I am a hero of the former civilization.

This sounds like I'm afraid of Alicia, and why should you accompany Ryan? Hey, my original intention was to let you cause trouble for him, and then take the opportunity to kick you out!

The simplest scheme of using someone else to do the dirty work, making Hua feel threatened, and then sending her to be cannon fodder, how did it deviate from the original course?

Before Mebius could react and correct his course, Hua shoved the medicine into his hand.

“I’ll take care of things outside. You need to take good care of yourself. If you really go crazy because of the aftereffects... I don’t want to see my senior brother sad.”

"So take your medicine properly, keep a good mood, and believe that you can do it."

After saying that, Hua turned around and went out to mop the floor, closing the door behind him.

Snapped.

A medicine was thrown hard against the door, and several white pills bounced off the ground. Möbius's hand trembled slightly.

You're the one who's crazy, you're the one who needs to take medicine!

She turned her head and looked at the phone on the bed, wishing she could make a call right now and force Ryan to get rid of this wooden stake, even if it meant signing a contract of servitude.

But when he picked up the phone, Möbius dialed only Klein's number.

"PhD?"

"Take all the experimental data, call Danzhu and Cangxuan, and let's go to the backup research institute on the ground."

"Uh, so sudden, what happened?"

Mebius glanced at the door and the empty medicine box rolling on the floor, and almost uttered a few words from the depths of his throat.

"I can't stand this awful place for another day!"

Chapter 227 That damned monster!!

I hope Hua doesn't bully Mebius too much, otherwise I'll have to clean up the mess, which is quite troublesome.

Ryan walked along the Molten Avenue in Twilight Street, but his mind was on things thousands of miles away. As for why it wasn't Mebius who bullied Hua, the reason was quite simple.

Natural talent can overcome cunning. Möbius is certainly scary, but if she can't scare people with her experiments, she's like a tiger without claws, so she's not a real threat.

As a scientist, she despised force. Others feared her operating table, but with Ryan backing her up, Mebius would never dare to kidnap Hua for dissection.

Paper tiger, at the very bottom of the food chain, sigh, what a tragedy.

'Mr. Adam seems to be in a good mood?'

Padofelis, holding the books she had just bought, smelled a pleasant scent. She didn't know where this pleasure came from, because what was even stranger was the reaction of the passersby.

The thugs walked around the two of them, casting malicious glances, but none of them dared to block their way.

Huh, why are these people suddenly behaving themselves? And what's with the body bags on the pickup truck? Was the shootout last night that intense?

She drifted into a daze again, her mind blank as she followed Ryan into the coffee shop from yesterday. When the bell rang, the whispers of business conversations ceased abruptly, and everyone turned to look at the door.

Pado, carrying the book, appeared harmless, while Ryan remained expressionless, though his white hair and red eyes were quite distinctive, causing many people's pupils to shrink slightly.

slam-la-

Whether they were intelligence brokers, kidnappers, or master thieves, everyone stood up in unison and quickly left through the side door facing the street, as if afraid of being left behind.

“What’s wrong with them?” Pado scratched her head. There were a few big shots among them that she usually avoided. “I have this feeling that they’re afraid of me.”

They're afraid of me.

Ryan corrected himself in his mind. She killed hundreds of people in one night and made a name for herself. Fierce and ruthless people are scary, but people who can kill hundreds of people and then stroll around like nothing happened are even scarier, because the latter cannot be seen through. Who knows when her knife will fall on their head?

This is what they mean by "the fierce are afraid of the crazy."

But Ryan didn't explain, and gently shook his head: "Perhaps they just happen to be busy. Let's go back to our seats, open our books, and start learning one language."

"It sounds like you speak several languages."

"Except for those that are too niche, I am proficient in all languages ​​in the world."

"Bullshit!"

Ryan ordered a coffee and started teaching at a table facing the street. The coffee shop was supposed to be a place where you had to sell to anyone and charge per person, but the well-informed owner not only broke the rules but also quietly left through the back door.

Aside from yawning repeatedly and soon becoming sleepy, Pado was quite diligent in her studies and made decent progress. Ryan also rediscovered his old self.

I remember when she taught Chinese martial arts, she was very serious. Oh, Kevin, that academic failure, forget about it, he even managed to misalign his answer sheet when copying mine.

Ryan was very experienced as a teacher and occasionally held the girl's hand to correct her.

"Pay attention to grammatical errors. The alphabet is the simplest way to write. Be patient. If I were to teach you Chinese characters, it would be much more difficult."

"Those blocks? Just thinking about them makes me want to doze off."

"It's always good to learn more. If you go to a warehouse to buy goods someday, you need to be able to read the labels and know what to take."

"Hearing you say that makes me feel motivated!"

The early autumn sunlight of September shone through the shop window and fell on the two of them, as if isolating them from the chaotic and barbaric twilight street. Padofelis was very focused, and Ryan also seemed gentle, making one feel that this 'beauty' should not appear here.

However, there were hardly any people on the street, and no one appreciated the beauty. The white-haired 'girl' was being closely watched, mostly appearing in the center of the sniper rifle's scope.

There were at least thirty guns aimed at my head, including several rocket launchers. I really wanted to crush all those bugs.

Ryan was multitasking, correcting Pado's spelling while sensing the threat, but he did nothing. Even if Twilight Street brought in N1 bombs, they might not be able to break through Authority's defenses.

Completely unaware of the situation yet completely at ease, the two whiled away the time with diametrically opposed mindsets, leaving their monitor utterly bewildered.

