After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS-Chapter 123 - 113: Using Public Office for Personal Revenge

Although Su Mo had long known the cruelty of the borderlands in the game, when the game turned into reality and he heard it directly from a native borderlander, he suddenly felt a sorrow the game had never brought him.

The boundary between game and reality seemed to blur at this moment, even disappearing...

Su Mo subconsciously glanced at Dongdong's left arm and the normally curved back, and asked, "So the prosthetics you have are?..."

At the mention of his prosthetics, Dongdong's mood seemed to improve: "To be honest, sometimes I often wonder if God thought I was so pitiful and left me some good luck."

"When I was expelled from the group, paralyzed on the street near death, an old guy named Gordon saved me. He was a doctor and ran a small clinic called Ping'an Clinic."

"He amputated my necrotic left arm, gave me basic prosthetic surgery, and then replaced my broken spine with a prosthetic, allowing me to stand up again."

After hearing Dongdong's description, Su Mo was dumbfounded.

Gordon from Ping'an Clinic?

Goodness, that was the original King of the Borderlands!

A legendary figure who single-handedly wiped out over twenty elite members of the Anti-Violence Fourth Section and scared the City Council into silence back in the day!

Dongdong had dealings with such a big shot? This was never explained in the game's plot.

Dongdong tilted his head and murmured: "That old Gordon is particularly strange; he didn't ask me whether I could afford the medical fees beforehand, nor did he ask for money afterward. After saving me, he just let me go and said I could come to him again if I got hurt in the future."

"Most border doctors are looking for ways to scam people, but I've never met such a kind-hearted fool who saves anyone, really bizarre...not afraid of getting betrayed by ungrateful punks one day..."

"But for someone as good as he is, he should be rewarded...yeah, absolutely..."

For the time being, Dongdong didn't know Gordon's true identity.

Neither did Su Mo reveal it.

That era of the king had long passed.

Gordon was once a powerful thug, but misfortune befell his family, and this misfortune transformed him into a wise sage.

He saw through the so-called nature of the "King of the Borderlands" and knew that this crown was merely a poisoned apple luring borderlanders into mutual destruction, so he quietly withdrew from the endless strife.

Gordon spent the rest of his life seeking inner peace.

His saving of Dongdong, on one hand, was like saving others, atoning for the sins of countless murders in his younger years.

On the other hand, he probably thought of his innocent daughter who died...

If Gordon had been alone back then, without a weakness, and continued down his original path, it's hard to say what the state of New Moon City would be now.

The old king has been gone for over forty years now, so it's best not to disturb his remaining years.

Su Mo proactively changed the topic: "So what did you do afterward? What have you been doing since you got your prosthetics?"

Dongdong lay down on the lawn, his tone becoming lighthearted: "After the old guy cured me, I continued to run the streets, sometimes working solo, sometimes teaming up for big jobs, and fought my way to where I am now."

"My childhood was unfortunate, but it also taught me a truth: anything that doesn't kill me only makes me stronger!"

"So for the past few years, I've been telling myself — Dong, you have to strive to become stronger. Even if life abandons you, you have to live with dignity by your own strength!"

Su Mo smiled knowingly, patting Dongdong's little head: "You really are amazing, your life will surely get better and better."

"Ah, don't pat my head, it'll stunt my growth!" Dongdong flicked Su Mo's hand but didn't really push it away.

She picked up the wildcat in her arms, lifted it over her head, and said playfully, "Don't think I'm pitiable. Although my childhood was rough, my life later on has been quite carefree."

"After getting prosthetics, I went back and smashed those bastards in the group, beat them until they cried for their parents."

"Originally I planned to smash that rich guy in the Inner City, but unfortunately, he died in a car accident, never giving me the chance to bash his dog head with a stick, oh too unfortunate."

"Whatever, I'm living well now. Spend money when I've got it, pull a job when I don't, happy and carefree every day!"

Su Mo's face broke into a smile, gently rubbing Dongdong's little head, and said meaningfully: "Have you ever thought about switching to a freer and happier lifestyle?"

Dongdong blinked: "What do you mean?"

Su Mo felt the atmosphere was right, and casually released the invitation: "Like with me..."

"Doo doo—"

Without warning, a shrill horn sounded.

A car came and stopped behind them, startling all the little animals among the trees, and the wildcat in Dongdong's arms fled in panic.

Su Mo frowned and looked over.

It was a security patrol car, and a sheriff stepped out.

Dongdong's gaze turned wary, muttering: "What's the sheriff doing here..."

This was deep within the Meng Lake Wetland; patrols should be the work of wetland rangers, the sheriff really shouldn't be here.

The sheriff walked over slowly, saying to them in a commanding tone: "Show your chips."

The "New Moon City Public Security Management Ordinance" stipulated that sheriffs have the right to conduct routine checks on borderlanders at any time, and the two had no choice but to cooperate.

After scanning Su Mo's chip, the sheriff said nothing.

After scanning Dongdong's chip, he took out handcuffs, pointed to the ground, and said, "Hands on your head, kneel."

Dongdong questioned, "Why should I kneel?"

The sheriff's voice rose a few degrees: "I told you to kneel!"

Dongdong angrily retorted: "I won't kneel! What crime have I committed?"

The sheriff sternly said: "You have nearly a hundred criminal records on you. You are now suspected of possibly posing a security threat to the Inner City. I'm taking you back to the station for questioning, any problems with that?"

Dongdong clenched his fists, full of defiance: "I admit to having a record. But I've done nothing now, why arrest me?"

The sheriff, without further ado, grabbed Dongdong's wrist and twisted it behind her back.

Just as the sheriff was about to cuff her, Su Mo stopped him and calmly said: "Officer, you look somewhat familiar, your eyes look like someone I've seen."

"Let me guess, do you have a nephew, in his twenties, blond, likes to slick his hair back, who had a meal at the Black Pearl Restaurant two hours ago?"

The sheriff sneered but denied it: "I don't know what you're talking about. Move aside, don't obstruct my duty."

Su Mo: "The incident was instigated by your nephew in the first place. Instead of properly teaching him, you abuse your power as a sheriff for personal vendetta, isn't that wrong?"

The sheriff's face turned cold as steel, he said heavily: "I told you to move aside!"

Su Mo continued to block him, speaking quietly: "According to the 'New Moon City Public Security Management Ordinance', routine summoning of someone with a criminal record requires showing corresponding documents and the presence of two sheriffs. Your current actions are illegal. She has the right not to cooperate with you."

The sheriff's eyes revealed a fierce intention: "Fine, you brought this upon yourselves."

He suddenly drew his gun and pointed it at Su Mo, shouting loudly: "Hands on your head! Kneel! You are suspected of making threatening actions towards the sheriff, kneel immediately! Or else I have the right to shoot you both on the spot!"