"Oh? That"s really good news…" Lucifer, who looked approximately 23 to 24 years old, didn"t even turn his head around, as he concentrated on playing his game. The guard which had come to notify him of his freedom didn"t dare to move around and waited for him to finish playing his game.This wait took a full 20 minutes.
Finally, Lucifer won and closed his game in satisfaction, then he slowly turned his body around.
An unforgettable face with just one look at it.
His forehead was wide and full, his nose bridge was high and straight, his gaze was full of vigor like a lightning flash, and a part which left an especially deep impression was a long and black wing-like birthmark on his right cheek. Coupled with a cynical smile and an attractive golden hair, his entire person was full of a devilish charisma.
"I remember that the last time you all came to notify me, you said that you wanted me to do some things for you." Lucifer crossed his legs and smiled. "I think now it"s time for me to know what is it, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Lucifer." The guard, Snow, respectfully said, "Please follow me."
"Ohh, understood, looks like today is really a good day. After I get out, perhaps I should celebrate." Lucifer roared with laughter and stood up. He was taller than ordinary people, about 1.85 meters tall. His shoulders, especially, were much broader than normal, and he totally didn"t have the weakly feeling of those geeks that stayed in here every day.
"Mr. Lucifer has gained freedom, that naturally needs to be celebrated." Snow flattered. "May I know whether Mr. Lucifer has any good suggestions to guide me a little?"
"Don"t bet on ball games." Lucifer insipidly said, "You know I"ve always hated it."
"O… OK!"
After bringing Lucifer to Horace"s office, the guard directly took his phone out and made a call. "Hey, Harris. Listen, Lucifer has clearly said not to bet on ball games. He hates it! For the time being, don"t bet on any ball game, no matter what it is, do you hear me!"
"Oh, G.o.d!" The person at the other end of the call exclaimed, "Tonight is Chivas Team vs Mosgow Team. I"ve just prepared to bet 50,000 dollars on it! Chivas Team is sure to win. Brother, do we give up just like that?"
"Nonsense, are you not heeding what Lucifer has said!" The guard anxiously said, "Have you forgotten about the previous time? If you place the bet, you"ll definitely lose badly!"
"O… OK!"
…
"Ah, Mr. Lucifer. h.e.l.lo." Upon seeing Lucifer Vincent Iverson entering the room, Horace instantly went forward to embrace him. He smiled and said, "Previously, I"ve made Mr. Lucifer suffer and stay there for a period of time. I"m really sorry."
"It"s alright." After embracing, Lucifer found himself a place to sit as he behaved extremely at ease. He took a drink, opened it, and drank a mouthful. Then, he smiled and said, "A salary of 5 million every year, with the best computer and internet to let me play games. I"m still rather satisfied with this."
"Yes yes yes." Towards Lucifer, Horace needed to be cautious., "Today, upon inviting Mr. Lucifer out, we have one target." As he spoke, he took out a picture of Hong Dali. Pointing at the picture, he said, "It"s this person. He"s called Hong Dali, a very talented young man who has recently risen in Heavenly State. A prodigal who has hold of rather advanced technology. In order to avoid the future, possible threats he might pose towards our Merika, so, we need you, Mr. Lucifer, to make your move. Later, we"ll pa.s.s you the specific details about him." Speaking up to this point, Horace solemnly said, "Get rid of him!"
Lucifer felt strange as he took the picture. Upon looking at Hong Dali on the picture, who was smiling very cheerfully and happily, he mumbled. "This person looks quite fine. Alright, by then, it"ll depend on my mood. Um, you"re asking me to go to Heavenly State, right?"
"Yes." Horace nodded. "We"ve already settled all the necessary procedures for you. You can rest today, and tomorrow afternoon you"ll set off."
"OK." Lucifer shrugged and smiled. "Heavenly State, a mysterious nation. I like it."
…
Merika football professional league.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the battle today is between Chivas Team vs Mosgow Team!" On the match ground, the announcer was currently shouting at the top of his lungs. "Oh great G.o.d, Chivas Team is the strongest football team in Merika, what kind of attack would Mosgow team face? Three vs one? Four vs one? Or perhaps five vs one?"
"Brother, exactly what kind of accident do you think will happen this time?" Harris lowered his voice and asked Snow who was beside him. "In this compet.i.tion, no matter how unexpected it is, it"ll either be Mosgow Team winning or a tie, right?"
"I"m not sure as well. You only need to know that for this compet.i.tion, we cannot bet a single cent on it." Snow touched his chin. "Lucifer"s words will definitely not be wrong. Let"s wait and see. I"m also very curious about what will happen."
"Ladies and gentlemen, the compet.i.tion is starting soon." The announcer loudly said, "Let us enjoy this spectacular match to the fullest! Of course, perhaps for this compet.i.tion, we only need to watch Chivas Team"s performance."
Harris took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He then tossed another one to Snow.
