Crime Prison Island
Chapter 162 - 72: Ghost Catching People_2

Chapter 162: Chapter 72: Ghost Catching People_2

"Don’t like Japanese, huh?" Gao Xin thought to himself.

He then saw that person with the crooked nose speak cheerfully to all the Glass People, "You little poor things are lucky to end up with me."

"I’m Kerry, you can call me ’Four Fingers’."

"I’m just here to make some money and get by; I don’t like killing."

"If the rules allow it and I can get through this without much fuss, I’ll just take the 100-point survival reward and leave."

"Also, I can protect you guys, and in return, you can give me your survival rewards afterward."

He went straight into business, openly offering to safeguard the weak.

Most of the Glass People present were thrilled to hear this.

Not all games were like the ones Gao Xin experienced, where everyone was fiercely competitive.

Qiao Long had encountered these casual players before— they often participated. Just needed money, get a hundred points, and then leave.

Since it’s a beginner game, as long as the Radiations aren’t greedy and play it cool, they almost never die.

In the village, there’s a group of Radiations who do this daily like clocking into a job. Over time, they easily make a guaranteed monthly income of three thousand... It’s not a small amount.

Gao Xin pondered; he also came to the beginner game without any desire to cause trouble, mostly because he was tight on money.

He initially planned to just casually protect some Glass People, collect some protection money, and make a quick eight hundred or a thousand redemption points and be done with it.

However, because he hadn’t seen the rules yet, he didn’t bring it up proactively.

Unexpectedly, there was competition, someone had beaten him in rallying the Glass People...

"Just came in and already acting big, thinking about protecting Glass People? Did you ask me?"

Soon another Radiation entered, this guy was extremely obese, a meaty-type Radiation, his body fat completely mismatched, resembling a sumo wrestler.

Despite his size, he wore heavy armor with no sleeves, his massive amount of fat squeezed out from the short sleeves of the armor, swollen like a strapped pillow.

The heavyweight armor was unique, with a mechanical device on the buttocks, obviously to assist him in using the bathroom... otherwise, he probably couldn’t even reach to wipe himself...

"Wow, you’re heavyweight; you call the shots... just pretend everything I just said was nonsense. I’ll just grind till the game’s end and take a mere hundred."

Seeing the Radiation who must weigh at least five hundred kilos come in, Kerry immediately backed down, laughing continuously as he gestured with his hands to step aside.

"Hmph..." the fat pig snorted coldly.

Then Gao Xin, who also squinted without speaking, puzzled, "Is even the Yakuza’s dark hand participating in the game now?"

Gao Xin’s black kimono was the standard uniform of the Yakuza’s dark hand.

In response, Gao Xin simply said, "That’s none of your business."

The fat pig’s gaze sharpened, showing a fierce demeanor, "Fine, fine, fine, once we’re in the game, all’s fair in life and death."

"Don’t get cocky, Yakuza, I’ll break your legs first!"

He openly showed hostility towards Gao Xin, his enormous figure lunging forward.

His hands, equipped with knuckle dusters, seemed to descend like a landslide!

Fighting started even before everyone had arrived!

"Damn..." Gao Xin was somewhat amused but also frustrated; the Yakuza are really unpopular.

Dressed in this Akuma outfit, it was fine outside, but once inside the game, already two Radiations had started being hostile towards him.

The fat pig in front of him even went as far as to start a physical conflict.

"Thud!"

Gao Xin swiftly dodged the blow; the opponent was strong but not as fast as him.

The persistent fat pig was unrestrained, seizing a moment when his knuckle dusters fired bullets rapidly.

His shooting was accurate, and within moments, Gao Xin was hit several times.

But these minor injuries were nothing to him. C-grade kinetic resistance spores and genuine wolf-grade defense immediately caught the bullets in his muscles.

Fortunately, the shots hit his arms and abdomen, while his chest was protected by a metal box holding nuclear fuel, which was tough and bulletproof.

With a flick of his wrist, Gao Xin squeezed out the bullets and drew his katana.

He was faster than his opponent; several slashes later, the fat pig’s arms were marked with bloody cuts, skin flayed and flesh torn.

However, there was no harm done to the torso area; the guy wore heavy armor which Gao Xin’s slashes couldn’t penetrate.

"Fat pig, do you really want to fight to the death right now?" Gao Xin warned.

At the same time, he confirmed the opponent was a genuine wolf; otherwise, those slashes would have chopped off the fat pig’s arms.

Genuine wolf-grade, weighing at least five hundred kilos, this guy’s basic strength reached a towering fifteen tons!

