I am a hero of the former civilization.

Pellegri swallowed hard and answered honestly, "Dusk."

I finally heard that name again, and I knew he couldn't resist.

Ryan smiled quietly. Just think about it, a powerful 'fusion warrior' was killing people indiscriminately in Twilight Street. It would be strange if there wasn't a way to deal with it.

The question now is the relationship between twilight and the moth drawn to the flame, and whether Adam made preparations in advance to prevent his own arrival.

Ryan didn't give an answer, but slowly got up and patted the big shot on the shoulder.

“If he’s curious, let him come to see me in person. Come on, Pado.”

"Oh." The girl glanced at Pellegri, then walked past him somewhat indifferently.

As the footsteps faded into the distance and the 'ring-a-ling' sound rang out, the gangster tycoon with billions in assets finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I touched my collar; it was completely soaked.

“Damn monster, this is not human at all.” Pellegri glanced at his only remaining confidant and interrupted him before he could speak, “No need to say anything more. Report this to Lord Twilight. This is not something we can handle.”

"Yes, I recorded the entire conversation and confirmed that the attack just now came from the shadow."

This is the most important evidence: anyone can imitate a similar face, but only a shadow can tell the whole story.

shadow.

Pellegri glanced at the floor, which had somehow crumbled into pieces, put on his top hat, and took out a large-caliber bullet from his cane.

Damn monster.

Chapter 228 Aponia

Along the way, Padofelis kept glancing at Ryan, repeatedly seeming to want to say something but then stopping herself. It wasn't until they were almost at the burned-out neighborhood that Ryan slowed down.

"Knowing too much won't do you any good, but don't worry, I have no intention of using you as cannon fodder."

"Curiosity killed the cat, I know that, and I don't think I have any value to be exploited." Pado put her hands behind her head and walked with a light step.

To survive so many years on Twilight Street, luck alone isn't enough; one must be intelligent and possess the instinct of a stray cat to avoid danger.

Are you scared?

"I wasn't afraid to begin with, and I'm even less afraid now. The more powerful you are, the safer I am. Besides, it's quite interesting to see another side of Pellegri."

"Do you know you're already bound to me? Pado, you're really smart."

"Hey, do you think I'm stupid or something?!"

Pado protested vehemently, then carefully pried off the wall bricks, took out the can, opened it, and soon the alley was filled with meowing sounds.

Ryan squatted on the steps watching the cats eat. He saw that the orange cat, who had been fighting over food, was being pulled aside by Pado and looked at him pitifully. Ryan couldn't help but laugh.

He hadn't thought about anything, or rather, he had already guessed 'Dusk's' response.

Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to jump out and see me.

If he was merely a collaborator of the Moth of Fire, he should have reported it to higher authorities, but Mebius couldn't find any information about him, so the normal procedures couldn't be followed.

If they are 'faith-based' people, they would be even less likely to step forward. If they haven't lost their memory, they should remember what they did to 'Adam'. If this pseudo-lawgiver regains the choice of humanity 25, they will be the first to settle accounts with them.

'So how should you deal with this, sir?' Ryan glanced in the direction of the sanatorium.

Before making contact, at least my identity and purpose need to be clarified. My identity should have been recorded by Pellegri's entourage, but my purpose can only be hinted at indirectly.

Ryan hugged his knees. He had left a 'flaw'. After confirming that he was Adam, the enemy's primary goal was to figure out his purpose and why he came to Twilight Street. Since they couldn't ask him face to face, the only option was to look for clues.

The clues are right there, and then you'll come into contact with Qianjie. He's not as easy to talk to as I am.

“Mr. Adam, something just occurred to me.” Padofelis comforted the orange can, then suddenly looked up.

"What is it?" Ryan stopped thinking and remained calm. Since coming to Japan, he had become accustomed to this semi-comfortable, semi-stressful life.

"You taught me to read and write, shouldn't I call you teacher?"

teacher?

Ryan paused for a moment, looking at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, full of youthful vigor. If it weren't for the Collapse, at this age, she should be sitting in a bright classroom wearing a bulky school uniform.

He thought for a moment and shook his head slightly: "I'm not qualified to be a teacher just because I can read and write, but if you want to learn something else, you have to be mentally prepared."

"It's tough? Uh, can I know what I can learn?"

"All the skills that allow you to survive in this apocalypse, and the power to control your own destiny."

Ryan clenched his fist, looking rather like a charlatan. Pado hesitated for only a moment, thinking of the Black Blood Gang leader's childlike appearance, and first subconsciously believed him, then was filled with envy.

This was a big shot she would avoid at all costs, and she never imagined that one day someone could run rampant on Twilight Street.

'And I always tread carefully, struggling to survive in the cracks, having to do good deeds secretly. Maybe one day I'll become powerful and influential?'

In just a few days, Pado seemed to have seen another world, the survival status of the strong, that composure, that control over the future.

Pado didn't think too much about it. If she admired something, she would do it, as long as it wasn't too dangerous or strenuous. She narrowed her eyes and dragged out her words.

"Teacher~~~"

This shout made Ryan feel much better. His love of lecturing had finally found a new target: Hua had grown up, and now someone else was taking over.

"So, for the first lesson, I'll teach you how to observe. Come with me."

