Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

If the twist point of Lungmen is successfully resolved, she might be the one to host the next two bird-hunting events.

Even without empathy, Liboli is not much worse than Sakta.

With that thought in mind, Fiameta picked up her pistol and the Lateran-made grenade launcher.

……

Outer ring road of Longmen.

Late at night, on a street that wasn't exactly quiet.

When Hoshiguma went out, she didn't wear her Royal Guard uniform, but instead changed into the jacket she wore back when she was working in the gang.

In fact, Hoshiguma is not young anymore. She has witnessed firsthand how Lungmen returned to the embrace of Yan Kingdom from the Ursus people, and she has also seen how Wei Yanwu completely controlled Lungmen through various means.

More than a decade ago, there was a curfew in Lungmen. More than a decade later, people in Lungmen don't need to be afraid to walk at night. Shops and other public places can even stay open all night.

The people of Longmen who live here have many feelings. After all, the city is gradually getting better. Those outsiders who used to live in the wilderness are also suppressed by the Rat King on the outer ring of Longmen and dare not make any rash moves.

It took Lord Wei twenty years to restore Longmen to this state. As someone who experienced it firsthand, how could he allow anyone to destroy it?

The soles of his shoes made a clattering sound on the stone pavement. Hoshiguma walked past a street corner and saw his informant standing in front of a convenience store, eating something.

"Sister Ghost, this way."

The informant called out, and Hoshiguma followed closely behind. The two entered the convenience store, then walked through the aisle and came out from the other side.

"how is the situation?"

"I don't know, I didn't dare to get close. The paper talisman I got at the temple actually caught fire. Sister Ghost, if you're going over there, should you bring more people with you?"

Hoshiguma shook his head, his gaze deep, and said briefly, "A large number of people doesn't necessarily guarantee success, while a small number of people might be able to resolve things quickly and decisively."

Hoshiguma was originally a heroine in the underworld, and all the branches of Lungmen praised her. Since being recruited by Lord Wei into the Guard Bureau, she has had much less contact with people in the underworld at work, but everyone still recognizes the name Sister Ghost.

“The brothers helped to pool some money. This is a paper talisman obtained from the temple. Sister Ghost, you can carry it with you. If the paper talisman gets hot and starts to burn, don’t be afraid. It won’t burn your clothes. It’s a warning that there is danger nearby.”

Hoshiguma frowned. She hadn't come here expecting help from the brothers in the underworld, but since the other party was so sincere, it wouldn't look good to refuse. So she took a few talismans from the stack and put them in her pocket.

"Thank you very much. Once this matter is settled, I will repay you handsomely."

"Sister Gui, you're too kind. It's everyone's wish to be able to help you."

"Okay, find a safe place to hide, and don't show yourself no matter what happens."

"Ghost Sister, please be careful too."

The informant responded and quickly left as Hoshiguma had instructed.

The map they drew was placed on the table.

Hoshiguma picked up the map and glanced at it, her brows furrowing.

She wasn't unfamiliar with the outer ring road; she had walked along it before. Although the lines drawn on the map were rudimentary, they marked some important locations. However, in her opinion, the problem was significant.

The informant isn't a novice; he's infiltrated the Guard Bureau before and has some skill in map drawing. He wouldn't make such a basic mistake as disproportionately large figures.

However, the map in Hoshiguma's hands was full of errors and omissions. It was not long enough or short enough, and even some intersections were missing to varying degrees. Yet, the informant had not noticed anything was wrong.

"Cognitive impairment, or more precisely, the distortion point, has already begun to affect residents in the nearby outer ring road area?"

Thinking of this, Hoshiguma reached out and patted a long sword hanging at her waist.

The fact that the knife didn't move indicates that the informant is safe.

"You'll know if the route is right once you've walked it."

Hoshiguma took a piece of chewing gum from the shelf, unwrapped it, took out a piece and put it to her mouth, but in the end she didn't eat it. She wrapped it up again and put it in her pocket, then put the corresponding change on the cashier's counter.

After leaving the convenience store, Hoshiguma, with one hand on her long sword, looked around, pointed in one direction, and quickened her pace.

However, a dozen meters behind her, several gang members who were keeping watch rubbed their eyes hard.

"That's strange. Did I drink too much tonight?"

He had barely finished speaking when his companion asked, "What's wrong? What did you see?"

"I think I just saw Sister Ghost. She stood in front of that wall for a long time without moving, and then turned around and walked towards the industrial area. Is something wrong?"

"I don't know. If something really happened, how could there be no news at all?"

29. An ordinary car repair shop owner

Walking at night on the outer ring road of Longmen is a novel experience.

For the past two months, Mike has only been out and about during the day, because there are more people around then, and gang members stay out of sight, thus avoiding a lot of trouble.

But as evening falls and office workers return from the city center to the outer ring road, and people who have been busy all day begin to prepare dinner, the nocturnal animals emerge from their dens and take over their time.

These things are invisible in the city. The Imperial Guard responds faster than expected, and anyone who causes trouble in the city is thrown into jail.

