Poseidon in Arknights

Capone shook his head: "It's the same for everyone. If we're at a disadvantage, I'd rather make things more chaotic."

"Any news about Gambino?"

The gangster pursed his lips but didn't reply.

Capone frowned, looking at the silent gangsters: "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Gambino stepped in from the darkness: "You're too kind. You could have just contacted me directly if you needed anything."

Capone looked at Gambino: "...How did you get in?"

Gambino grinned: "Not everyone can break the vow they made at their father's grave without any remorse, just like you."

Capone stood up from the sofa: "An oath? That was just because we were on the same path, but things are different now, Gambino."

Gambino looked at Capone, who had stood up, but turned around and sat down on another sofa: "Now I'm in charge. You've disappointed me, but I'm willing to give you a chance to explain, old brother."

“Hmph. Seven years ago, the former leader was assassinated, and that's when you sent me to Lungmen.” Capone looked at Gambino, who had sat down, and sat back down on the sofa. “I came all this way to build an unprecedented commercial bridge as a backing for the family.”

Capone looked at Gambino: "But in the end, you failed in Syracuse and escaped, taking over everything I had worked so hard to build."

After a moment of silence, Gambino said, "Save your breath. You're not the kind of person who would get angry over such a small amount of money, otherwise you would be dead already."

Capone leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes: "Say what you will, I only realized today that the family's most valiant fangs are the real culprits that are harming the family."

Gambino patted the armrest of the sofa: "So you want to break your own claws and then put a collar on yourself? Ha!"

Capone sat up again, glaring at Gambino: "If you continue to run rampant in Lungmen, we will be wiped out by the unstoppable forces sooner or later. This is not Syracuse!"

Gambino took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it in his hand, his tone ambiguous, whether it was sarcasm or something else: "I see, I'm so moved I could cry. I never imagined you would be so thoughtful about the family."

"Each each other."

The two men stood up simultaneously from the sofa, and their gangsters retreated. Since neither could persuade the other with words, they would resort to Syracuse's most traditional method of determining the leader.

Gambino swiftly approached Capone and delivered a powerful punch to his face, but Capone was no pushover either. While being knocked back, Capone simultaneously kicked Gambino in the side.

Gambino, clutching his aching back, said, "You've become sluggish, Capone."

Capone wiped the dust off his face: "The wounds you sustained in Syracuse aren't good either, Gambino."

Gambino shook his head: "Give up, I don't want to kill you."

Capone laughed at the pretentious Gambinor: "No, you're thinking too much."

"Ha! You really know me!" Gambino was about to rush forward when suddenly the wall beside him collapsed.

"Varied……"

Croissant peeked out from the dust and, seeing the two facing off, was taken aback: "Huh? I was thinking of breaking through the wall to leave... but it seems I've stumbled upon something terrible?"

Croissant smiled at the two of them: "It's okay, you two continue, we'll take another route."

From the other side of the wall, gangsters' voices rang out: "Quick, after them! Don't let those two get away!!"

Bison glanced back and shook his head: "...It seems unlikely."

Gambino looked at Croissant and Bison with icy eyes: "Perfect, all the troublemakers are here. Let's deal with you—"

The other side of the house collapsed with a roar, and a stream of water, like gel, slowly emerged from the smoke and then quickly receded.

"What's wrong this time?!" Gambino stared intently at the wall that had just collapsed.

Exusiai's halo radiated light from the dust; before she arrived or her voice was heard, the light preceded her.

"Hey~ We're here!"

Texas emerged from the dust: "...What a coincidence, they're all here."

A halo of light emerged from the dust, pushing it aside. Xi Yue stood behind the crowd, looking at the scene before her: "This might be what they mean by 'better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early'?"

Looking at the scene before him, Kong nodded in agreement: "Hmm, is this going to be the final battle? Isn't it a bit too early?"

“It’s alright, the sooner we resolve this farce, the better.” Texas stared intently at the two men in front of her. “Just do as the boss says, throw them into the river.”

Capone stepped back slightly, trying to avoid being caught in the crossfire: "Hmph, the more chaotic it is, the better it is for me."

Capone, observing the current three-way standoff, said, "It seems whoever walks out of here standing will be the winner tonight."

Chapter 42: The Law of Noise (Part 5)

Gambino wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth: "Haa, haa..."

He had just taken not only Texas's slash, but also a powerful kick to the chest from Capone.

Capone, standing nearby, wasn't faring any better. Not only was he hit on the shoulder by Croissant's hammer, but Exusiai also fired several bullets at him, even if they were rubber bullets. But at such close range, he wasn't having an easy time either, getting riddled with bloody holes.

Capone, panting heavily, said, "Again, Penguin Logistics!"

Exusiai glanced at Gambino, who was shoved against the wall and panting heavily, then looked at Capone: "Aren't you two getting along pretty well?"

"Tch!" Capone sneered.

Meanwhile, Croissant and Bison are being attacked by a group of gangsters.

Croissant looked at the gangsters who kept attacking and was speechless: "Why are they coming after me?! Take this!"

Gambino tripped over a gangster and nearly ran headfirst into Texas's swung blade: "Uh! Whose side are you on!?"

