walked towards home in the shadow of the eaves and whispered, "Achen, are you there?"

"..."

There was a long silence, and the noise around made Mo You frown impatiently. He thought that those people were disturbing the monster, which made the monster unwilling to come out every time it heard the call and would hug him from behind the next second.

He took a few quick steps and came to the former territory of the Dragon and Tiger Gang. Compared to the bustling East District, it was extremely quiet.

Occasionally, you can see skinny stray cats and dogs digging into the trash cans to grab the meager leftovers, their fur flying and their cries shrilly, even when blood splashes into the soup, they lick it clean without any disgust.

Mo You turned his eyes away indifferently.

Once he was no different from these cats and dogs. The only difference was that he had a brain that could think and was not driven by instinct.

Later, the arrival of the monster made him completely distance himself from wild cats and dogs. Occasionally, when he passed by his "fellow creatures" who were still struggling for survival, he would feel pity for his past self, buy a piece of bread and feed them.

At that time, Mo You thought: I am no longer the unwanted bastard.

His second life was given by a monster.

The sky was just getting light and the morning was breaking. Mo You stood at the door of the small home that the monster had prepared for him. The light of the rising sun was left behind him, and his hand, which was pressing on the thin door, was shaking uncontrollably.

Except for that unanswered call, Mo You remained silent, with his heaving chest, heavy breathing, and face as pale as paper. He was like a terminally ill patient who had lost his only antidote.

"...Achen?"

The faint sound was cut off by the wind.

"Are you busy?"

Mo You didn't know how he got into the room. He sat on the carpet in a daze, his bright eyes filled with emptiness, like a lost child.

Suddenly, the shadow moved slightly. He held his breath, stared at the moving shadow, his lips trembling.

"Is it you?"

He was answered with despairing silence.

It turned out to be a dream brought about by the rising sun.

His heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and every beat was taking away his little vitality.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and everything around him was rapidly moving away. Something covered his mouth and nose, tied up his limbs, and dragged Mo You back to the dilapidated and dark hut.

His soul merged into the half-dead body lying on the cardboard bed. Time passed bit by bit, but Mo Yaoan didn't come, and he didn't wait for the monster.

"Whoosh hoot—"

Like a stranded dying fish, Mo You coughed heart-wrenchingly and gasped violently. He was saved from death by instinct when he was about to suffocate. Mo You lay on the ground in a mess, like a wooden man.

'patta'

A dark color soaked a small area of ​​carpet, a color that was distinguished from the surrounding bitterness.

Didn’t you agree that you would always watch over me?

Didn’t you make a promise that you would support me forever?

Have you found someone more suitable?

——Unacceptable!

A person cannot live without life.

Mo You lost his second life.

Monster, Achen... don't want him anymore.

The monster that came quietly left just as suddenly, as if it were a dream to him.

When I woke up from the dream, everything was gone.

The world lost its sound and color in his ears. Mo You held the jar of candy that the monster gave him in his arms, pressing it against his heart.

Then, the cries of a young animal were heard.

……

The night was dark, with no stars or moon.

In an abandoned weapons warehouse, two groups of people were fighting. The people on the left were all dressed in black with intricate gold and purple patterns embroidered on their cuffs, while the dozen or so people on the right were dressed like white ghosts, with their heads held high.

"Guimo Society, have you got what we want?" The young man in the lead on the right had an arrogant look on his face, looking down at people with a frown.

Someone from the Guimo Society stood up. It was Zhang Si, a familiar face. He waved his hand, and one of his men came forward with a box. "These are some new firearms. After the deposit is paid, we will take out the rest, and then we will pay the balance together."

Originally, a deposit should be paid first, but the people from the Golden Dragon Group were so unreasonable that they insisted on inspecting the goods first. Since he didn't know the identities of the other party, the vice president nodded in agreement, wanting to test their bottom line.

Feng Liu pouted, "It's not a big place, the food isn't that great, but there are a lot of rules, so picky!"

The eyes of the people from Guimo Society moved, but before they came, the vice president had instructed them that it would be best not to get into conflict before figuring out the other side's background.

The Golden Dragon Group's headquarters is in the central city area, while the lower city area is the headquarters of their Guimo Society. Fighting in their own territory will not be worth the loss.

While the leaders on both sides were staring at each other, their eyes lingered on the men they sent out. Each of them was holding a box in his hand and they squatted down at the same time five steps away.

"one."

