Chapter 380: Jason’s Game Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter
Johnson brought Ye Mo to the door of the Hong Martial Gang. Ye Mo looked back at Shi Kaigen and Tong Zhu and said, “You two don’t need to come; just wait for me at Ming Yu Tower. I’ll be back soon.”
Johnson looked at the eight cars parked outside. Only he had returned, missing an arm. He felt that as soon as he brought this Chinese man to the Grey Alliance, he’d be close to death. But he knew that if he didn’t, he would die now. He harbored no hope of rescue from this demon.
Seeing Johnson’s hesitation, Ye Mo said coldly, “If you hesitate another second, I will make you disappear immediately. I don’t believe I won’t find someone to bring me to your nest.”
“N-no, I’ll drive now,” Johnson didn’t consider it a threat. He knew Ye Mo would kill him.
Despite having only one hand, Johnson drove quickly. An hour later, the car was parked outside a private manor.
Ye Mo didn’t need to enter to notice that the Grey Alliance HQ was far more opulent than the Hong Martial Gang’s. Even with his 200-meter spirit sense radius, he could only see a corner of the manor.
Ye Mo withdrew his spirit sense and noticed the open door. A small, black-suited waiter ran over, bowing and speaking English.
“Qian bei, Jason is waiting for you. He will lead the way,” Johnson translated quickly, knowing Ye Mo didn’t understand.
Ye Mo considered this, sneering. Zhu Hongsheng had big dreams but little wisdom. Ye Mo had launched a massacre at the Hong Martial Gang, leaving only one survivor—in his hands. Yet, the Grey Alliance knew immediately. There was clearly a traitor among the gang members. The Hong Martial Gang would fall under his leadership sooner or later.
Walking in, Ye Mo understood the meaning of grandiose. There was a huge swimming pool! Multiple, in fact. There were also bamboo groves, a football field, and a golf course.
America was a magical place. A mob boss could possess such wealth and live so comfortably.
Witnessing this, Ye Mo admired America’s respect for private property. Jason had been in the mafia for so long; the US government must have evidence of his crimes. His continued freedom meant he had powerful connections.
They walked a few hundred meters further, and an oval-shaped building appeared. Ye Mo sent his spirit sense inside.
The oval building resembled a smaller gymnasium. The interior was oddly decorated. It looked like the bottom of a frying pan, with seating only twenty meters and above. A slanted surface, approximately twenty meters long, was made of smooth metal, seeming to flicker with electricity.
Ye Mo immediately understood: they wanted him to enter and be captured. Such a cruel method; even Great Heaven masters might not escape. He suspected it was entirely metal, designed to electrocute anyone who stood on it. Nearby were several cages, containing a lion, two leopards, and a tiger.
Ye Mo was sure this building wasn’t built solely for him. He didn’t know why Jason had constructed it, but having come this far, he wouldn’t fear it. Not to mention, he was now Chi Gathering Stage 4. He wouldn’t be scared of a mere electrified house.
Ye Mo summoned his flying sword, carrying him and Johnson inside. As soon as they entered, the large exterior door rumbled to the ground, sealing the entrance.
Ye Mo had noticed Johnson’s nervousness upon entering, as if waiting for something. As expected, Johnson rushed to a corner, slamming his foot repeatedly. Ye Mo watched coldly, figuring there was a trap mechanism to save Johnson.
However, after a long time, there was no reaction. The sliver of hope on Johnson’s face turned to fear as he yelled.
“John, you brought our enemies to our doorstep and lost your throwing arm. Did you really think you’d live?” A cold voice echoed from above.
Ye Mo immediately scanned the speaker. The man was in his 60s, but looked younger. This had to be Jason.
Jason’s Chinese was less fluent than Johnson’s. He looked impassively at Ye Mo and spoke, “They say you’re very strong. I heard those twenty men couldn’t last a few minutes against you, so today, I’ll let you experience my Gladiator Pan.”
Jason’s pronunciation was inaccurate, so he ordered the short man beside him, “Explain it to Mr. Ye.”
The short man quickly explained, “This structure is for enemies; they fight the beasts in the cage. Only by killing them can you survive longer. We’ll watch until you die.”
“You might be strong, but no one dares fight me. Those who did are dead, regardless of who they were,” Jason said confidently.
Jason looked at Ye Mo and shook his head. “You Chinese are arrogant. You came here alone. Zhu Hongsheng is the same. He doesn’t know I could destroy him in moments. I even know how many women he sleeps with each night. He’s far from Peng Hanwen. And even Peng Hanwen, I annihilated without using my full power.”
Ye Mo remained calm. After Jason finished, he asked plainly, “Why did you destroy the Chinese gang before? Also, do you know where Sister Yan is?”
Jason laughed, “You have many questions for a dying man, but I like your personality. Starting a war with another gang over a woman—Peng Hanwen’s brain must have been dead. As for Sister Yan, I’ll tell you: I only saw her from afar. I don’t know what she looks like.”
Jason spoke contemptuously, “Okay, the game begins.”
As expected. Ye Mo knew his guess was right. Jason hadn’t started a war with the Chinese gang over Sister Yan. It was for another reason; perhaps to absorb the gang.
Ye Mo’s spirit sense scanned the short man’s face, seeing regret and longing.
Ye Mo thought and asked, “Before the game starts, I have another question.”
Jason took out a remote control and pointed at Ye Mo, “Since you’re about to give me a fascinating show, I’ll allow one more question.”
“Who’s your translator?” Ye Mo pointed at the short man.
Jason laughed, “My advisor; he’s from the Chinese gang.”
“Suo Ren, you’re the traitor who betrayed the Chinese gang, right?” Ye Mo’s tone was filled with killing intent.
Suo Ren’s face changed. Some had suspected him, but they were dead. He’d kept a low profile, yet this Ye could guess his identity?