The gangster who had fallen quickly stood up and explained, "No, I didn't do it! It was that angel!"

Exusiai smiled and weighed the broken board in her hand: "Hehe, it missed, but it doesn't matter."

This thing was picked up randomly from the ground by Exusiai. Anyway, when Yuuki broke the wall, there was a bunch of them scattered on the ground, which is perfect as a secondary melee weapon.

Just now, Exusiai used it to forcefully slap away the gangsters who had just launched a sneak attack.

"Now's the time—danger! Why are you slashing at me like that!?" Seeing that Xiyue, who was standing behind the group, seemed unprepared and hadn't drawn her weapon, one of the gangsters tried to rush forward, but was nearly slashed in the shoulder by another gangster's knife.

"Sorry, but I still think I should be loyal to the leader!!" The gangster with the knife continued to brandish his weapon, seemingly determined to stab his comrade.

The hooded gangster glared at his comrade: "But I am too!"

The knife-wielding gangster's face stiffened: "Uh..."

Gambino roared at the chaotic scene before him, "What are you all doing lying on the ground? Those who aren't dead, get up!"

The gangsters swayed as they got up from the ground: "Yes, yes!"

Yuzuki shook her head and smiled at Gambino: "It's not good to force your subordinates like this. Do you have medical subsidies? It looks like you don't. What a heartless company~"

Texas looked at the chaotic scene before her and sighed, "...It's a bit chaotic, but as long as we take down all the guys in black, right?"

"Is it possible? Texas~" Yuuki pointed to her black trench coat, "I also wear black clothes~"

"This is complete chaos." A voice suddenly rang out from behind Bison.

“Yes—hey!? Miss Mostima?” Bison replied casually upon hearing the familiar name, turning his head to see that it was indeed Mostima.

Mostima smiled and nodded: "But you guys seem to have a lot of energy."

"Oh, another one in black from Texas~"

"Yuuki, don't cause trouble..." Texas looked at Mostima, who was standing there unexpectedly: "...When did you get here?"

Mostima shrugged, as if helpless, and said, "The boss asked me to come. Ah, hello, Miss Yuzuki, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Mostima, nice to meet you." Yuzuki waved to Mostima as well, neither of them paying attention to the chaotic battle that was currently taking place.

"Tch, it's that weird Sarkaz." Capone glanced at Mostima, who had suddenly appeared, and curled his lip.

Gambino ignored Capone's reaction and charged forward, yelling, "Get out of my way!"

Mostima smiled as he watched Gambino charge towards him, then pulled out a black stick from behind him and blocked Gambino's fist.

"Alright, alright, calm down." Mostima smiled at Gambino. "What good would it do to win here? Let's compromise."

"She blocked the leader!?"

Another gang member noticed the stick Mostima was using to block Gambino, and immediately realized what was going on with the strange decoration at the other end: "Wait! That's a staff! Boss, watch out! She's a sorcerer!"

Capone looked at the scene before him and paused for a moment: "...It seems that not engaging her head-on was the right choice...Hey, don't get close to them yet!"

Gambino stared intently at Mostima: "...I've never seen a Sarkaz like you before, no, you're a Sarkaz? What exactly are you?"

Mostima smiled and replied, "Just an ordinary messenger, what else?"

Gambino's face darkened upon hearing Mostima's reply: "You're just being mysterious!"

Gambino threw a punch, but Mostima easily blocked it.

"Damn it!"

"Let's take a break at halftime..." Mostima continued, looking at Gambino's angry expression, "You probably won't listen to me."

Gambino, seeing Mostima's relaxed expression, was filled with rage: "You're underestimating me!?"

Mostima stopped paying attention to the furious Gambino and turned to the others: "Long time no see, everyone. How long has it been since we last met?"

Seeing that Mostima was completely ignoring him, Gambino's anger burned even brighter. "Where are you looking!?"

"How many years? Or a few months?" Croissant casually replied, slapping a charging gangster with his shield.

"Guuuuu!"

He flicked the short stick in his hand: "When life is too fulfilling, you forget about time."

Exusiai, who was usually the most talkative, finally murmured, "...about four years and three months, Mostima."

Mostima nodded at Exusiai, who had a serious expression on her face. "Yeah, it's been a long time."

Exusiai stared at Mostima, who seemed completely indifferent.

Mostima, who was being stared at by Exusiai, smiled and said, "Don't make that face. If you're even a little bit serious, I'll think you're sick."

Exusiai took a deep breath: "Wasn't this supposed to be a touching reunion!?"

Mostima swung her staff and knocked Gambino, who was rushing at her, to the ground again: "Whether it's touching or not, now is not the time for reminiscing."

Texas raised an eyebrow, as if she understood something: "Are you really planning to make your move here?"

Mostima smiled and nodded: "Just a little exercise."

Texas nodded: "...Alright then, it seems the boss is really angry. Remember to go easy on him."

“No problem.” Mostima nodded. “Besides, there’s another guest waiting for me.”

Mostima slightly raised her staff, and a flash of light appeared on the staff, enveloping the building in orange light.