"two."

"three!"

The countdown was over, and with a push and a pull, the boxes on both sides were switched. The first step of the transaction was completed, and Zhang Si breathed a sigh of relief, but then, a voice saying "the weight is wrong" made him open his eyes wide.

At the same time, Feng Liu's shout of "shoot!" also reached his ears.

Zhang Si roared, "Get out of the way!"

"bang bang bang"

The bullet grazed his cheek, and Zhang Si, who had narrowly escaped death, rolled to the ground. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he could hear continuous groans and the sound of bullets hitting his flesh, and sparks flew everywhere.

"fourteen!"

The broken box dropped stones all over the floor, reminding Fourteen that the weight was wrong and he had no time to dodge. He was beaten into a sieve, with blood spurting out of his body. He was deader than dead.

"Fight back! Fight back!!"

Seeing a brother die in front of them, the Guimo Society's eyes were red, unable to swallow this breath! They all drew their guns and fought back, and the Golden Dragon Group was caught off guard by the fighting method of injuring 1,000 enemies and injuring 800 of their own.

"Fuck! Don't they feel pain!?"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

"A bunch of lunatics!"

Feng Liu spat out a mouthful of blood foam, covered his bullet-infected arm and was carried away. He turned around and glared at the Guimo Society.

"Just wait for me!"

They were just low-class people from the lower city, yet they dared to shoot at them. When he goes back to report to the team leader, he will kill all the people in Guimo Society tomorrow!

'boom'

In response, a bullet hit his heel, scaring Feng Liuyi so much that he jumped three feet high, not daring to turn his head back.

Zhang Si, who won the fight, was not happy. There were more than twenty brothers when he came, but now only half of them were left. He waved his hand and silently carried Shisi's body on his back. The others did the same.

"Let's go back."

"I will tell the vice president about what happened today."

When the vice president was mentioned, everyone's expressions instantly relaxed, with a surprising sense of relief between their brows.

One of them gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Zhang, those people from the Central City don't stay where they are, but come to our territory to show off their power! It's really bad luck!"

Zhang Si was as gloomy as water. "Who knows? Don't worry. With the vice president here, the Golden Dragon Group won't last long."

Everyone nodded, obviously very convinced by the vice president.

Speaking of the vice president, we have to mention the Money Gang back then. After destroying the Dragon and Tiger Gang in just three days, they ruthlessly chopped off the outstretched claws of the Viper Gang and the Heisei Gang when they sent people to take advantage of the fact that they had not yet settled down.

After that, the vice president, who was the young leader at that time, disappeared in the Jinqian Gang. He returned two months later and brought the news of the surrender of the Viper Gang and the Hepingcheng Gang, which shocked a lot of people.

No one knew how the young gang leader, who was still a half-grown boy, managed to do what he did. After that, the situation of the four major gangs no longer existed. The Jinqian Gang unified the four districts, and at the suggestion of the young gang leader, it was changed to the Guimo Society two months later.

The people from the four gangs were disrupted and reorganized, and retrained and reassigned. Seniority was not the only factor in determining promotion. As long as one had the ability or a skill, one could get a promotion.

After the Guimo Society was officially established and got on track, there was only one voice in the darkness of the Lower City. They took over District 4 and maintained order in District 4.

Extortion, gang fights, and protection money were completely put to an end, and those caught were severely punished and directly locked up in a small dark room. People in the entire downtown area accepted this well and began to be grateful to the Guimo Society.

Now, as long as you walk down the street and say that you are a member of the Guimo Society, a large group of men, women, old and young will rush over and stuff things into your arms, looking at you as if you were their own children.

The appearance of the Lower Town is getting better and better, and the environment has also improved greatly. Now, the Guimo Society is not only a gang, but has even become an official organization of the Lower Town.

Whenever there was a dispute, the first thing people would do was to ask the Guimo Society to help with justice, which led to the Guimo Society having a very high prestige among the people.

A few years passed like this, and on an ordinary day, an old man with white hair and a beard that almost reached the ground came to the gate of the Guimo Society's base.

Being pushed away was impossible, so the two gatekeepers asked the old man about his purpose and chose to report when he asked to see the president and senior management.

Under the guidance of the young leader, no, the vice-chairman, they had long since learned not to judge people by appearance and not to let any information slip through their hands.

So, the old man met the president and vice president as he wished, and after saying something solemnly, he successfully made the two of them change their expressions.

