Man on the ark, forced to become king

“Syracuse is their root.”

As soon as she said it, Lin Lu sensed something was wrong, and after hearing Texas's words, she immediately understood.

With so many people, it's impossible for everyone to be an orphan, right? They must have to consider their relatives and friends. Where else can they go if they don't go back to Syracuse?

"Then they're probably doomed."

Having understood the reason, Lin Lu stopped paying attention to those people. To him, it didn't matter whether these henchmen ran away or not. The grievances had their perpetrators and the debts had their debtors. All he wanted to find was Dasmi.

Of course, even if they tried to escape, they wouldn't be able to get out. Their reckless pursuit of Texas in the lower city had seriously violated the Rat King's rules.

The gray forest is not to be trifled with.

I thought you would sympathize with them.

Texas suddenly said something that made Lin Lu pause in surprise.

"Maybe so, but that doesn't mean I'll let Dasmi go because of them. Dasmi must die tonight, and no one can save him."

What a joke! Does he, Lin, really look like a good person?

He might have a little sympathy, but only a little. He was never a saint and would never let his enemy go because of some inexplicable sympathy.

Lin Lu shook her head and chuckled, then kicked Dasmi on the ground, making him wince in pain and glare angrily.

“Since he won’t say anything, there’s no point in keeping him around. If you don’t take this opportunity, I’ll do it myself.”

"Just a knife."

Texas shook her head slightly, her gaze towards Dassim was indifferent, as if she didn't take this person seriously at all.

“Killing him here would get me into trouble, and I don’t want to get into trouble.”

"Okay, I'll do it myself."

She was unwilling to do it, and Lin Lu didn't care. She gripped the sword in one hand, channeled her spiritual energy into the hilt, and the orange-red blade sprang out again.

"Damn it! How did you know I wouldn't tell!"

As the lightsaber was about to strike his neck, Dasmi shuddered, his pupils contracted, and he screamed in terror.

He didn't expect this hothead to actually intend to kill him here, and he immediately lost his composure. Clearly, the others had all been knocked unconscious, and even the most seriously injured ones hadn't died. How come he was so ruthless and decisive when it came to killing him?

During his time in Lungmen, he had learned about the rules of the slums. Wasn't he afraid of angering the 'Rat King' by killing someone in public?

"You've been keeping your mouth shut so tight, you haven't said anything yet, does that mean you're not planning to say anything?"

Lin Lu smiled knowingly, her sword blade halting in mid-air, stopping abruptly just an inch away from slicing into Dassim's neck.

"You fucking dare ask me anything! What are you talking about if you don't ask me anything! How do you know I won't tell you if you haven't even asked me anything!"

Upon hearing this, Dassim almost lost his composure. You came up here without asking anything and immediately accused me of being stubborn, and then said I wasn't going to talk?!

If you want me to ask, then ask! How can I explain if you don't ask me a single question?

"Didn't I ask?"

Lin Lu blinked and looked at Texas.

"I asked him, but he didn't answer."

The black wolf girl answered in a serious and methodical manner, showing no sign of joking.

"See? I told you I asked. You didn't want to talk and you were being stubborn, so don't blame me."

With her hands outstretched, Lin Lu raised her lightsaber, ready to deliver a fatal blow to his throat.

"You call that a question?!"

Dassim was terrified. His brain raced at an unprecedented speed, and just before the blade touched his flesh, he finally remembered what Lin Lu had asked. He shouted, "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

"Not tough anymore?"

The orange-red blade left tiny bloodstains on the skin, almost slicing open the throat.

Lin Lu looked at him with a half-smile, sheathed her sword, twirled the hilt in her hand, narrowed her eyes, and a cold glint flashed in them.

"No, no! I'll tell you everything! But you have to promise you won't kill me!"

"Don't worry, as long as you explain yourself clearly, I won't attack you anymore. This matter ends here."

"Gulu~"

After the sword disappeared and he received Lin Lu's promise, Dasmi subconsciously swallowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, half from fear and half from pain. His face grew paler and paler because of the wounds on his back and shoulder.

But he dared not delay any longer. With such a hothead by his side, who knew what this guy might do if things dragged on any longer?

"It's like this, I—"

*Smack! Smack! Smack!* ...

A series of sounds of flesh striking flesh suddenly rang out, interrupting Dassim's words, followed by a cacophony of footsteps.

Several shadows shrouded in black cloaks appeared silently behind the remaining Syracuses and quickly knocked them to the ground. From the other side of the passageway that Dasmi and the others had run through, a dozen or so people wearing black headscarves, sunglasses, and vests ran out. At first glance, they looked like members of a gang.

The law enforcement officers in the lower city district, directly under the 'Rat King'—Grey Tail.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Even Weeds Can Be Useful If Placed Right

Upon seeing the Greytails appear, a glimmer of light appeared in Dassim's eyes, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

The slums are the lawless places behind Lungmen's prosperity. Lungmen's laws are useless in the slums, but there are their own rules.

The Rat King, the uncrowned king of the entire Lungmen underworld, his very existence is the rule.

He said that fighting is allowed in the slums, which is why the chaos in the lower city continues to this day.

