Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

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"I think all the gangs in Bottomhive should unite and defeat the Night Haunter!"

Gang boss Artur gave an impassioned speech, but few responded.

Hundreds of gang leaders brought their second-in-command and their guards to attend the joint meeting. Although it was inevitable to take some small risks along the way, these gang bosses would rather take the risk than let the second-in-command stay alone in the gang or come to the meeting alone.

The Di Niu gang rarely has a family-style inheritance, because many people get to the top by killing the gang boss, so they will also be wary of the second-in-command after they get to the top.

If all the people who came were second-in-command, they would actively respond to Arthur because they wanted to rebel.

But because all the people who came were gang leaders and none of them would submit to anyone else, it was difficult for them to reach a consensus.

"I know what you're thinking, but the Midnight Haunter has already wiped out half of the gangs in the Underhive. If we don't unite and resist now, are we going to have to wait for the Midnight Haunter to devour us one by one?"

There is still no response from the gang leaders of Arthur. They understand the principle of "lips and teeth are interdependent", but the lips are not dead yet, right?

"I'm in favor of a coalition, but who will lead it? Who will command it?"

"Of course it's Boss Artur!"

"Why? Your Atul Gang is not as powerful as our Jawa Gang. Why should we listen to you?"

"That's right, even if there is a leader, it should be our Tex boss!"

"Who the hell is Tex? Do you think you're qualified to command our boss?"

Before the gang leader could even open his mouth, the second-in-command started arguing, eager to show his loyalty to his boss.

Arthur narrowed his eyes and memorized the faces of those people who had just shouted that he was unworthy.

After everyone else had expressed their opinions, Arthur said slowly, "I know you all disagree with me, but have you ever thought about why I'm the one holding this meeting?"

The crowd quieted down and waited quietly for Arthur to speak next.

"Because I asked him to drive it."

The crowd parted to the sides, making way for the young man who walked in with awe in their eyes.

He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, had an extraordinary demeanor, a handsome face, and exuded a fragrance that was incompatible with the surrounding stench.

He is a true aristocrat.

Nostramo is a gangster world.

In other hive worlds, the bottom nest is usually ruled by gangs of all sizes because the upper-level masters do not care about the public security of the bottom nest.

But in Nostramo, from the upper aristocratic areas to the lowest dark alleys, every inch of land here is someone's capital, someone's territory and hunting park.

The bottom nest is ruled by gangs, and the lower and upper nests are also ruled by gangs. These gangs, big and small, are dependent on each other and loyal to the nobles at the top of the tower.

The nobles of the spire rule all aspects of the hive, and they will not ignore the bottom hive like other hives do.

Instead, they would send their young offspring to the gangs of the Lower Nest and the Bottom Nest, and only those who survived the fighting would be qualified to inherit their family.

If they died in the bottom nest, the nobles would say they didn't care about their deaths, but the people and gangs who killed the nobles would always disappear inexplicably.

This is not revenge, it's just that the nobles do not allow anyone to challenge their majesty.

Ignorant scavengers would kill a noble for a bite of food, and gang members would drag these nobles into dark alleys to enjoy them because they coveted their beauty.

But the high-ranking gang bosses dared not touch a hair of the nobles because they knew how terrifying the nobles were.

"Artur is not qualified to lead you."

Arthur smiled awkwardly and didn't dare to refute.

The other gang bosses always knew a noble was here, they just didn't know who he was.

"I am the one who will lead you," the young man continued. "Those ignorant mortals who seek to overthrow Quintus's order dare to resist us. You, the people of the Underhive, don't have the guts to do that."

The gang bosses bowed their heads like quails to show their submission to the young people.

The young man said, “Someone is leading them, just as I am leading you.”

"Who is it?" someone asked in the darkness.

A cruel smile appeared on the young man's handsome face: "Dorothy."

Chapter 23 Justice

The gang leaders collectively looked at the man who asked the question. He was a pale giant.

They admired his courage in asking questions of a nobleman.

They also felt pity for the gang leader who brought him here, as he had such a reckless subordinate.

But they didn't realize that everyone's eyes were full of pity and no one knew who brought him.

"Dorothy?" the pale giant seemed surprised.

"Have you heard of this name?" asked the young nobleman.

The pale giant said, "I heard she was a teacher, teaching the Blood Claws' children to read and write."

The young noble sneered, "It seems we've found the source of this rebellion. My foolish sister is truly delusional, actually attempting to fight the entire world on her own."

"Is she your sister?" asked the pale giant.

The young noble frowned. The people of the Dichao are just ignorant. Is this what you should ask?

Dorothy was his sister, from the same father and mother.

A few years ago, Dorothy and other newly adult noble heirs were sent to the Bottom Nest for trials.

If they return to the top of the tower, they can become the true heirs of the family.

If they died in the bottom nest, no one would care.

But Dorothy chose the third way. Her sister, who had become stupid from reading too much, actually chose to stay in the Bottom Nest and teach these untouchables in the Bottom Nest to read and write, because she believed what she saw in books rather than what her parents taught her.

She was a disgrace to her family and had been the laughing stock of the other nobles for years.

The only reason she was still alive was because his parents wanted him to end the shame himself and kill his sister with his own hands.

