Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

This is absolutely unacceptable to Wei Yanwu, who added the "top secret" clause. What kind of trouble will this cause?

This matter has already subtly exceeded Mostima's ability to intervene, and could very well escalate into a major incident involving the Royal Guard, Lungmen's underground forces, unidentified groups, and Governor Wei Yanwu. She paused for a moment, then slowly released Chen's hand, saying:

"In that case, allow me to make a phone call."

Mostima pulled out an old-fashioned telephone he rarely used, but before he could dial the Emperor's number, he heard Exusiai's voice from outside the door:

"Hey, are you going this way too?"

"Hey, you're here looking for the little rabbit too?"

"If you're not looking for the little rabbit, then who are you looking for? This is the little rabbit's home, you two have come to the wrong place, haven't you?"

"I haven't gone to the wrong place, this is the right place?"

“I didn’t go to the wrong place, this is the place.” Wayne looked up at the house number, confirmed that it matched the message Theresa had sent, and seeing that the door was open, he assumed that Theresa had left it open for him, so he called out and went straight in.

"Theresia, Chen, how is the situation...?"

Wayne abruptly stopped, both speaking and walking, and looked at the blue-haired Sarkaz girl he hadn't seen in a long time in the room, instinctively calling out:

"Mostima?"

Mostima, who was also stunned, was startled awake. Her previously malfunctioning black aura almost snapped back to life. She quickly turned her back to Wayne, trying to cover her tracks, and said:

"It's not Mostima, you've mistaken me for someone else!"

Chapter 43 This place is full of your people

"Mostima? What are you talking about?"

A question mark appeared above Exusiai's head. She stepped forward, patted Mostima on the shoulder, and said...

"What's wrong, Mostima? Mostima? Mostima, say something, Mostima?"

With each shout from Exusiai, Mostima's body hunched over a little more. Eventually, as Exusiai continued shouting, Mostima squatted down in the corner.

Exusia looked at Mostima with concern, then glanced back at Theresa and Chen, then at Wayne and Vina, only to realize that she didn't recognize anyone there except Chen. Theresa looked like a Sarkaz; Exusia had a rather open-minded view of Sarkaz—she didn't dislike them, but she didn't particularly like them either, belonging to the open-minded type within Laterano. As for Wayne and Vina, she had simply bumped into them on her way here, asked for directions, and, finding it convenient, led them here. Why did Mostima suddenly run off alone so quickly?

After looking around anxiously for a while, Exusiai had no choice but to grab Chen's hand and say impatiently:

"Please help, Sir, my friend is sick!"

Is she sick?

Chen blinked as he looked at Mostima, who was squatting on the ground, burying his head in the sand.

I don't think she's sick at all. She was perfectly energetic when she was talking to me just now. She hasn't eaten or drunk anything, and no one else in the room is coughing. What illness could she possibly have?

Chen wasn't blind or deaf; Mostima's sudden change in behavior began when Wayne came in and called her name. Her current demeanor clearly indicated she was avoiding Wayne.

Well, if Mostima really is sick, then there's definitely a plague god in that house. I won't say who it is, but you all know what I mean.

Wayne blinked, and facing Chen Sir's questioning gaze, he shrugged innocently.

How would he know what happened? It wasn't him who made Mostima squat down.

When he arrived in Lungmen, he had considered the possibility of running into Mostima, given her permanent position as an employee of Penguin Logistics. However, Wayne didn't hold out much hope. Mostima was usually homeless; judging from her conversation with Exusiai in the Law of Roar, it was common for her to go months, even a year, without returning to Lungmen. She claimed to work as a messenger, but whose messenger was she?

It might just be that pope from the Lateran Catholic Church who was terribly betrayed by Wayne.

Mostima wouldn't stay in Lungmen for long, usually only three to five days, so it was almost impossible for Wayne to run into her. But this impossible miracle did indeed happen right in front of Wayne; Mostima was now squatting right under his nose. Wayne was quite surprised; it could only be said that fate brought them together from afar.

Unfortunately, Miss Mostima doesn't seem to want to meet Wayne.

Wayne called out, somewhat puzzled:

"Mostima? What's wrong?"