"Class starts now? I want to take a nap. Okay, okay, I'll go with you. By the way, where are we going?"

Ryan paused, turned around, and spoke succinctly.

"Go to the sanatorium and keep an eye on that madman."

Pado's smile froze instantly, and she suddenly regretted it.

......

Tick, tick, tick.

Blood dripped continuously from the boots to the ground, and half of a human body was driven into the ceiling, still tightly gripping a gun in its hand.

The setting sun shone into the corridor through the window, revealing bullet holes riddled with holes in the walls and several bodies scattered around. Some were elderly men, others were heavily armed bandits, and the last lucky one was being strangled by a white-haired man.

The man, wearing a mask, held the object like a chick, his ferocious gaze fixed on the futile struggle. Then, with a crisp 'snap', everything fell silent.

puff.

The man casually tossed the body aside, not even bothering to glance at it, and turned away to look into the dark corridor.

"If you want to help, you should have come earlier, instead of just watching from the sidelines!"

The corridor was silent. After a moment, a figure appeared in the darkness, her rather plump, white thighs stepping into the setting sun, her black short-heeled leather shoes treading on the pool of blood.

In the sunlight, her high, firm breasts reappeared, contrasting with her black and white nun's habit, and finally, her exquisitely beautiful face.

Her deep blue eyes were full of allure, her chestnut-colored hair reached her waist, and her exaggerated figure and compassionate expression made her look incredibly seductive. Yet, her nun's habit added a touch of sanctity to this allure.

She seems to evoke humanity's most primal desires, a yearning to desecrate that sanctity, plunging people into the extreme agony of desire versus reason.

Fortunately, Qianjie's fighting spirit was able to suppress everything; his gaze remained unchanged, still irritable and impatient.

“Speak up, Aponia! You’re not scared by the blood, are you? No, your eyes are still awful, like you’re pitying me!”

“This is concern, not pity.” Aponia’s voice was soft, as if she were kind to everything, and the blood-stained hem of her dress made her look even more holy.

"Get lost, I don't need your concern."

“No, you need to, don’t let anger cloud your judgment.” Aponia seemed unafraid that this volatile man would jump at her and hurt her. Her pure, azure eyes swept around, and she became somewhat puzzled.

These people rushed in to see her, but were stopped by Qianjie. The two sides naturally started fighting, and then stray bullets killed several passing patients.

The matter is that simple, but in her eyes it is not so simple.

“I have clearly advised them not to disturb the peace of the nursing home, and they have followed my advice all these years.”

“But they still came. Without me, you’ll be in big trouble,” Qianjie sneered. This woman basically never left the sanatorium because she would cause a bloodbath if she went out.

Too many men wanted to possess her, to tear apart her pristine facade.

"No one can force me, Qianjie, but thank you for your concern anyway."

I don't care about you!

“But you did help me, which wasn’t in our original agreement. If it wasn’t out of concern, you could have just pretended you didn’t see anything and let them come to me directly.” Aponia gave a gentle smile and added, “Although I’m prepared that they won’t even see me.”

She had a vague feeling that something bad was going to happen today, so she had prepared in advance.

Qian Jie was speechless for a moment, and could only mutter curses: "Say whatever you want, anyway, I'm no match for you when it comes to sophistry. Damn it, just tell me what happened."

He also sensed something was wrong. He had been in this sanatorium for several months, and not only had gang members not come, but even thieves hadn't visited. He also knew that Aponia had an innate talent that allowed her to easily persuade others.

"I do not know."

"Ha, there are things you don't know?"

“I really don’t know, and you didn’t leave me any survivors to ask.” Aponia gazed at Thousand Calamities with a melancholy expression.

The blood-soaked corridor suddenly fell silent, and an awkward feeling spread. Qianjie stood ramrod straight, and you could see his cheeks twitching slightly.

Having not fought for several months, he was about to unleash his pent-up anger, and of course, admitting his mistakes was out of the question.

"Blame them for being too weak. They dared to fight me with such meager skills. They deserved to die."

"Hehe, Qianjie, you look kind of cute when you try to argue."

"Are you looking for death?" Qian Jie took a step forward and then stopped, waving his hand indifferently: "Fine, I won't stoop to your level. Just tell me what to do."

What to do? Killing so many people will definitely bring trouble. At the very least, the people behind these people won't let this go. The sanatorium is doomed.

Aponia harbored no resentment whatsoever, as if she had long anticipated this day. After a moment's thought, she parted her lips slightly and said, "Qianjie, go to the dock and get me some things."

"Are you sure you want to get rid of me? There's a simple way: kill everyone behind this, leave no one alive!"

"Qian Jie, I don't like violence. Fate will change sooner or later, it's just a matter of time."

"Then you can drown in your fate. I'll collect your corpse in two hours." Qianjie said viciously, then turned and left.

The corridor was still filled with the heavy smell of blood, and the sanatorium was filled with an atmosphere of unease. Aponia had a smile on her face, but her azure eyes held a hint of confusion.

That keen perception of the future received no feedback, as if one's eyes were covered and one could see nothing.

This was actually a novel feeling. In the past, when she saw a person or an event, she would subconsciously predict the outcome, but at this moment—

Amidst the thick fog, it truly became relaxed and peaceful.