Poseidon in Arknights

Texas looked at Hoshino: "...So what?"

Huai Hu slowly adopted a stance: "Therefore, it is necessary to correct your inherent flaws."

Seeing that Huaihu had already taken his stance, Kong quickly raised his hand, trying to stop him, saying, "There's no need to immediately take your stance. We know we've caused everyone a lot of trouble tonight, but let's talk things out."

Texas bit off the Pocky stick in her mouth and moved her body slightly: "Okay."

Texas!?

"Let me make this clear first, tonight's events were equally baffling to me, and I'm also very tired," Texas said, slowly adopting a stance. "So I'm really not in a good mood right now."

"do you understand?"

“One-on-one, I won. From now on, you'll have to behave yourselves and obey the law.” After thinking for a moment, Huai Hu said, “...at least for a month.”

"One month is enough!?" Bison was still preparing for the other party to propose any special conditions, but unexpectedly, the other party's conditions seemed surprisingly simple.

Texas chimed in, "I won. Now all you lazy bums should mind your own business and mind your own business."

Huaihu nodded: "That's true... but I won't hold back! Get ready!"

Jie shook his head, looking at the two facing off, somewhat speechless: "Sigh, how did it turn out like this?"

"Wait! Calm down! Fighting in the city center is a bit too much..." Bison said, trying to stop the two who were getting increasingly tense.

But before they could finish speaking, they were already fighting.

As for the people around them, they automatically made way for them, and some drinkers even raised their glasses and shouted, "Great skill! Well done!!"

"Miss Wolf, don't lose! Fight! Watch out behind you!"

"It's been so long since I've seen such beautiful Yan Kingdom kung fu! Show us a few more moves!"

Looking at the jeering crowd around him, Bison felt a little speechless: "This isn't a performance!"

"Relax, this is the characteristic of Lungmen. If you complain about everything, you'll become the complainer tonight~" Yuzuki patted Bison on the shoulder.

After thinking for a moment, he pulled out a bunch of glow sticks from somewhere and waved them around, shouting, "Go Texas!"

Exusiai also joined in as a spectator, shouting, "Watch your step! It's a feint!"

"Don't join in the commotion!" Bison looked at the two of them with an expression that went beyond just being speechless.

Jie walked around from the side: "Soda, do you want some?"

Croissant took the soda: "Ah! Thank you. But aren't you going to try and mediate this fight a little?"

Jie shrugged: "We couldn't stop it. You probably knew that, didn't you? You didn't try to stop it either."

"...Are we just going to watch like this?"

After thinking for a moment, Jie said, "How about we give them some extra gas?"

Just when Bison began to doubt that he was the one who didn't fit in.

Suddenly, a burst of static came from the loudspeaker in the square.

Bison looked up and asked, "...What's going on?"

"Hey! All the good citizens who are attending the Requiem Party!"

"What?" The patrons who were engrossed in the fight looked up. "What's going on? What's wrong with that guy?"

Can you hear me?

"Hey, you're so noisy!"

"Not bad, not bad, it seems you can hear me."

"Now, please be quiet! Be quiet! Thank you!" The person on the other end of the broadcast seemed quite satisfied with the crowd's reaction. "Then prick up your ears and worship me."

"What... what's wrong with that guy!?"

Just as everyone was still wondering, a drinker suddenly pointed at the figure on the platform: "Wait, he's the Emperor! Hey, it's the Siren's God of Rap! Come quick!"

"Shouldn't he be in Columbia?! How come he's in Lungmen?"

Bison looked at the figure on the high platform with a puzzled expression: "...Mr. Emperor, what are you doing?"

Exusiai shrugged, looking at the Emperor on the high platform with great interest: "The boss always boasts that he's a musician."

“That’s true, actually.” Sora corrected Exusiai’s statement.

Croissant shrugged and explained, "Our funding certainly doesn't come solely from the logistics business itself; the boss's funding channels are very complex. And—"

"Anything else?" Bison looked at the croissant that had suddenly stopped.

Croissant waved her hand: "No, let's not. I feel like saying too much would be bad."

Yuzuki patted Baisong on the shoulder and pointed to the question mark that had just appeared on her head: "See, isn't it much better to have an automatic question prompt like me at times like this?"

"I don't think the issue at this point is whether or not this notification device is present."

Texas suddenly stopped swinging her fist.

Huaihu's counterattack seemed to be in slow motion: "What's wrong? Your movements have slowed down!"

Texas stopped what she was doing and looked around: "...The flow of people is too orderly, something's not right."

Huaihu hadn't given up yet; he re-established his stance and stared intently at Texas: "Don't try to make excuses!"

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"Emperor! Emperor! Emperor!" The tourists at the party in the square raised their arms and shouted to the person on the platform, "Emperor! Emperor! Emperor!"