They were not very clear about what happened afterwards. They only knew that the president called together all the senior executives and business partners, and everyone who could be called by name in the lower city gathered together. From day to night, the door of the conference room was never opened.

Later, the old man refused to stay and died the next day after returning home. It is said that he was holding a wooden sculpture in his hand when he died.

It is an irregular black color like clouds and mist, with a few stars on it. It is very delicate, but the meaning cannot be seen. Two words are engraved on the back - Starry Night.

Another day passed, and the president of the Guimo Society announced that the road between the lower city and the central city had been opened, and everyone would have the opportunity to live a better life in the central city.

The crowd was in an uproar.

People have always heard rumors about Midtown and Uptown, but no one has ever thought of looking for a path to the two districts, nor has anyone discovered a passage.

Following the president’s announcement, the veil that had been covering their minds was suddenly lifted, and everything became clear.

A passage appeared, and people from the two districts began to travel back and forth. Everyone acted as if it was normal, and didn't think there was anything wrong, as if it had always been this way.

Along with the surprise comes the turmoil of the other world.

The Guimo Society is the only dominant organization in the Lower City District, while the world in the Central City District is in chaos with all kinds of gangs, big and small, emerging one after another. The better environment has not prevented more intense competition, but instead it is a fight between you and me.

But there is one good thing, the fighting in the inner world only happens at night, and it is peaceful during the day.

When the two-district channel appeared, some gangs in the central city shifted their attention to the downtown area. In their view, the downtown area was a new, undeveloped piece of fat meat.

As for who owns this piece of fat meat?

Tsk, the lowly, backward lower-city untouchables are just making small troubles, how could they be their opponents?

With this in mind, the first gang that tried to help was wiped out, followed by the second, the third...

The repeated failures attracted the attention of some big gangs in the Central City, and the Golden Dragon Group was the first to take action.

All the way back to the base, the patrolling gang members saw them and hurried over to greet them. Some of them were assigned to help, while the rest suppressed their anxiety and patrolled honestly.

"Brother Zhang, did those bastards from the Golden Dragon Group attack you?"

"Quick! Get a few more people to help carry our brother's body back!"

"The rest of you, don't come up here, just patrol well!"

"Let's go, Brother Zhang. The president has taken medicine and is resting. The vice president has been waiting for you. I'll take you there."

"sorry to bother you."

Zhang Si breathed a sigh of relief and followed the people all the way to the innermost room on the fourth floor. The person who led the way knocked on the door and said he had brought the person in, then he stood aside and didn't say anything.

"Enter."

The sound through the door was not very clear.

Zhang Si looked at himself. He came back in a hurry and didn't have time to change his clothes, but the vice president was not the kind of person who cared about these things. He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, walked in quietly, turned around and closed the door.

The entire fourth floor is the vice president's territory. There is a wooden bookshelf on the right side of the study in front of him. The densely packed books give him a headache just by looking at them. Apart from that, the decoration is too simple.

Sitting on a chair with his back to the door, the black-haired young man was playing with something in his hands. His voice was naturally hoarse, "The people from the Golden Dragon Group are just so-so. They came here with the intention of testing us but sent a brainless idiot instead."

Click.

A pair of slender, clear hands carefully put the jar filled with colored cellophane back in place, where it could be seen at a glance.

The person who turned around finally revealed his full appearance.

The childish facial features have shed their own brilliance, and on the snow-white skin, the slightly brighter lips are slightly raised in a nonchalant arc, and the depth of the eyes hides an inseparable melancholy.

"Bury the dead properly, and send money to relatives at home." The long eyelashes were slightly raised.

"Don't you need me to teach you?"

Zhang Si quickly replied, "Don't worry, I know everything. Just do it as usual. Old Huang has already made the arrangements."

I'm not saying whether I'm satisfied or not. If I can't even arrange the things I'm used to doing, I'd be a waste.

"The Golden Dragon Group won't give up, but they won't be able to spare any time for the time being." Mo You said meaningfully, "There are many people watching them. If Feng Liu fails to give an explanation when he returns, those hyenas will definitely smell the scent and attack them."

Compared to the gang wars in Midtown, their previous four major gang wars were just minor skirmishes.

Zhang Si also thought of this, "What should we do next?"

The soft strands of hair brushed across the corners of her eyes as she tilted her head. Her smile grew increasingly morbid and she spoke softly.

"Look at them biting each other."

"It would be better if they all died."