Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 799: Prime Minister and Chief of Spy.

This world.

Eddie West Federation Hell's Kitchen.

Pitter-patter.
This is the sound of raindrops. The streets here are full of the cold beauty of steel and concrete. There are tall buildings everywhere, but the narrow alleys are often filled with the smell of fireworks.

The slippery road surface, set against the dim light of the street lamps, gives people a desolate and dangerous feeling.

Faded graffiti and bullet holes left at some unknown time can be seen on the walls of the street. There are few pedestrians, but one can always hear faint whispers or coughs deep in the alley.

On this rainy and foggy night, [Purgatory Gate Station] is hidden in an ordinary industrial area.

The entrance to the platform is carefully hidden, and it looks like an abandoned railway station from the outside. Even the station sign is so rusted that it is almost invisible.

But people who are familiar with this place know that this is just a disguise to cover up the truth. There are rumors that:
——At certain specific nodes, you can find the way to another world.

The light raindrops fell on the metal surface of the rails and platforms, making a slight sound.

Near the platform, a man in a black suit stood in the rain, holding an old-fashioned umbrella in his hand.

His black suit was well-tailored and his hat brim was pulled down low, covering most of his face, but the exposed chin line still revealed a cold temperament.

Looking at the rain, Vito Antonio was unconsciously a little dazed, and the sound of rain brought him back to his memories of a few years ago.

Back then, instead of being “Antonio,” he was known as “The Week.”

That was a period of time when he lost all his memories, and his memory was formatted once a week.

At that time, he held a sharp blade and followed the footsteps of the man now called "the worst man" in the gang world, slaughtering vampires all over the world.

That was a really unique experience.

Just as he was immersed in his memories, a slightly teasing voice sounded from behind him:
"Yo, it's been a while, a week - oh no, now I should call you the godfather of Manhattan and parts of Brooklyn - Mr. Antonio."

Zhou Yi turned around and looked at the person who came in speechlessly.

He saw a young man standing in the drizzle.

The other person was wearing a dark grey sweatshirt with water dripping from the edge of the hood, paired with a pair of baggy sweatpants and a pair of white canvas shoes.

The most eye-catching thing is the boy's fox ears and tail. The ears tremble slightly in the breeze, while the tail sways gently like a naughty signal flag.

Tulse Corbett.

The Wandman Press calls him: Hugh Abraham's most loyal supporter, the Immortal, and the Prime Minister of the Authority.

A partner when he killed vampires.

On those nights of blood and fire, the youngsters’ cunning and agility brought their team many unexpected victories.

Only now, time seemed to have stopped for him.

His appearance remained the same, but upon closer inspection, one could see that he had dark circles under his eyes and looked a little tired.

"One week. Long time no see."

Turles tilted his head and smiled, revealing a familiar cunning look, with the corners of his mouth raised and his tone filled with his usual teasing.

"You seem to be doing well. The identity of a gangster godfather suits you very well."

One week - or the current Vito Antonio, raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes swept across Tours's slightly tired face, and he couldn't help but smiled and retorted:

“And you don’t look well, Tulsi.

What have you done in the past few years to end up like this?"

Tours shrugged, as if to hide his embarrassment.

He stretched, his fox ears twitched slightly, and his tail swung slowly behind him:
"Ah, don't mention it. I've been overwhelmed by the tasks lately. The workload of the golden-haired subordinates is, ugh... one person is equivalent to ten people. How can they not be so exhausted?"

The prime minister of the administration had a helpless look on his face, and his tone was mixed with complaints.

“Not only do we have to deal with various issues of the Honkai Administration, but we are also responsible for reviewing the source of students for the Midnight Courtyard.

I barely managed to get the performance of the students in Phase I done, but that golden retriever insisted that I go over it again to make sure there were no problems.

You know what’s the most annoying thing?”

"Hmm?" Vito raised an eyebrow, obviously curious.

Tours took a deep breath, with a hint of indignation in his voice:
"Golden Retriever and that Wendell Tinment III created a little Mr. puppet elf, and now he has become the admissions director!

As a result, when she reviewed the list of students I had worked so hard to select, half of them were rejected by her! "

He spread his hands, his tone full of helplessness.

"She's quite happy. Only half of my student list is left. Tsk, I have to pick new people to fill the gap."

Vito couldn't help but laugh, with a hint of watching the fun in his eyes:

"It sounds like your job is not easy."

"Easy?" Tours sat down on a stone pier beside him, his tail hanging limply on the ground, and sighed.

"If it was easy, would I have to run around with dark circles under my eyes? I just came back from the Administration and I haven't even had a chance to catch my breath."

Zhou Yi's eyes stayed on the fox boy's face, but there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to tease:

"It seems that you are not doing well, fox."

Turles' ears twitched slightly, and then he sat up straight from his casual posture and quickly suppressed the complaining expression on his face.

He looked around and said with a serious tone: "

We have solved your troubles.

In the Edisi Federation, your family’s enemies—the Tatalia family and the Barzini family—are now powerless.

The Authority has taken it upon itself to ensure that they can no longer threaten your position."

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows, and a deep luster flashed in his eyes:

"It sounds like you guys are making some big moves. What are you doing to help me clear these obstacles?"

"More than that."

Turles continued, his tail swishing gently behind him, a hint of pride in his tone.

“The Administration is also helping to clean up and launder your family assets.

Soon, they will be able to connect directly with the Heavenly Kingdom Collapse Administration.

From now on, your property is not just the "black gold" of the federal gang, but the legitimate "silver".

You should thank the Administration for paving the way for you."

Zhou frowned slightly when he heard this.

He was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone:

"Stepping from one quagmire into another bigger quagmire..." Tours looked at him with a faint smile on his lips, as if he had expected his reaction.