As Mike thought about this, he reached out and scratched his short, gray hair. He had been having a run of bad luck lately. Not only was he constantly being watched by the operators, but he had also been imprisoned by the Guard Bureau twice. Although both times were misunderstandings, there were just too many of them.

After the incident in the outer ring was resolved, he vowed to keep his identity hidden and never reveal it.

He put in a lot of effort to say "I like you" back then, but one by one they rejected him. Now he wants to go back to her? There's no such thing as a free lunch.

no way.

"Snow Pheasant is a bit fast. She seems to enjoy playing the hero game. I didn't expect a little girl like her to be so childlike."

In just a short while, Mike could no longer pinpoint Snowshrike's exact location; he could only sense that she was directly in front of him.

With the Holy Sword in Snow Pheasant's hand, dealing with the Twisted Point shouldn't be a problem, so Mike wasn't too worried.

His main objective was the sewer system on the outer ring of Longmen.

No matter what happens on the surface, we must first find the source hidden underground.

What exactly happened in the last two months? How did Capone become the source of the twist point?

When Mike thought about this, he realized he had overlooked something.

Just two months ago, on the eve of his departure from Rhodes Island, Texas was summoned back to Syracuse, so the two made some promises when they parted hastily, but unfortunately they could not keep them.

Could it be related to what happened in Syracuse?

Mike thought for a moment and realized that even if it was true, it didn't matter. Texas was able to come back, which meant that Syracuse wasn't in too much trouble. She also had the Emperor by her side, and the old penguin was no pushover.

As Mike ventured deeper into the outer ring of Lungmen, he also noticed an increasing number of informants lurking in the vicinity.

The gray forest can deter gangs in the outer ring from making rash moves, but it can't stop them from doing things behind the scenes. There will always be some guys who are eager to make trouble.

Who was Mike? How could he be intimidated by these guys? He immediately grabbed a stick from the roadside and strode off aggressively.

These people who were involved in gangs in Longmen weren't fools; they all had some knowledge and experience.

These days, the outer ring road is not safe. People who dare to walk at night in the middle of the night without fear are probably formidable figures you can't afford to mess with.

Seeing Mike's actions, some of the eyes that had been watching him dispersed, but some, unwilling to be outdone, continued to follow.

The twist points in front are not very strong, but they are very dense and their positions are rather chaotic.

Mike knew he wouldn't be affected by these things; there were only two reasons that could make him feel uncomfortable and confused.

First, there are too many.

Second, the directions overlap.

It exists not only on the surface but also underground.

“I’ve had enough of this red tape. Why don’t you all come at me at once?”

Mike gripped the wooden stick tightly, suddenly quickened his pace, and strode forward. Every move he made would draw out the people hiding in the shadows.

Under the streetlights, shadowy figures overlapped, exuding a cold and eerie atmosphere.

They emitted black smoke, their faces hidden in darkness, making it impossible to see their true appearance.

If there's anyone on this land who can be unaffected by these things and still cause deadly damage, Mike thinks he'd be among the top.

The wooden stick passed through the neck of one of the attackers, and with a swift double strike, they were sent flying.

Mike's steps were not affected by this; like a bull, he charged headlong into the crowd without hesitation.

The man surrounded was not the one being threatened; on the contrary, the gang members surrounding him were one after another lifted more than a meter high by wooden sticks and sent flying to either side of the road.

In a few breaths, Mike broke through the encirclement. Behind him lay a group of people, writhing in pain and unable to get up.

"Did you guys think I just spent the last two months running a car repair shop in Lungmen for fun?"

Mike casually tossed aside the nearly broken stick, and a tall, burly Luper walked towards him.

Such a strong physique is enough to secure an important position within the Syracuse family; these gang members only need to be able to fight.

A fist the size of a bowl came crashing down. Mike saw it clearly, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes. He twisted his foot and dodged to the side.

too slow.

Mike clenched his fist and punched the enemy in the abdomen. Despite the heavy blow, the strong, burly man's face did not change. He only spat out some unknown liquid. His eyes were lifeless, with only Mike in front of him in his eyes.

"It's been controlled, but the distortion isn't complete."

Mike dodged the opponent's grab again and kicked the enemy in the groin.

The tall man immediately lost his balance and stumbled backward.

"When I first arrived in Lungmen, I accidentally crushed an enamel cup into a ball. At that moment, I knew that I needed to control my strength precisely, and repairing cars was a good idea."

No one will care what he does since he took over the shop himself.

Mike now has precise control over his power, and if he doesn't reveal himself, no one will know how powerful he is.

"I've had enough fun."

Mike punched the Lupo man again, knocking him to the ground. He grabbed the man by the collar and shouted, "Tell me, what is 1+1?!"

A gurgling sound came from Rupert's mouth; he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"If you can't say it, then don't say it."

He punched the other man in the face, leaving him a bloody mess. Rupert's head lolled to the side, and he passed out.

Mike shook the blood off his hands, stood at the entrance to the sewer, and turned back to ask, "Is there anything else? If not, I'm going in."

No one responded to him.