Chapter 1577: Chapter 1577

Chapter 1577: Chapter 1577: Black Wolf Gang

On the old street, shabbily dressed pedestrians lay scattered and dazed, while an old-fashioned red car quietly parked by the roadside.

A scrawny man with messy hair and simple overalls was squatting by the roadside, pulling a wire from the box beside him and connecting it to a small metal piece. Content orıginally comes from 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽

He continuously moved the small metal piece along the edge of the car door handle, seemingly sensing something.

“What are you doing here?” A voice suddenly came from behind.

“Why the hell do you care what I’m doing here?” The scrawny man didn’t even look up, still moving the metal piece relentlessly.

“Are you stealing a car?” The voice continued to ask.

“I forgot my damn car keys at home,” the scrawny man still kept his head down, “just thinking of other ways to unlock the car, isn’t it possible?”

“Is this your car?” The voice persisted.

“You’re so damn annoying,” the scrawny man pulled back his hand, “If this isn’t my damn car, could it possibly be yours? Get lost, get lost, don’t interfere with me opening the door.”

This time, instead of responding, the person reached out directly to press the car door handle.

With a crisp sound, the biometric function on the door handle activated, and the car door lock automatically opened.

The scrawny man was stunned for a moment, lifted his head, and looked to his side.

Only then did he notice that sometime beside him stood a tall and burly figure, facing away from the sun, almost blocking out the sunlight and leaving a shadow covering his body.

“Bro,” he awkwardly drew back his hand, inserted the metal piece back into the nearby hacking box, and with the handle of the box in hand, his entire body slowly retreated, “I seem to have mistaken the car. I just remembered, my car seems to be on the next street.”

Having said that, he suddenly leaped up, and like a nimble monkey darted to the side, attempting to flee at full speed.

But he’d barely taken a couple of steps when his body stiffened, unable to move.

A powerful hand grabbed his collar like a steel clamp, almost lifting him off the ground.

He could only sheepishly turn back his head, looking up at the burly figure holding him, and awkwardly smiling, “Bro, do you still need something? This is all a misunderstanding, doesn’t this car look exactly like mine?”

“Finn, are you trying to run?” He Ao still held his collar, looking at him, speaking calmly.

At this moment, a window had already popped up beside this scrawny man in He Ao’s intelligent glasses.

[Bounty: 50 federal coins]

[Bounty Requirement: Capture]

[Criminal Record: Burglary, Automobile Theft]

The scrawny man looked up and saw He Ao’s intelligent glasses. He sighed, “Alright, Bounty Hunter, I admit defeat, I’ll go with you. For such a small bounty, a big character like you is interested in it.”

He glanced at the car parked next to him, “Open the door, should I sit in the front passenger seat or the back seat?”

His eyes darted around, as if already thinking about how to escape later.

However, He Ao did not open the car door, but directly asked, “Have you been around here the whole time? Did you see who drove this car over?”

The man lifted his head, looked at He Ao, “Saw it, is he stealing your car too?”

“When did you see?” He Ao immediately asked, “Where did he go.”

He was only probing, not expecting that the scrawny man actually saw him.

“Yesterday evening, as it was getting dark, I don’t know where he went,” the man sighed, he lifted his head and looked towards the three tall buildings not far away, “but I saw him following some gang members in that direction.”

Saying this, he turned to look at He Ao, “Don’t think about finding him, in this lousy place, lives are worth less than synthesized peppercorns’ worth. He went in yesterday evening and hasn’t come out yet, probably gone.”

Saying this, he once again lamented, “If I hadn’t been sure he was probably dead, would I have come up to steal the car? Damn, my luck is really bad today.”

The hand holding his collar tapped on his shoulder, gently pushed, and his entire body was thrown back by a huge force.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch—” He clutched his shoulder, letting out a loud cry.

Then he suddenly realized something, raised his head, looking at He Ao, took half a step back, muscles tensed, as if he could turn around and run at any moment, “You’re letting me go?”

He Ao gave him a glance, turned his foot sideways, kicked up a piece of steel from beside him, caught it in his hand, then gently squeezed it and bent it into a simple ‘8’ shaped loop.

