Death Game: Starting as a Trickster, Pretending to Be a God

In the outer city, within the underground parking lot of a shopping mall, Lin Yu tied the driver uncle to the seat. After setting up a timed ”distress message” on his phone to be sent to all contacts in his address book three hours later, Lin Yu drove away from the parking lot.

There were still 30 hours until Sleepless Sky Huoxing’s birthday banquet officially began.

Lin Yu, once again in the identity of a wanted criminal, returned to the outskirts of the outer city of Sleepless City and once again arrived at the notorious ”Gray Three Streets.”

This time, the face of ”Furbollo,” currently on the wanted list, attracted quite a bit of attention.

However, given that eight out of ten people here were either currently wanted or had been wanted before, not too many people showed any particular frenzy towards Lin Yu at the moment.

When everyone is wanted, being wanted becomes less significant.

Still, prying eyes and hostility were unavoidable—this wasn’t related to the fact that Lin Yu was wanted, but rather to the reason he was wanted.

The reason he was wanted was for committing a triple homicide with one missing person—and the four victims were all among Sleepless City’s most outstanding middlemen!

If you asked where these middlemen had the most friends and deepest roots, it was definitely in Gray Three Streets on the outskirts of the outer city!

Here, many mercenaries, big and small, relied on the jobs they secured through these middlemen’s connections to make a living. Although many would complain about their high commission rates and the overly difficult tasks they selected, complaints aside, in the eyes of these mercenaries, these middlemen were...

Naturally, ”one of their own”!

Especially those powerful mercenaries, even those worthy of being called Legendary, had long-term cooperative relationships with those top-tier middlemen, and thus developed a peculiar bond and connection akin to friendship.

After all, these middlemen also deeply understood that their livelihood depended entirely on their connections. They wouldn’t just maintain relationships with the wealthy inner city nobles and high-ranking employer clients; naturally, they would also maintain good relations with those ”highly capable” mercenaries, actively befriending them.

In fact, for these middlemen, most of whom also came from the lower classes and the outer city, compared to those inner city folk who only saw them as jackals and hyenas, useful tools, they certainly found more common ground and shared interests with the mercenaries and gang members.

Lin Yu, facing those scrutinizing, probing, and even hateful gazes, feeling the hostility that stemmed not from profit but more from sentiment, returned with practiced ease to the Magic Boar Bar.

This time, however, Lin Yu acted as if he were truly just a customer coming for a drink.

”One of today’s specials, keep the change.”

Lin Yu paid at the bar and received a glass of strong, concentrated liquor.

He examined the transparent liquid in the glass and the lemon slice on the rim, but did not drink.

Then, the stool beside him was pulled back.

He turned to look. ”Shark Shock,” whom he had previously met in the identity of ’May May,’ sat down.

”Hey, a beer.”

Shark Shock said, glancing sideways at Lin Yu.

”Buddy, you’re Furbollo, right? I’ve heard so much about you... I’d heard your name many times before, and today I’ve heard it several more times, fresh and hot off the press.”

Lin Yu slowly rotated the base of the glass in front of him with his fingers and spoke calmly.

”If you have something to say, just say it... I’m very busy.”

”You should know, famous people are always busy, so don’t waste my time.”

Hearing Lin Yu’s not-so-friendly tone, Shark Shock laughed.

”Ha, ha, quite the attitude... but I like this straightforward nature. I’ll get straight to the point then.”

”Right now, the Sleepless City authorities say you’re the murderer who killed Poison Needle, Gunpowder, and Rose, and caused Black Snake’s disappearance...”

”Brother, these four had long-term business relationships with our ’Magic Boar Bar.’ Our boss, ’The Butcher,’ also had some friendship with them. Now you dare to swagger in and sit in our establishment... I have no choice but to ask on behalf of our boss to get things clear.”

Shark Shock took a large mug of beer from the bartender and downed it in one go.

Then, he put down the mug and patted Lin Yu on the shoulder.

”So, brother... did you do it?”

Lin Yu gently pinched Shark Shock’s wrist.

”First of all, old chap, I don’t really like people touching me, especially drunkards...”

”Secondly...”

Lin Yu applied force with two fingers, gripping Shark Shock’s wrist tightly, then flung the guy out.

”Bang!”

Shark Shock flew backward, knocked over several tables, and rolled a few times on the floor before stopping.

It was still early, and the Magic Boar Bar wasn’t full, only sparsely occupied by a few tables.

So Shark Shock’s flight didn’t cause any harm to innocent bystanders; he just lay on the floor groaning in pain.

Lin Yu looked at this minor boss who kept watch over the Magic Boar Bar and took a small sip of the strong liquor in his glass.

He didn’t swallow it, but instead conveniently stored it away using the [Prayer Water Necklace].

After all, Lin Yu didn’t have the habit of drinking alcohol.

Only then did Lin Yu stand up, looking down from above at Shark Shock, who was slowly getting up.

”Secondly... what standing do you have to come asking me questions?”

”What’s the point of me telling a small fry like you whether I killed someone or not? What difference does it make if you believe it or not?”

Lin Yu lifted Shark Shock, who was in the process of getting up.

The mercenaries and gang members drinking around them stared, dumbfounded.

You have to understand, Shark Shock was definitely not weak.

On the contrary, being able to single-handedly oversee a venue in Gray Three Streets, Shark Shock’s strength was absolutely considered above average among mercenaries and gang members!

Plus, his past experience as a temporary, external bodyguard for a Peerage Noble in the inner city had earned him connections to high society that few residents on the outskirts of the outer city had...

Even if they were just stewards, other formal bodyguards, and minor leaders of large companies, it was enough.

So Shark Shock was a figure of some repute in Gray Three Streets—at least in the minds of most gang members, he should be on par with ”Furbollo,” whose name they’d only heard and who seemed to have deep connections with the Public Security Bureau.

After all... these mercenaries on the outskirts of the outer city actually knew very little about the true weight behind the name ”Furbollo.”

But now they were getting a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg—through the way Fu Luo held Shark Shock and spoke contemptuously, they directly realized this man’s comprehensive superiority over Shark Shock, both in strength and status.

This also made the rumor that he had ”killed three middlemen,” which many had initially doubted, thinking he was just a scapegoat pushed out by the nobles, seem increasingly credible.

And Lin Yu, holding Shark Shock, also waited silently.

He was waiting... for someone to come to the rescue.

Sure enough, before long, the bar’s main door opened, and a tall, burly man walked in.

”Mr. Furbollo,” the other party spoke in a booming voice, ”please be merciful and let Shock go.”

”Just give me, ’The Butcher,’ some face!”