While Gao Xin, had only 1.8 tons...

This fat pig’s basic strength was more than eight times his!

"Hahaha, scared? Weren’t you Yakuza very fierce when you destroyed my gang?" the fat pig laughed maniacally, brimming with a murderous intent, actually planning to fight Gao Xin to the death.

Gao Xin looked relieved and suddenly plunged a katana into his own abdomen!

This scene stupefied everyone else. What the hell? Committing seppuku?

Rousi exclaimed, "What? Are you apologizing?"

Gao Xin proudly retorted, "When did I ever say I was with the Yakuzas? Just because I wear their clothes, I have to be one of them?"

He had come to the game because he was too poor to afford a change of clothes, not expecting this outfit to draw so much enmity in the game.

Everyone was taken aback by his words. What did he mean? Was this guy not a Yakuza?

But Rousi didn’t care about that and swung his fist to strike with a whistling wind and immense power.

Gao Xin immediately dodged, but still got grazed, his ribs breaking instantly, and his body was sent flying.

However, just as he was about to be thrown backward, he thrust his katana forcefully into Rousi’s arm, piercing through the flesh and nailing it firmly.

This way, he wasn’t smashed away but got stuck on Rousi’s hand instead.

Simultaneously, another knife used for seppuku was swiftly pulled from his abdomen, slanting upwards, it sliced towards Rousi’s groin with a trail of blood!

"Clang!"

At the moment of striking, the heavy armor was tough and resisted the cut.

However, immediately after, the armor there started to corrode, and so did the katana.

But the katana was long enough, and Gao Xin kept pushing it further. Eventually, despite half the blade dissolving, he managed to puncture Rousi’s lower body.

"Pfft!"

"Arrrgh!"

Rousi screamed in agony, not expecting the blade, as if enchanted, to suddenly penetrate his heavy armor!

At that moment, his legs buckled, and he half-knelt down, flailing his fists in desperation.

Gao Xin, stepping on his fists, pulled out his blade and retreated, avoiding further strikes.

"Considering your grudge against the Yakuzas, this time I only slice off your little head, not the big one!"

"If you continue to cause trouble, you won’t even have a chance to be repaired."

Gao Xin discarded the now useless blade, returned to the center of the arena, and casually took out a water bottle from his pocket, drinking heartily.

Rousi glared at him, somewhat confused. What did he mean by ’considering your grudge against the Yakuzas’?

Could this guy actually not be a Yakuza?

Why else would he wear that outfit unless...

At that, Kerry inquired, "You actually dared to impersonate a Yakuza?"

Gao Xin coolly responded, "Why not?"

Kerry raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Which faction sent you to infiltrate?"

Gao Xin shrugged. "Would you believe me if I said I just had no clothes to wear?"

Kerry was taken aback. The reason was absurd, but precisely because of that, he believed it.

Just as they were about to press further, two members of the Radiation entered.

Gao Xin laughed upon seeing them, unkempt beards, bulging muscles, wielding large axes. Are these not two from the Viking Gang?

These two from the Viking Gang, seeing Gao Xin’s outfit, were also startled, their expressions darkening.

Gao Xin just glanced at them and shouted, "Number 97, everyone’s here, quickly explain the game rules."

Number 97 blandly stated, "The game of ’Ghost Tag’ begins, all players will automatically wear annihilation collars. Before the end of the game, the player who removes the collar gets eliminated."

"The annihilation collars will publicly display identities. At the start, every player appears as human. A Demon Blade is hidden somewhere in the flats; the person who holds the Demon Blade becomes the ghost."

"There can only be one ghost at any time in the whole game. For every person the ghost kills, it gains a soul. When the ghost’s identity is transferred, the new ghost will share the previous ghost’s collected souls."

"All collected souls automatically convert into 100 redemption points each at the end."

"The game limit is set within the entire apartment. Leaving the apartment before the game ends results in elimination."

"Two hours after the game starts, or when the Demon Blade is destroyed, the game ends."

"At game end, everyone except the ghost gets eliminated!"

The announcement stunned everyone present. Holy shit, a survivor game!

What a joke! This is a beginner’s game? The kind of beginner’s game anyone from Radiation could survive?

The Glass Man’s face turned green. How were they supposed to survive this game?

Kerry’s eyes reddened instantly: "Fuck, isn’t this just raising gu?"

"Is this... is this a mutation difficulty?"

"Who among you got an ultra-high reward in the last round?"

He looked around at everyone with a grim expression.

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