But just killing her off like that was a bit too monotonous.

The young nobleman thought of a more interesting method. Doesn’t Dorothy believe in the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature?

Then he would destroy her hope with his own hands, let the children she had educated and protected rape her, and then let those children eat her flesh and blood with knives, letting her die in despair and pain!

The thought of this made the young noble tremble with excitement. He couldn't wait to see the desperate numb expression on his sister's beautiful face.

The young noble asked, "What is your name?"

"Conrad Curze," said the pale giant.

No one knew him. The gang only knew Midnight Haunter, and no one knew who Coze was.

The young noble smiled and said, "I admire you for having the courage to ask me this question."

The gang leaders looked envious, as if this young man was on the verge of success.

The young noble continued, "But a Bottomnest person shouldn't have such courage, nor should they know Dorothy. You are Dorothy's student, right?"

Coz nodded, Dorothy did teach him something.

Although he understood those principles more deeply than Dorothy, he still regarded Dorothy as his teacher.

She is a truly good person, a white lotus growing in filth and mud.

"I'll give you a chance," the young noble said slowly. "Die here, or take us to find her. My sister may be foolish, but she's beautiful, isn't she? You people of the Underhive have never seen such a beautiful woman in your lives, right? If you pledge allegiance to me, I can give you a chance to defile her."

The young nobleman smiled happily. He actually went to such lengths for Dorothy that he broke in here alone to gather intelligence.

The young man must have admired his sister and believed her foolish theories.

If she let him force her, she would become even more desperate!

If that wasn't enough, he could get those dirty scavengers involved, even gang bosses, so he could have some fun himself, until she was desperate.

Curze: "I can smell the sin in you, more than in all the others combined."

"It's useless even if you flatter me now," the young noble said. "Choose now. It's a bright future or a meaningless death."

"I choose light," Coze said.

The young noble smiled: "The right choice."

"You are right," Curze said, his voice echoing from behind the young noble. "My justice is undeniable, and you have made me even more convinced that this city needs justice."

The shards slit his throat, the necks of the nobles of the spire and the filthy mutants of the bottom nest were all equally soft.

This nobleman may have received a good education and genetic enhancement. His physical fitness is several times that of the bottom nest people. He can kill several gang members with rich fighting experience with his bare hands.

But killing him would be as easy for Curze as crushing an ant; he wouldn't bother to tell which ant was stronger.

"Hiccup!"

The young nobleman covered his neck with his hands, his handsome features twisted in pain.

Coz gave him a light push and he fell down.

"kill him!"

The gang leaders were angry and anxious, and they pulled out their guns and shot at Koz.

The death of a nobleman before their eyes would bring them calamity.

Now they only hope to kill the murderer and use his body to beg for forgiveness from the nobles, so that there may be a glimmer of hope.

Coze deliberately stayed for a long time to lure them into firing at him, and then the people opposite them fell in large numbers under each other's indiscriminate shooting.

No bullet or laser could hit Curze, but his cape was inevitably tattered in the battle.

Dorothy and the other children had made it for him when they heard about Batman and decided to make him a cape too.

It was beaten into a honeycomb during the battle and stained red with blood. The coagulated blood made it wrinkled and squeezed into a ball.

Coates didn't like it very much because Woppe had no part in sewing it.

Thousands of corpses lay in a pool of blood. The strong smell of blood crushed the fighting spirit of the remaining people. They knelt on the ground and begged Koz for mercy.

"Please, spare me. I have a child who is waiting for me at home."

"Your child is a born evil man. He is beyond redemption. I will send him to you soon."

Koz slit their throats one by one without mercy. He could see the future of these people, more than one future, but in all the futures he saw, these people were scum until their death, and their deaths were not worth regrets.

Children have the most potential for the future, but not all children are worthy of Coze giving them a chance.

"Leave no one behind?" Wop looked troubled.

"You should leave a few people alive and find out the situation on the upper level first."

Koz can see the future and he knows very well what the upper class is like. This city ruled by scum is only filled with scum.

But Wop was always right. He only saw fragments of the future, and he should have left some alive.

Koz nodded: "I remember, next time I will remember to leave him alive."

Chapter 24 Are you afraid?

Sevastata led a team into the camp and exchanged fire with the gang boss's guards in the dark.

The young children are all very brave and their blood is still hot.

But the gang members are numerous and extremely vicious. Even if Midnight Haunter can win, many people will die, which will seriously undermine the foundation laid by Coze.

So he chose the safest tactic.

Sevatar and his men don't need to face all the enemies. They just need to capture and guard the gate and prevent anyone from escaping from this purgatory.

Curze would hunt in the darkness, and the gangs would be driven in fear to the gates, only to run headlong into the Night Haunter's defenses, leaving corpses strewn across the ground in a rain of death.

Their boss is dead, they have no command, and everyone is just thinking about escaping.

If someone tries to command others to attack the Night Haunter's defense line, Curze will give priority to hunting these smart people. His killing efficiency is higher than that of all others combined.

Then the war was over.

Vic fell to the ground, blood oozing from his mouth.

He bravely stopped a group of thugs who were about to break through the first line of defense and killed many of them with his laser gun.