“Not Mostima,” Mostima replied.

Wayne was completely baffled by her. What did she mean by "not Mostima"? If you're not Mostima, then who are you?

Am I supposed to admit my mistake?

Wayne said this with a hint of doubt:

"Then stand up and turn around. I shouldn't mistake you for someone else, right?"

Mostima trembled slightly, remained silent for a long while, then stood up and turned to Wayne.

Hmm, a dark halo, wings like shards of glass, blue hair, horns, and two staffs in his hands.

Who else could it be but Mostima?

“I didn’t mistake you for someone else. What’s wrong, Mostima?”

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I am not Mostima. Mostima would not appear before you at this time, Your Highness Wayne.”

See, you're calling me by my name now...

Seeing Mostima's face darken, Wayne pouted, feeling wronged, but still compromised:

"Alright, alright, Miss [Not Mostima], what are you doing here?"

“Take our goods,” Miss [Not Mostima] replied. She reached out to pick up the safe, but Chen grabbed her wrist in the same manner, saying righteously:

"Although there were some minor hiccups, evidence is still evidence. This Miss [Not Mostima], no matter who you are, you cannot take this box from the Guard Bureau."

“But this is the Rat King’s territory.” Although Exusiai didn’t understand what had happened between Mostima and that blond big Felin, she could tell that Chen Sir was preventing them from taking the goods stored here in the slums, so she immediately said, “The Guard Bureau is where the city’s cases are solved, while the police agency in the slums is the Rat King’s tea house.”

This has always been the established practice. Jiu wasn't a naive newcomer like Chen Huijie; she understood the necessity of the Rat King's existence for Lungmen, at least at this stage, and she also knew the relationship between the Rat King and Wei Yanwu, as well as their division of labor. As Lungmen's police agency, the Guard Bureau, under her jurisdiction, had always maintained a considerable degree of tacit understanding with the Rat King's forces in the slums.

Render unto God the things that are God's, and unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's. The city's property belongs to the Guard Bureau, and the slums' property belongs to the Rat King.

The two sides do not infringe upon each other's territory. If one side commits a crime on the other's territory, the other side will take care of it, either turning a blind eye or offering some protection.

If it weren't for the emergence of an infected violent organization that occupied three whole city blocks and that the Rat King couldn't deal with through normal means, Wei Yanwu wouldn't have dispatched the Guard Bureau to investigate the origins of the Rattlesnake.

For Exusiai, she was already used to working between the city and the slums, and she was well aware of the rules. The girl's mind was not complicated, but the fact that she had been able to work as an armed escort for so long was definitely not due to the simple advantage that the Laterans had in possessing firearms.

But the scenario that Exusiai had anticipated—Chen releasing his grip out of reluctance, helplessness, or approval after hearing these words—did not occur. Instead, Chen merely glanced at Exusiai before coldly and impartially emphasizing:

"The Lungmen Guard Bureau is the government agency that manages all security issues in the mobile city of Lungmen. As long as the slum area remains under the jurisdiction of the Guard Bureau, I have law enforcement authority here. Don't even mention the Rat King; even if Wei Yanwu comes, I will take this box back!"

Chen's bold words left Exusiai, [not Mostima], and even Anso wide-eyed and stunned. For a moment, they couldn't decide whether Chen was a fearless newborn calf or a frog in a well with boundless audacity.

She wants to break the rules! As someone bound by the rules, she wants to disrupt the existing order.

Faced with their questioning gazes, Chen nodded firmly, looked at Theresa standing to the side, and sincerely thanked her:

"I must thank Miss Theresa for making me understand this. She made me realize the narrowness of the justice I used to uphold, and that there are still places in this city that need our Guard Bureau! She made me realize that the rules that have always been in place are not necessarily right! It's just that no one has been willing to change them yet!"

Theresa opened her mouth, but faced with the various gazes from [Not Mostima], Exusiai, Amsel, and even Vayne and Vina, she felt like crying but had no tears.

Yes, I did say, "Now that you've seen the misfortune these people are suffering, start trying to change it now," but... but...