He then turned around, glanced at a nearby lamp post, then looked at the man.

The man looked at the steel in He Ao’s hand bent like cotton candy, swallowed his saliva, a bit of cold sweat appearing at his temple, finally, under He Ao’s gaze, he walked over, put both hands around the lamppost.

He Ao looped the steel around his hands, twisted it into a makeshift ‘handcuff’, attaching him to the lamppost.

Meanwhile, a [Information uploaded] prompt flashed across the glasses.

“All done,” He Ao released his hand, looking at the handcuffed man, “The patrol will come for you later.”

The man opened his mouth to speak, but after glancing at the steel cuffing him, dared not say anything.

Meanwhile, He Ao had already turned around, walked to the side of the car, opened the door, and sat inside.

The vehicle started automatically.

This car was a second-hand Belk brand car bought by the coach, Loren doesn’t really understand cars, but compared to ordinary second-hand cars, this one’s actually pretty pricey.

The coach always bragged to him about the car’s perfect front and rear wheel power ratio, two thousand horsepower, it’s a high-performance race track four-wheel drive car, bragging about the Belk brand’s hundreds of years of racing history.

But his left leg is lame, usually driving this car on crowded urban streets, rarely exceeding 50 kph.

However, he indeed loved this car, back then Loren lived with him, for convenience in opening doors and storing things, so Loren’s biometric information was recorded.

But as for touching, absolutely not allowed, this was his treasure.

He Ao swept a glance at the old faux leather interior, then pulled out a data cable from the car’s center console, connecting it to his wristband.

He then reached out to turn on the car’s screen, entering the dashcam interface.

He directly found the recording from yesterday evening, and played it.

The dashcam footage showed the car leaving the parking lot, traveling along the street, ultimately arriving here.

Throughout the process, the car was very quiet inside.

Upon arrival, the driver didn’t immediately exit the vehicle, instead turning on the car’s lights, seemingly waiting for something.

This dashcam had internal audio recording, He Ao could hear the driver rummaging through something inside the car, as well as sounds of interacting with the wristband.

After a while, a faint voice sounded inside the car.

“Mu He, we’ve been old friends for years, the kid is a good kid himself, he’s made a pile of cash for the gang, there’s no conflict, if you give a heads up, it’ll be fine, the odds are so high, even if he loses, you all can make quite a bit of money.”

This voice was somewhat tense, after a moment it continued, “This is a gesture of sincerity, should be enough to make up for our gang’s losses.”

Followed by a sigh, “The little bastard has won so many rounds without telling me, is that your own win? Someone’s squeezing your lifeline! Killing yourself! Damn it, this place can’t be stayed in, rescue if possible, if not gotta run.”

After cursing for a while, the voice in the dashcam resumed, “···that child poses no threat to the gang···”

He started ‘practicing’ again, but he was still a bit nervous.

After about ten minutes, a gentle knock on the door interrupted him, followed by a young voice, “Mu He wants to see you.”

Then there was the sound of the car door opening and closing.

He Ao switched to the left outside camera and saw two silhouettes disappearing into the dim twilight.

He Ao raised his wristband and opened the file on the Black Wolf Gang that Eve had retrieved, ‘Mu He,’ nicknamed ‘The Undertaker,’ the second-in-command of the Black Wolf Gang.

He lowered his gaze to the now-silent car screen.

The screen froze at the moment the vehicle powered down, and the hazy night descended upon the street.

He Ao reached into his pocket and took out the ‘K’ necklace.

Loren didn’t really necklace. The coach’s taste was indeed lacking. This style of necklace, paired with his big build, made him look more like a street gang member, out of place among his classmates at the private school.

He Ao lifted his hand, unclasped the necklace that had never been unclasped, and put it around his neck.

He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror.

Loren’s look was actually quite rugged. The glasses from Note Intelligence, though expensive, were well-designed and naturally softened some of his aggressiveness, adding a bit of elegance.

Surprisingly, the necklace went well with it, creating a masculine yet slightly refined aesthetic.

He Ao opened the car door and lifted his head to gaze at the towering trio of buildings.

The car door closed, locking automatically.