The emperor opened his arms and enjoyed the cheers from the crowd below.

Just as the earth was enjoying itself, a voice came from behind.

"...It's so noisy." The Rat King walked over from the Emperor's blind spot. "Today is the Day of Requiem, Your Majesty. Your noise can wake even the dead."

"What—!?" The Emperor whirled around, his bird-like face filled with astonishment. "You, when did you... appear behind me...?"

Goodnight, Your Majesty, Happy Requiem.

The Emperor, clutching his pierced abdomen, grumbled, "...You stinking rat, you'll...remember this..."

"Wait, what's going on? What kind of performance is this—"

A tourist who had been watching the situation on stage shouted in alarm, "The Emperor? The Emperor has been stabbed? He's dead!?"

Huaihu raised his fist towards Texas, but it seemed he hit the wrong person, striking a tourist who happened to be approaching with a bottle of liquor.

"Well--!"

Jie looked at the tourist who had been knocked away with some surprise: "Huh? Huaihu, you hit the wrong person..."

“No. She didn’t do anything wrong.” Texas shook her head, looking at the tourists who were gradually approaching. “We’re the ones who are surrounded.”

"..."

Exusiai raised an eyebrow as she watched the tourists gradually approaching: "Uh... could it be that they've been chasing us all the way from the slums?"

"Shouldn't you have calmed down by now, back in the slums?" Croissant scratched her head, looking at the crowd around her. "And all these people here are their accomplices?"

Kong looked around and said, "No way, this number of people..."

“They’re almost all enemies. This is a trap. The Emperor…” Bison looked up and saw the Rat King throwing the Emperor’s corpse aside. “No way?!”

"How do I use this microphone... cough cough, hello? Good evening, citizens of Lungmen." The Rat King began, "Please don't panic, what just died was just an insignificant penguin, the Requiem Night celebration will not be stopped. Naturally, someone will take care of this troublesome corpse."

"Although it was a sudden event and I am deeply sorry, it's time to add a temporary activity to tonight's revelry."

“Our friends in Syracuse have brought us a very special gift, which is now hidden somewhere in this open-air party.”

"Time is running out, friends." The Rat King looked down at the area, where Penguin Logistics and the others were now completely surrounded.

'Is he looking at me? No, wait, that old man is…' Bison looked up at the Rat King on the platform, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

"If no one finds this treasure, it's a pity," the Rat King's voice seemed a little serious, "that will be the last surprise of your lives."

Croissant looked at the crowd around her: "Aren't we completely surrounded? Like, three layers inside and three layers outside?"

"Ah, a chiffon cake roll?" Exusiai stepped back, leaning against Yuuki.

"A dessert analogy? Hmm, that's fairly accurate." Yuuki glanced briefly at the crowd around her.

"The Rat King is the boss of the slums, and his henchmen are naturally everywhere."

Bison looked at Texas and couldn't help but ask, "...Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Texas said nonchalantly, "I thought it was just an urban legend, and I didn't know he was actually a rat. Who would give someone such a nickname?"

Croissant scratched her head: "They said it's difficult to make a move in dense crowds, but there are no innocent civilians here, they're all enemies!"

Kong nodded: "Yes, it's incredibly difficult to move an inch."

"What should we do now?" Bison was a little flustered; he had never encountered this situation before.

Texas shook her head: "You keep asking what to do, why don't you think about it yourself?"

"I think this is an extremely urgent situation!" Exusiai looked back, just about to call for Yuuki to help, "Yuuki, where are you... hey, where is she?"

Bison glanced back and saw that Yuuzuki, who had been following them and sending messages, was indeed gone: "Wasn't she just here?"

Texas glanced back as well: "She's probably gone to find somewhere to watch a show...tsk...she got tricked..."

The Rat King on the platform looked back and saw Mostima, who had just climbed up: "...You've arrived. From here, we can clearly see what's happening below."

“It’s not just me who’s here~” Mostima pointed behind her.

“Me too~” Yuzuki’s voice rang out.

The Rat King's gaze passed over Mostima and saw that at the end of the float, Yuuki had set up a small table and stools and was sitting there drinking red tea.

"Want a drink?"

Chapter 46: The Law of Noise (Part 9)

"No need, this isn't the time to drink black tea." The Rat King waved his hand. "There's a big event coming up, and elegant black tea isn't suitable for this time."

“Speaking of which, Miss Yuuki, isn’t there something off about your background?” Mostima stroked his chin, noticing something that looked like a wall behind Yuuki. “This doesn’t seem like something you’d see on a float, does it?”

"Oh, you mean this?" Yuuki looked back. "It's simple, just the wall on the roof."

"On the roof...you're not here, are you?" Mostima reached out and touched it. Sure enough, after reaching a certain distance, it felt cold. "I knew it, is it water?"