Okay, but there's no "but," this sentence is indeed fine in this context.

Theresa was numb, but she still forced herself to nod and agree with Chen's words.

Well, it seems I can't avoid this trouble now. I'm now considered an instigator who broke the rules and incited the Superintendent of the Guard Bureau.

[Not Mostima] gave Theresa, his former ally under the table, a deep look before turning his gaze to Wayne.

In her view, Theresa must have been instructed by Wayne to say these things to Chen, or at the very least, hinted at by Wayne! Otherwise, why would a Sarkaz living in Victoria suddenly come to Lungmen and say such troublesome things to a Lungmen policeman?

Did you just say that casually while traveling? Is that just how Theresa is?

Even when making up a lie, you should at least draft it first. Who would believe you if you told it like that?

In that case, it seems Wayne wants to get involved in the mess in Lungmen?

So......

[Not Mostima] suddenly spoke up:

"In that case, Mr. Wayne, you shall decide."

"Everyone here is your person. How about you make the decision?"

Are they all mine?

Wayne's face turned pale, and a bad premonition rose in his heart. Sure enough, the next second, Vina's Lion Claw Kung Fu came unexpectedly from the side.

"Ooh—" Suppressing his pain, Wayne stared wide-eyed at Miss [Not Mostima] with a death stare.

It's not Mostima! What nonsense are you spouting?!

What do you mean, "Everyone here is mine!"? This... this...

Don't we also have Assassin and Exusiai?

Chapter Forty-Four: The Knight of Wayne Protects a Little Kind of Justice

It was noon in the Great Yan Dynasty, at Longmen.

Wayne is facing one of the most difficult decisions of his life. This decision will not only determine his stance in the Lungmen incident, but also involve some personal feelings.

To this, Wayne can only say: I should have kept quiet about this.

Who knew that catching a thief would lead to trouble and cause problems at home?

Under Chen's watchful gaze, Mostima handed the box to Wayne, her face radiating confidence, seemingly certain that Wayne would decide to give it to her. Chen, equally composed, knew that the Guardians outnumbered Penguin Logistics personnel, and while her actions were legitimate, retrieving the box would still be difficult. Rather than risk a conflict with Penguin Logistics, it was better to entrust the box to Wayne and let him decide who to give the safe to.

It's definitely her, Chen Huijie.

Chen Sir was very confident. Not to mention that she and Wayne had been classmates since the Victoria Royal Guard Academy, they had also experienced the Northern Incident together, been trapped in the Earl Vincent's mansion together, survived in the wilderness of the deep forests of the Northern Mountains together, and even made a "knightly pact" to protect each other. Such a friendship forged in adversity was much better than that guy Mostima!

Mostima's confidence was even greater. Although she wasn't with Wayne during the Northern Incident, their relationship had been extraordinary long before that. While she wasn't aware of it at the time, they were, in any case, accomplices—together they had swindled the Lateran Church, deceived the Pope of Sarkaz, and even sent five Popes' musketeers to their deaths. Moreover, she had fought alongside Wayne against the demons afterward. Although she had only been cannon fodder at the beginning and had remained an observer, they were still confidantes sharing many secrets. With such a relationship, why wouldn't Wayne give her the chest at this time?

Although Mostima knew that forcing Wayne to make this choice was somewhat despicable, she and Chen were now locked in a fierce battle. Chen was someone who, once he made up his mind, nothing could sway him, while Mostima was outwardly calm but inwardly stubborn. Neither of them would give in, and the pressure fell on Wayne.

Looking at the combination lock box in his hand, which felt like a hot potato, Wayne's mind started working, and he thought of many things in a short time.

The box was now in his hands, and frankly, Wayne didn't care whether it was given to Mostima or Chen. Both had perfectly valid reasons: Chen wanted to make a change starting now by intervening in the slum kidnapping case, while Mostima had to complete her mission and knew the secrets of the box. From his own sense of justice, Wayne would lean towards giving the box to Chen.

But just to be on the safe side, he asked beforehand:

What's in this box?

Mostima shook his head: "I don't know. Penguin Logistics doesn't open confidential cargo. That's our policy."

Who sent that box?