They brought in high-powered telescopes and their most experienced lip-reading experts, and after repeated confirmation, they finally obtained the result:

There were no ulterior motives, no secret intelligence sharing; the two of them were genuinely studying, right here on this twilight street, under the aim of long guns and short cannons—this was beyond common sense.

That's incredibly arrogant. Is this some kind of contempt for Twilight Street?

Despite their anger, no gang dared to issue the order to open fire, because too many big shots had died last night, and their territories hadn't been fully conquered yet; who wanted to be the next one to die?

"Pado, do you think the people on Twilight Street are a bit cowardly?"

"Huh? Why are you suddenly asking this? No way, you can only survive here by being more ruthless than others." Pado stretched, shook the empty water bottle on the table, and muttered, "What's wrong with this shady inn today? There isn't even a single waiter, and the streets are deserted. Something feels off."

"Maybe they were moved by your dedication to learning, so they went home to study and finally realized that fighting and killing have no future."

"Hehe, you actually joke around."

"Since you're not afraid of me anymore, consider it a reward for studying hard."

"I like this reward." Pado yawned, then suddenly realized she hadn't taken a nap and definitely wouldn't be able to go out to buy goods tonight.

But then again, peaceful days are always better.

As she was stretching her neck, her eyes suddenly widened as she saw a convoy approaching from afar, led by two pickup trucks with heavy machine guns mounted in their cargo holds, followed by several black sedans.

Their car door was painted with black blood droplets, and Pado trembled and subconsciously stood up.

"Huh, it's the Black Blood Gang."

These cars were parked outside the coffee shop, and burly men got out of them, looking like men to be trifled with. They opened the car doors, and a man dressed in a black top hat and black trench coat, looking somewhat like a mafia member, stepped out.

With a chiseled face, a hooked nose, and somber gray-brown eyes, he held a metal cane in his hand, resembling a well-mannered gentleman.

“It’s their boss, Pellegri.” Padre turned her head quickly, glanced at the empty coffee shop, and was momentarily bewildered.

Why does it seem like they've come looking for me?

As one of the largest gangs in Twilight Street, Pado's biggest connection with Black Blood was that they often went to their subordinate businesses to purchase goods. When they realized what was happening, they instinctively turned around and ran away.

"Don't panic, they're not here for you." Ryan quickly grabbed her, looking at the girl who was like a frightened kitten.

Perhaps it was the indifference in those red eyes that calmed Padofelis down a bit: "Then who is he looking for? It's just the two of us here."

“Me.” Ryan smiled slightly, only to see Padofelis frozen like a statue, looking as if something terrible had happened.

Jingle Bell.

The doorbell rang, and the rather elegant man walked in. By then it was too late to run away, so Padofelis could only sit down, bury her head, and mutter to herself.

Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me...

"Good afternoon, two beautiful ladies, especially you, Padofelis. I've tried to meet your boss twice, but he didn't grant me the honor. This is a pleasant surprise." The man walked to the table, took off his top hat and placed it on his chest, bowing slightly.

"Ah, good afternoon, Mr. Pellegri." Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, Pado could only give a stiff smile, which was immediately caught by the micro-expression.

Is she afraid of me?

As one of the big shots of Twilight Street, it's normal for him to be feared. But he only brought two bodyguards with him, which shows that he's keeping a low profile. With this monster as his backer, why would he be afraid?

That's interesting. Does he really know nothing?

'The old fox has met the kitten; he sees right through her thoughts. Unfortunately, for someone like that, knowing or not knowing is irrelevant. Pado will never be safe.'

Ryan, being an old fox himself, also gleaned information from those greyish-brown eyes and lightly tapped the table: "Going to her won't do you any good. Just tell me what you have to say. And besides, I'm a man."

Pellegri was clearly taken aback for a moment, carefully examining Ryan. Of course, his naked eye couldn't see through the optical disguise, and he bowed slightly again.

"Oh, this is really presumptuous of me, I'm very sorry."

They weren't even peripheral members, and they didn't even know Adam's gender. I thought we were about to start making formal contact, what a waste of my day.

Ryan immediately lost interest, resting his chin on his hand: "Just say what you want to say, I'm in a hurry."

"You son of a bitch, you're asking for it, aren't you?!"

The bodyguard standing behind Pellegri immediately roared, as if furious at his boss's humiliation, but before he could finish speaking—

boom!

He had taken off from the spot, his head submerged in the ceiling, leaving only half of his body swinging back and forth like a swing.

The other bodyguard's hand, which was about to draw its gun, froze. Pado's mouth dropped open, wondering how this burly man, who weighed at least 200 pounds, had suddenly taken off. Pellegri's eye twitched.

Because Adam was still resting his chin on his hand, his red eyes reflecting his face, without making any movement, as if he had just knocked his subordinates away from the air.

“That kind of approach is outdated, Mr. Pellegrini. Trusted confidants are not consumables that can be wasted at will,” Ryan said slowly and deliberately, his tone casual and natural.

The sarcasm was enough to enrage anyone, but Pellegri simply gripped the hem of his shirt. He knew that if he gave the wrong answer, everyone on the street would die.

This expert seems to be acting like a primary school student.

Pado witnessed a rare scene: the big boss, who had thousands of subordinates and all kinds of heavy weapons, was no longer as casual and elegant as before. He sat upright with his hands on his knees and his eyes fixed straight ahead.

"I've been asked to come and ask if you need any help. All the gangs on Twilight Street are willing to provide assistance, no matter who you are looking for or who you want to kill."

"Who entrusted this task?"