Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 618 - 281: Exposed

The mission has been updated.

At this moment, just as Liu Weijun and Gao Bo were putting on their act, two unfamiliar men suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their path.

"Where are you guys planning to have some fun?"

One tall and one short, the tall one had a face full of flesh, a broad and sturdy frame, obviously a seasoned fighter, while the short one had a sallow complexion and sharp eyes, exuding a sly and smooth demeanor.

"If you don’t know where to go, I’ve got a good place for you, lots of young and pretty girls, and you can even gamble a bit if you’re interested～"

As he spoke, the short man made a finger rubbing gesture, the meaning was clear: gambling.

Gu Ji discreetly dialed a number on the phone in his pocket, then took a step forward to approach.

"Where is this place you’re talking about? We’re heading near Jiayuan Park, is it far?"

"Jiayuan Park?"

The short man mumbled a couple of words, his expression instantly changing, and his attitude towards them shifted. The tall brawny man circled to their rear, blocking their retreat, his hand positioned over a bulging spot at his waist.

Liu Weijun subtly flicked his wrist, his steps seemingly casual but ready to react.

The short man squinted and directly questioned, "Brothers, are you looking for someone, or..."

"Looking for someone, hey, a distant uncle of mine runs a rice noodle shop there."

"What’s it called?"

"I think it’s called... Yin Ju He, or maybe Yin He Ju, why, do you guys often go that way?"

Gu Ji scratched his head, feigning thought before redirecting the question to the other.

"Oh, haven’t heard of it. The place I’m talking about is called Jinyuan Entertainment. If interested, give me a call anytime, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of!"

Seeing the quick-witted response, the short man reverted to his previous demeanor, took out a business card, and handed it to Gu Ji.

"Jinyuan Entertainment... Sure, let’s get in touch tonight if we have the chance!"

Gu Ji accepted the card and left with Gao Bo and the others.

"Are they still watching us?"

"Seems like they’ve started soliciting again."

"Phew... That was a bit tense earlier, Gu Ji, how do you know so many places?" Gao Bo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking a confrontation was imminent.

Unexpectedly, Gu Ji replied casually, "Just made it up."

"Made it up? And they believed it so easily?"

"The Golden Phoenix City and West City areas near the city gate are all under the Bai Family, while Jiayuan Park is in Longyang Village, which is the Huo Family’s turf. Do you think the Bai Family’s runners and henchmen would frequently visit the Huo Family’s territory and remember the names of snack shops?"

Gu Ji’s habit of memorizing maps before each operation had become second nature.

But he could only remember the general layout.

The entire Old Street Market covers nearly two thousand square kilometers, it’s impossible to memorize all landmarks in a short time, so prioritizing power zones and using "Jiayuan Park" as a pretext was the safest bet.

This way, they could also avoid the Bai Family’s henchmen from forcibly soliciting.

Liu Weijun was somewhat interested in the rice noodles, "I remember you and Gao Bo aren’t from the north, so how do you know about this snack in the Old Street?"

"Walking along Dianyun Road, rice noodles and rice stick shops were the most common, I figured it must be the same in the Old Street."

"I see."

Liu Weijun nodded thoughtfully, having to refresh his impression of Gu Ji once again.

This person might look young.

But his investigative skills, mental sharpness, and memory are quite strong.

"Zhang Zhong, yes, we’ve successfully entered the city, next step... okay!" Gu Ji pulled out his phone, which had been on a call since earlier.

That’s right.

This was his Plan B.

If the improvised words hadn’t fooled the Bai Family henchmen, as Gao Bo analyzed, they would’ve had no choice but to fight, and this call was the medium to notify Zhang Wenjun and Bi Xin to quickly come and support.

"Gu Ji, what did Zhang Zhong say?"

"They’re already on their way, told us to scout the gathering point first." Gu Ji casually waved down some motorcycle taxis, "East Gate of Jiayuan Park."

"Five bucks." Seeing the trio’s appearance, the driver didn’t dare say much.

In the Old Street, the circulating currency was still Xia Kingdom’s currency.

The three of them rode on three old motorcycles, heading south along the main road of the Old Street.

They say the Old Street is a city in Northern Myanmar full of temptation and death, with pedestrians brushing shoulders, mostly in Xia Kingdom attire, advertisements and signboards all in Xia script, Xia-style ancient flat-roofed houses, bustling shops, and colorful umbrellas competing for beauty at stalls, making it feel like a little town in Dianyun.

But as they passed through the city center.

High rises sprout, most of them entertainment venues and casinos, making one feel like they’re in Puzhou, forming a stark contrast with the grand and ancient temples and monasteries in the Old Street, patrols of pickup army trucks similar to Mexico’s were everywhere on the streets.

Entering the southern Longyang Village District.

The target point came closer into view — gray cement walls topped with barbed wire, surrounded by several gray buildings.

Indeed, this is Jia Sheng Park.

In the Old Street, a "park" doesn’t refer to residential complexes but to scam industrial parks, full of supervisors, henchmen, and trafficked victims as well as fugitives.

This Jia Sheng Park in front of us is a property of the Huo Family, one of the four major families.

The Myanmar police set the meeting point here partly to stay away from the Bai Family, as the Kokang area is now predominantly controlled by the Jinyuan Group, and partly for the "hidden by spotlight" effect.