Three-in-One Building

“Where do you live?” A skinny gang youth blocked the young man heading towards the door of the towering building, holding a folding knife, “You don’t look like you live here?”

The passersby around kept their heads down, hurrying past the young man without even daring to lift their eyes.

“I’m here to deliver medicine to the clinic on the first floor.”

The young man lifted two large bags of medicine with trembling hands and said.

“What medicine?” The gang youth glanced at the bags in the young man’s hands.

“Some cold medicine, plus medicine for external injuries and antibiotics,” the young man stammered as he explained, “My colleague usually does this. It’s my first time today.”

“Alright, put the medicine down there.” The gang youth pointed to a steel low table beside him.

“My boss said I have to deliver it intact,” the young man said nervously, “Otherwise, I’ll lose my job.”

“I said put it down, so put it down,” the gang youth said coldly. He lifted his hand, with the folding knife’s back grazing against the young man’s stiff neck, “Do you want your job or your life?”

“I’ll put it down, I’ll put it down.” The young man quickly, trembling, placed the bags on the low table.

Just as he was about to let go, the gang youth stopped him, “Wait a minute.”

Watching the young man’s cautious and confused gaze, the gang youth glanced at his two companions, “We helped you out, and you’re just going to walk away empty-handed?”

He pointed the tip of the folding knife at the bags, “Aren’t you going to leave something?”

“Sure, sure.” The young man nodded quickly, fumbled in his pocket for a while, and pulled out a 10 federal coin bill, tossing it into the bag.

Then, without waiting for the gang youth to speak, he ran off without looking back.

“Cheapskate.” The gang youth glanced at the bill in the bag and tossed it directly to a companion behind him.

“What about the medicine?” one of the companions asked.

“That clinic’s Doctor has been a bit rebellious lately,” the gang youth said offhandedly, “Half the medicine should be enough.”

He opened the medical bags, took a look at the contents, and just as he was about to put them away, something caught the corner of his eye, causing him to pause.

At the end of the road, a burly young man was approaching quickly.

The gang youth stood up and took a step forward, blocking the burly youth, “Hey kid, never seen you before. What are you doing here?”

He Ao stopped and glanced down at the gang youth blocking his way.

A dialogue box appeared next to the young man.

[Bounty: 300 federal coins]

[Bounty requirements: capture, violence permitted]

[Criminal record: burglary, illegal drug trafficking, assault, murder]

A bounty of 300 is much more valuable than that petty thief earlier.

He Ao glanced at the two companions behind the gang youth, one was 250, the other 230.

Bounty hunting really is a high-paying profession.

He Ao pulled out a piece of jerky from his pocket and took a bite.

According to the data collected by Eve, ‘violence permitted’ means if attacked, or if the criminal resists arrest violently, firearms and other weapons can be used for control.

In such cases, capture isn’t restricted, dead or alive doesn’t matter.

But along the way, He Ao found that people with such high bounties were rare, and many gang members had no bounties, marked as ‘ordinary citizens.’

It seems those who are hunted with a bounty are the backbone figures of the gang.

“Oh, you’re a bounty hunter, huh?” The gang youth looked at He Ao’s glasses and chuckled, “What, trying to make money here? Do you know what place this is? Are you tired of living?”

“This is the Black Wolf Gang headquarters, right?” He Ao glanced at the gang youth and asked calmly.

“So you know where you are?” the gang youth sneered, and his two companions had already reached into their jackets.

“Is Mu He here?” He Ao asked directly.

The gang youth’s expression turned cold instantly, and he watched He Ao warily, “Who do you think you are to call Boss Mu He’s name directly?”

He sneered, “Do you know Boss Mu He’s nickname is ‘The Undertaker’? Everyone who provokes him ends up dead.”

“Oh, you don’t know where he is,” He Ao shook his head, “Then is Koro around?”

“What do you want with Koro?” the youth’s face darkened again.

“Oh, so he’s here,” He Ao looked up at the towering building in front of him, “Is it in this building?”

The youth’s mind told him that the one who ordered ‘Loren’s’ assassination, Koro, was in the office on the seventeenth floor of this building.