"Tell me," Yi Zhou raised his eyes with sharp gaze, "What does Abraham need me to do? Since you came here, you wouldn't just tell me this."

"That's right, we all like to talk about things directly."

Tulsi shrugged, his tail swishing slowly behind him, and his tone lowered slightly.

“Abraham needs your strength to assist him.

He has created a task force called 'Snake Kiss', and you will work with this team to build a powerful intelligence network in the Ivy League War."

"The intelligence network... is because of the gang's code of silence, right?" Zhou Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became calm and steady.

"Right," Turles nodded, his expression becoming more serious.

“The Code of Silence within the Federation has the potential to unite the Crowns, and the emergence of any Crown - whether for the Federation or the Administration - cannot be ignored.

In the past, the Federation has worked to suppress the formation of a unified underground kingdom.

They would never allow a gangster godfather to completely master the code of silence and become the master of the federal underworld.

Therefore, they have adopted a long-term differentiation strategy and have been consciously or unconsciously suppressing the integration of gang forces.”

Tulse paused, looked around meaningfully, and said in a low but straightforward tone:

"Your amnesia is the result of the Federation's intervention. They are afraid that you will become the one who condenses the crown."

Zhou Yi's expression moved slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes, but he did not interrupt, just listened quietly.

"And now," Turles continued, his voice low and steady, as if carrying a sense of unquestionable authority.

“Whether your family likes it or not, you have been tied to the chariot of the Authority.

Your family is the gloves of the Authority, and you are the Authority’s spokesperson in the mafia.”

"You should be well aware that as the gang leader of Manhattan and parts of Brooklyn, you already have about four-sevenths of the information on the Code of Silence.

In this situation, how could the federal people let you go?
They watch your every move and are even highly wary of your expansion.

If it weren't for Abraham supporting you from behind, if it weren't for the protection of the Administration, do you think the Federation would really allow your family to continue to grow?"

Ichiko narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He did not answer immediately, but turned his head slightly and looked at the small rain curtain in the distance, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, he slowly exhaled and whispered:
"I know what to do."

Turles showed a satisfied smile, shrugged his shoulders, waggled his tail gently, and spoke in a brisk tone with a bit of excitement:

“Welcome back to the team, man.

This time the vote we made is bigger than any other before, and the whole world is watching us.

Terra will change because of the choices we make.”

Zhou Yi nodded without comment, then his eyes narrowed slightly and he asked in a deep voice:

"Where's Broly?"

There was a hint of anticipation and concern in his tone as he mentioned another old friend from his past gang.

"He's also running an intelligence network like me?"

Tours shook his head, his ears twitched slightly, and said with a somewhat helpless and joking tone:

"No, Broly is not destined to have that fate.

The Midgard needs a strong guard, like the guards of the Daeva and Olitin.

And Abraham has already scoured a new task force - the Burners.

This task force will be the prototype of the Guards, and Broly is sent to serve as the chief and commander, responsible for training this team from scratch."

Yi Zhou raised his eyebrows and whispered, "Guards? It sounds like a tough mission."

"It's indeed a tough task." Tours chuckled and continued:

"Especially one of the special operators, the future direct leader of this team, Chen Long.

She was a girl with great potential. She was the focus of Abraham's genetic plan called [Twenty-Four Holy Castings] and would be trained to be a top warrior.

Unfortunately, she had a very bad temper and would not obey anyone except Abraham."

He paused, as if imagining the image of the girl in his mind, then spread his hands and flicked his tail lightly:
"So, Broly should be having a 'friendly exchange' with her right now."

"A friendly exchange?" Zhou Yi's tone was a little doubtful and teasing.

Tours looked at the time on his wrist and said in a relaxed tone:
"Well, with Broly's strength, he should have finished the 'communication' by about this time."

After saying this, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was waiting for some interesting result to come.

Not long after Tours finished speaking, the space pillars outside the Purgatory Gate platform suddenly changed.

Outside the platform of Purgatory Gate, the drizzle was still dripping and a damp chill filled the air.

On that space pillar that looked no different from the other pillars but carried a mysterious function, a ripple-like wave suddenly appeared.

The surrounding light seemed to be pulled for a moment, and then two people walked out from the center of the wave.

The first person to appear was a burly man wearing a pure white robe. The fabric was smooth and flawless, with fine golden patterns embroidered on the edges.

The man's face was angular and his expression was solemn and majestic, like a pilgrim walking down from a religious mural, with a solemnity and indifference that made people dare not look directly at him.

He walked towards me without looking around, his steps firm and steady, and every step seemed to be backed by some unshakable belief.

Behind him, a slightly thin girl followed closely.

She wore a hooded cloak on her head. The edge of the hood was wet by the rain, revealing a pair of conspicuous dragon horns under the hood, which emitted a faint cold light.

There were some red and swollen marks on the girl's skin, and she had obviously experienced some fierce confrontation not long ago, and her face was now full of resentment and unwillingness to accept the defeat.

She stared at the man in front of her with her teeth bared, and there seemed to be an unextinguished anger in her eyes.

However, when the man lowered his head and glanced at her coldly, her momentum collapsed instantly. She gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and looked like she had admitted defeat.

The two of them walked into the rain, the man's rock-like solemnity and the girl's rebelliousness formed a sharp contrast.

Their arrival made everything near the platform seem quiet for a moment; the aura of the strong could not be ignored.

These two people are none other than Valdarson Broly and Chenlong Evely Carlos.

Turles stood aside, his eyes swept over the two of them, a knowing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered to Zhou Yi:
"See, Broly has finished his 'communication'. It seems that he is quite popular with children."

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