Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 559 Wild Dog

There are only four hours left before Huo Xing's coming-of-age ceremony dinner officially begins.

In the exhibition hall, gifts that are of high value, ornamental value, novelty and come from gift-givers of high status have been placed in display cabinets.

The largest display case in the exhibition hall, which is also the most eye-catching center of the entire exhibition hall, naturally houses the octopus aquarium donated by "Forbolo"!

At this time, some nobles and company managers with lower titles and less influence, who were not at the top of the upper class, had already arrived in advance to visit the exhibition hall.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh as they watched the pink little octopus in the aquarium sometimes swimming and sometimes perching on the rockery inside the aquarium.

"Is this an 'octopus'? This is the first time I've seen one."

"Compared to those deep-sea fish... this thing looks bizarre, with eight tentacles."

"And, surprisingly, it's very beautiful."

"It's not the 'octopus' that's good-looking, but this one is good-looking!"

"Most octopuses rarely have such a beautiful pink color; they are mostly gray."

Obviously, the reason why this aquarium was placed in the center of the show, surpassing other gifts from princes and nobles, was not because of any shady dealings - judging by the level of discussion and the shock it brought to the residents of the city that never sleeps, it absolutely deserves this position.

Of course, although the giver of this gift, "Folpolo", was just a commoner without a title, he was still a hot topic of discussion.

"Speaking of which... I heard that Forboluo, who gave this aquarium, seems to be planning to pursue Nevernight Fire Apricot?"

"No wonder they're so expensive... But where did a commoner like me get an aquarium like this?"

"He's the advisor to Buyetian Huole. During the Wanjin Tianzuo attack the other day, it's said he saved the lives of Buyetian Huole and Sheng Lankui—perhaps he was just offering a favor to someone else!"

"Sheng Lankui? Isn't this also a suitor of Buyetian Huoxing?"

"Yes, he is now both Sheng Lankui's rival and his savior."

"But he has a closer relationship with Huo Le of Nevernight. Yesterday, he was wanted by the Public Security Bureau on the Suolens family's territory for the murder of three middlemen. It was Huo Le of Nevernight who personally settled the matter for him, and he even clashed with the Suolens family..."

"If he was working for the Buyetian family while also befriending the Shenglan family, then it would make sense for the Sorens family to frame him..."

"I heard it wasn't a frame-up—those three are connected to the recently rumored 'King's Assassination Commission'..."

"In other words, he is also related to this commission?!"

"Shut up... Let's not start this discussion!"

For the lower class people in the city that never sleeps, perhaps nothing big has happened recently.

But for those in power at the top level, the city that never sleeps has been extremely chaotic in recent times, with all kinds of after-dinner gossip popping up one after another.

After exchanging information today, everyone was surprised to find that...

Not only are these events vaguely related, but there's actually a civilian involved!

Taking the "aquarium" as an opportunity, everyone's impression of the name "Forbolo" has become more and more profound.

Inside the exhibition hall, President Paris, who was receiving guests with a smile on his face, listened to everyone's heated discussions and couldn't help but speculate again.

"What on earth is this guy planning?"

Although Paris was very calm at the moment because he knew part of the answer, he was also a little curious because he didn't know the full picture of Lin Yu's plan.

While thinking, President Paris also began to notice the abnormalities that were beginning to emerge in the exhibition hall.

A tall and thin man wearing the uniform of a Truth Company employee, who looked like he had been temporarily hired as a waiter and would probably be serving drinks at a buffet party, passed by here, carrying two heavy bags in his hands.

Paris stopped him immediately.

"Hey, wait a minute, kid."

He looked at the other person and frowned slightly.

The tall and thin man stared at Paris blankly, then asked, "What?"

Paris looked the other person up and down and said seriously.

"You're new here, right? Why didn't you bring your ID card with you outside?"

The man was a little nervous, then said, "ID card? I think I forgot to bring it. This..."

Paris raised his hand and stopped him.

"How could you forget to bring something so important?" Paris waved, and a security guard ran up. "Do you have a blank spare card?"

"Yes, President!"

The security guard took out a spare card. Paris turned the back of the card outward, revealing the Truth Company logo, and then stuffed it into the empty space on the other person's uniform.

"Well, get busy—remember to bow and respect when you see important people and nobles!"

"You don't have your ID card with you. If you go in or out of the kitchen or the wine cellar when the party starts, the alarm will go off. It'll be really bad!"

As he spoke, he patted the other person and then let him go.

Then, Paris watched the other person's back and nodded with satisfaction.

Paris had a sharp eye and he could tell at a glance that the other person was not an employee of the Truth Company who came to help with the decoration and serve as a waiter.

This guy has the poor air of an outsider, and he's not just an ordinary poor person.

Most of the guests attending this coming-of-age ceremony were aristocrats. Even the company managers were born in the inner city. Their parents were respectable upper-class people, and both parents' resident status was above third class.

Therefore, they were not as familiar with the poor as Paris - they could also feel the different temperaments of the outer cities, the lower-class residents, and the poor, but they could not distinguish them.

Generally speaking, the poor people who work in the three major companies often have a humble and low self-esteem, but at the same time, they also have a sense of hope and gratitude.

They can see a corner of the real upper class and the luxurious life of the aristocracy in the three major companies, which will make them feel extremely inferior and envious.

This is different from the fear and awe felt by ordinary poor people in outer cities and employees of small companies.

But at the same time, entering a large company has also relatively changed their original lives. Even if they feel it is unfair, when they look back at their miserable past lives and compare them with the present, or even compare them with their old friends and poor relatives who stayed in other cities, they often have a sense of pride and hope.

But the guy just now didn't have that - although he was a poor man from the outer city, he was neither afraid nor inferior when facing the nobles. Instead, he had a deep-seated feeling of hostility and hatred.

This feeling is usually experienced by desperate outlaws, gang members and mercenaries - just like my former self.

In Paris's view, if the lower-class and middle-class residents of the city that never sleeps are compared to dogs, the company employees are pet dogs, and most of the people in the outer city are country dogs guarding the house.

But the one that just passed by was a stray dog...

Not only that, it was a wild dog that had seen human blood - only this kind of wild dog would make him feel dangerous.

Under normal circumstances, Paris would have ordered someone to capture him long ago.

But now...

"They are probably the men Forbolo arranged. Just give them a hand."