After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS-Chapter 196 - 163: The World Watches Advertisement

Lakefront Business District, inside a residential building.

Haywood was cooking at home, his face still bore bruises from a previous beating, with purple ointment on the corners of his mouth, looking a bit disheveled.

However, his spirits were high, and he felt unprecedented ease in his heart.

Ever since being driven out of the Edge by the Viper Gang, he found himself sleeping soundly every night, no longer suffering from insomnia, and eating with a hearty appetite; even his chronic gastritis hardly bothered him anymore.

He had thought that these days of losing power would be hard to endure.

But upon reflection, he realized that he had achieved financial freedom, his children were by his side, and he was over sixty years old. Why continue to fight for territories and status?

With this thought, he felt his current life was simply wonderful and decided to live in the Inner City from now on, never to return to the Edge.

"Grandpa~" his young grandson ran over to hug Haywood's leg, looking up and asking in a childish voice, "When will we eat?"

Haywood said kindly, "Grandpa will finish cooking soon. You go watch TV first."

He picked up the remote and helped his grandson turn on the TV.

The news was still broadcasting stories about the Moonlight Mansion.

These days, the entire New Moon City and even the Human Territory at large were focused on the Xinghai Cinema hostage incident, and Haywood was no exception.

But he didn't want his grandson to see those brutal scenes, so he prepared to switch the channel to cartoons.

Before he pressed the button to change the channel, Haywood suddenly noticed that the news footage focused on a figure that seemed incredibly familiar.

His eyes widened uncontrollably as he called out, "Tank... Tank! Come look at this!"

Tank came out of the room, leaning on a crutch, and looked at the TV screen in the direction of Haywood's gaze, also frozen in place.

Haywood stared at the screen, muttering to himself, "Why are you involved in everything, kid..."

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Rust Wall District, an apartment on Rosen Street.

Su Mo's home was a mess, with furniture and chairs piled near windows and doors for reinforcement, and many shards of glass scattered on the floor, evidently from an earlier attack by thugs.

McCarthy lay on a bedding on the floor, resting with his eyes closed, and KK was beside him applying an ice pack to his head wound, taking good care of him.

Dongdong sat on a chair closest to the windows and doors, bouncing a baseball bat on her shoulder, blowing bubble gum, with many blood stains on her body, all left by the thugs.

Previously, five groups of people tried to break in and smash things, totaling over thirty thugs, all beaten into retreat by her.

Now, the Rust Wall District was experiencing a major power outage, with only a small backup generator providing power to basic appliances, so the experimental machines couldn't operate, and Future came out from the basement.

She sat in front of the TV, flipping through channels out of boredom, only to find every station broadcasting the same news program.

She yawned, her eyes drooping, "Without finishing the experiment, it's boring. I'll go play with mice instead."

She was about to turn off the TV when the screen zoomed in on a young man outside the Moonlight Mansion.

She glanced over unintentionally and froze, her wide panda eyes widening further: "Hm, am I seeing things?!"

KK turned his head, "What's up?"

Future rubbed her eyes and pointed at the screen, "Hey, it really seems like it! Look guys, our boss is on TV!"

KK moved up to the screen, his mouth dropping open in surprise, "Boss? How did you get there?!"

...

High-Tech Park, a single apartment.

The cozy little apartment was simply decorated, with round, well-fed cats happily living there, some napping on the cat tree, some feasting beside the cat bowl, and others energetically chasing and playing with each other.

Nuobai came out of the shower, entering the living room in pajamas, her wet long white hair wrapped in a bath towel.

She sat on the sofa and took out a hairdryer to dry her hair.

A mischievous big orange cat liked to squeeze into corners, finding a long object in a storage cabinet crevice and scratching it with its paw.

"Clang." The object fell to the ground, its black sheath sliding off to reveal a shiny section of blade.

The accumulated dust on the knife's sheath suggested that the knife's owner hadn't touched it in a long time.

Nuobai lightly flicked the big orange cat's nose, returned the Tang Blade to the storage cabinet, and gently put it away.

The big orange cat stuck to Nuobai, continuously rubbing its face against her slender, fair ankles, emitting purring sounds.

Nuobai picked up the big orange cat, took out a cat treat, and fed it while turning on the TV.

Upon seeing that familiar figure on TV, she froze in place.

The big orange cat on her lap meowed anxiously, urging its owner to give it the cat treat.

Nuobai set the big orange cat aside and walked quickly toward the TV, staring blankly at the person.

She reached out, laying her fingers gently on the screen, brushing against the familiar figure with her fingertips.

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Lake Heart Manor.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the villa's living room let in the lake's glimmer, the shimmering moonlight reflecting off the lake's surface, making the room seem like a dreamy world.

A record player emitted melodious classical music, the piano keys played softly accompanied by the violin's gentle performance, as though leading the moonlight in a dance.

A tall, handsome man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a simple yet exquisite shirt with a double helix pattern on his tie.

Holding a cellphone, the man wore a satisfied smile: "Good evening, Secretary Wang, it's been a while... Ah, how did such a minor thing in New Moon City reach the ears of the board at headquarters?"

"Hahaha, it's nothing, just the youngsters at Crow's Nest getting upset over losing a game, throwing a bit of a fit, that's all."

"Mmm... mmm alright... I understand the headquarters' point. Yes, it's true, we should tighten up a bit. Thank you for your concern, please convey my regards to the board."

Only after the other party ended the call did the man set his phone down and come to the record player, turning the volume up.

He hummed along to the classical music, stepping elegantly to the wine cellar in the living room, retrieving a bottle of exclusive red wine, the bottle's liquid as clear and lustrous as a blood-red gemstone.

Pouring the red wine into a decanter, he awaited that slumbering liquid to exude the richest aroma, casually turning on the TV.

Watching the young man standing in front of Moonlight Mansion on the screen, the man said with interest: "Oh? Has someone stepped up?"

He snapped his fingers, "Box One."

The ceiling of the living room resounded with a mechanical rhythm: "Hello, Deputy Director Zhao Yiming, Box One at your service."

Zhao Yiming said lazily, "The person on the TV, lookup information on him for me."

Almost instantly, the mechanical voice replied: "Based on the recognized biometric information, I have cross-referenced the Public Security Bureau's citizen database for you."

"This person is Su Mo, a fringe resident of New Moon City, who registered a small company called Edge Technology with the Business Bureau on August 29 this year..."

Box One detailed the intelligence on Su Mo and displayed relevant holographic projections in the living room.

All of Su Mo's personal statistics, including height, weight, and age, as well as Edge Technology's business scope, member structure, and even undisclosed private information such as revenue, expenditure, and profit were fully revealed.

Box One: "Based on comprehensive information comparison from other channels, the target is confirmed to be a mercenary in New Moon City, possessing the Mad Corpse Blood Code, currently judged to be in the High Tier of Awakening, closely associated with intermediaries Audiana and Dress."

Zhao Yiming poured red wine into a glass, gently swirling it: "Hiring mercenaries to handle it is indeed a smart move, this acting senator is a wise person."

He raised a toast to the TV screen, displaying a smile of engaging interest: "Let's see your performance, young man."

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