He said that killing people indiscriminately is forbidden, so no one dares to violate that rule.

Of course, the actual situation is much more complicated. Many rules are not written down, but everyone who comes here knows them implicitly. Except for truly vicious and desperate criminals, very few people dare to cross that line.

After all, committing crimes in the Upper City only results in being arrested and tried by the Guard Bureau, but offending the Rat King means certain death, and a very gruesome one at that.

Dassim knew very well that what he had done in Lungmen these past few days had crossed a line.

However, if the Rat King were to capture him, there would still be some room for maneuver. Behind him is the Lucchese family, one of the twelve families of Syracuse, which even the Rat King would have to be wary of. So, if he fell into the Rat King's hands, he would still have a chance to survive—provided the price he paid was high enough.

In any case, it's much better than gambling that the guy who just threatened to kill him will keep his word.

Now that Graytail has arrived, the helper that this little wolf cub found must also take into account the reputation of the Rat King, right?

As he was thinking this, he heard Lin Lu's indifferent voice from above: "Gentlemen, Lord Wei wants his life."

"Master Wei?"

In Longmen, there is no one else who can be respectfully addressed as 'Lord Wei'.

The Greytails paused their actions, exchanging glances. One of them, completely shrouded in a black cloak, stepped forward and asked in a deep voice, "Do you have any proof?"

"There's no warrant or anything, but someone can vouch for it."

Lin Lu's gaze swept past Texas and landed on a corner not far away where a lot of miscellaneous items were piled up. She waved her hand and said, "Brothers in the shadows, come out and be witnesses?"

"..."

In a dark corner under the cover of night, the man in the black raincoat appeared silently, nodded slightly without speaking, and then disappeared into the shadows again.

"Since it's what Lord Wei wants, you can keep this person, but we'll take the others with us."

Upon seeing the man in the black raincoat appear, Graytail's pupils contracted, and he slowly nodded, not daring to ask any more questions. He waved to signal the others to continue. They moved quickly, and before long, all the Lupo lying on the ground were packed up and dragged away, carried by Graytail and disappearing at the end of the passageway.

"I knew I was right. It's a pity that Snake, that idiot, messed up."

Watching his lifeline slip away, Dasmi's tense, pale face suddenly relaxed. He gave a self-deprecating laugh and, without waiting for Lin Lu to say anything more, took the initiative to explain.

Actually, the matter wasn't that complicated. The descendants of Texas left Syracuse, giving some old enemies of the Texas families, who had previously been bound by some unspoken agreement, an opportunity to do something. The Lucchese family was one of them.

But those are all old stories. There's nothing to hold onto. The Lucchese family sending their partner to hunt down Texas was just a side effect; they didn't put much effort into it. Otherwise, Texas would never have made it to Lungmen.

The reason why Dasmi caused so much trouble in Lungmen was mainly due to his own actions. Although the current owner of the Lucchese family didn't care much about this, it was a rare opportunity for him.

He needs to rely on this merit to seek a higher position in the family. A killer like him who has done a lot of dirty work for the family cannot stay in his current position forever. He will either climb up or be secretly disposed of because he is no longer of value.

Dasmi didn't want to die; he wanted to climb to a higher position, so he could only pin his hopes on this mission, completing it flawlessly to prove his worth to his family.

They originally wanted to keep a low profile, but due to an unexpected incident, they not only failed to find Texas's whereabouts immediately, but also attracted the attention of the Lungmen Guard Bureau because of what another group had done. This made Dassim quite angry. After several days of investigation, he finally found some clues and followed them to the group's hideout in the clothing store. He then destroyed the hideout with the Originium bombs he had brought with him when he smuggled into Lungmen.

He did this to retaliate while also drawing the attention of the Guard Bureau. Then he encountered Lin Lu's intervention. After receiving the information, Dassimi acted rashly and came up with the terrible idea of ​​sending assassins.

The basis for this argument is that Chen possesses the bloodline of a dragon and wields a powerful weapon, indicating a high status within the Dragon Gate. Lin Lu, whom Chen was acquainted with, was merely borrowing the weapon and did not possess such a weapon. She was far easier to deal with than Chen, who wielded a divine weapon and worked in the Guard Bureau. Killing Lin Lu would enrage Chen, thus diverting more of the Guard Bureau's attention.

It sounds illogical, full of personal speculation, and basically has no logic, but that's what Darcy did at the time.

Lin Lu's assessment of this was...

Cerebral palsy.

Lin Lu thought about Dasmi's terrible idea and his very peculiar thought process and found it hard to give him a positive evaluation. No wonder he was still an assassin in Syracuse from his teenage years to middle age. With that kind of intelligence, it's already quite remarkable that he hasn't died in a conspiracy in a place like Syracuse where gangs are rampant.

"You said you wouldn't kill me as long as I answered your questions."

After telling her everything she knew, Dasmi's voice became weak, probably due to excessive blood loss, but she still tried to keep her eyes wide open, her eyes filled with obvious resentment and expectation.

He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die here, and he wasn't willing to give up even if there was the slightest possibility.

"You really want to live?"