The two of them lit the cigarettes and started smoking.
Very soon, the compet.i.tion started. Chivas Team was indeed the strong team that the announcer had thought highly of, and throughout the entire first half of the match, it practically stayed in front of Mosgow Team"s goal post and madly launched attacks one after another. Mosgow team was desperately hanging in there, without any chance to retaliate.
Upon seeing such a scene, Harris violently choked on his cigarette and coughed. With such a fierce and intense attack, would something unexpected really happen in today"s football match? This, wasn"t really possible, right?"
"This… this…" Harris stared with extremely wide eyes. "Is this really OK?"
"Should… Should be…" Snow was stunned as well. "Why is this Chivas Team so scary today?! Back then, they weren"t like this. Could it be that Lucifer isn"t accurate this time?"
Very soon, the first half of the match ended. Though the score was still 0-0, anyone would"ve been able to tell that Mosgow Team was holding on with its last breath. Probably not long after, they"d all collapse and be heavily defeated.
The next half of the round continued. Chivas Team continued to madly attack, and the announcer spoke till his saliva was spattered all over. Upon seeing that they were going to lose without even the strength to defend, the audience screamed their lungs out, all voices supporting Chivas Team.
"This… There wouldn"t be an accident, right?" Harris felt strange and asked.
"Should… Should be, right?" Now, even Snow became rather uncertain.
Then, as if to prove them right, an accident finally appeared…
"As expected, the great Chivas Team didn"t disappoint any…" Speaking up to this point, the announcer stopped talking all of a sudden as if he had been strangled. After a short moment of silence, a scream pierced through the sky. "My G.o.d—!!!!"
This wasn"t because Chivas Team had scored a goal. Just when the audience felt curious about what exactly was happening, suddenly, a gunshot sounded!
Boom boom boom boom—!!!
That was the sound of a machine gun!
Just then, the microphone of the announcer was s.n.a.t.c.hed away, and a deep and terrifying voice sounded. "Ah, dear audience. h.e.l.lo, I"m called the clown. Of course, I"m not a clown from a circus. The work I do is extremely simple—killing people is my profession, and robbery is my hobby. Everyone, it"s best for you not to move. Or else, I"ll not be responsible if something happens, yahahahaha!"
"This… This…" Snow and Harris stared in bewilderment. "This is also possible?!"
The entire stadium was first silent, then earth-shaking screams sounded. "Ah—!!!!"
The clown"s underlings raised their machine guns and shot furiously again, then the entire place was finally silent.
"Mm, I"m extremely sorry for scaring everyone." The clown grinned and snapped his fingers. "Now, I announce that the compet.i.tion has stopped. Everyone, you"d better hand us all your money. If you cooperate well, I"ll consider killing fewer people…"
…
The Merika news report that afternoon: "On the match between Chivas Team and Mosgow Team, due to the involvement of a terrorist organization"s leader, "Clown," the game came to a stop. According to news, apart from the audience being robbed of all their cash, the betting amounts has also been completely jumbled up. Currently, the police is carrying out investigations…"
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Shanghai Tianhai, in s.h.i.+rois.h.i.+ Kazuma"s secret apartment.
"Young Master Qian, how many users are left in Spiritual Sword?" asked the bedridden s.h.i.+rois.h.i.+ Kazuma with expressionless eyes. He"d always prided himself in leaving no loopholes in his schemes. But this time, he"d really been hurt bad.
Previously, on the online novel website aspect, it could still be said that he"d made a small mistake and underestimated the hatred the citizens of Heavenly State had towards the Jabanese.
But this time, for the battle of online gaming, s.h.i.+rois.h.i.+ Kazuma could be said to not have made any mistakes. He"d done everything to extreme perfection. Nevertheless, a few days later, all his hard work had been in vain, causing close to 500 million of capital funds to fully evaporate. In the future, Spiritual Sword would not be able to earn back even a single cent.
"Mr. s.h.i.+, Spiritual Sword is only left with…" Qian Youjin"s voice was very helpless and disappointed as well. "Only left with around 50,000 users… Many servers are completely empty. 180 servers, empty just like that…"
"Hehe, this time, we"ve thoroughly lost…" s.h.i.+rois.h.i.+ Kazuma slightly waved his hand. "Leave. I"ll lie here for a while and think about it properly…"
"Yes, Mr. s.h.i.+." Qian Youjin said in a soft voice, "Rest well. Don"t think too much about it."
After Qian Youjin had left, s.h.i.+rois.h.i.+ Kazuma gazed at the ceiling listlessly and mumbled, "Hong Dali… Hong Dali… You"re indeed a very scary person. This exceeding luck of yours has already gained you extremely big confidence. What a pity you"re not Jabanese. Since we can"t have it, then we can only… completely destroy you!"
Thinking up to this point, he took out his phone, installed an encipherer receiver device, then dialed an extremely long number…