A man in the ark was forced to become a king

"Time will bring the answer, just wait."

Lin Lu smiled and shook her head, knowing that this transformation could not be completed overnight.

He touched his pocket and took out a gorgeous invitation.

"A penguin gave me this, an invitation to the Ursus Ice and Snow Music Festival. He didn't plan to go, so he gave me an advantage. How about it? Are you interested in joining us? Let the four of us go shopping together?"

"This... Ursus?"

The sudden change of topic made Theresia stunned for a moment before she reacted. She hesitated, and finally shook her head and said: "Usas... my identity is not easy to pass, and it will cause unnecessary trouble."

She didn't object to going out for a walk with Lin Lu. She was planning to change slowly anyway, so there was no need to really be entangled like a little girl.

However, if she goes to Ursus, it will involve too many things, which will not be a good thing for Kazdaele and the Golden Tree. If something unexpected happens, it will involve diplomatic issues between the two countries.

"That's settled then."

After stuffing the invitation into her pocket, Lin Lu stepped forward and skillfully put her arm around Theresia's shoulders.

"That kind of thing doesn't matter. Sometimes you have to learn to do as you please, and life will be much easier. Don't worry, since I said so, there will naturally be ways to solve the trouble."

"...I always feel that your solution may not be reliable."

'As expected...it's hard to get used to it...'

The sudden close contact made Theresia feel a surge of heat again, but she did not break away.

She lowered her head slightly and changed the topic to alleviate her strangeness. At the same time, she convinced herself in her heart that it was just this level of physical contact and there was no need to react too much.

"Did I come at the wrong time?"

Suddenly, the light in the yard brightened for a moment, and then dimmed immediately. The golden branches and leaves swayed. Melina stepped out of the glow, opened her one eye and blinked twice, looking at the two people stuck together. His eyes were full of smiles.

"No, you're here just in time!"

Lin Lu opened her arms and was very shameless. She didn't panic at all. Instead, she waved her hand towards Melina and invited her to come over for a hug.

Of course the result was not as expected.

Melina rolled her eyes and opened her palms as she walked. A faint dark yellow light fell from the crown of the golden tree and landed right on her palm.

"A blessing connected to the golden tree suddenly became active. Normal blessings should not have this function. What did you do to him at that time? The distance was quite far, and there was no way to accurately locate it. According to the specific circumstances, it can only be seen that it is Rupert.”

"Ruper? Far away?"

Lin Lu was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered who it was after thinking carefully.

Among the blessings he distributed, the only one who had been tampered with and met the conditions was the very unlucky young man from Syracuse, Dasimi?

Chapter 2 The End of the White Wolf

"Homan, what happened to the white wolf?"

In an office dominated by dark red tones, Daximi glanced sideways at the brown-haired Luper who was standing respectfully beside her. She gently shook the delicate wine glass and watched the wine inside rise and fall, leaving traces on the wall of the glass. There are shallow traces on the bottom.

"She is still being hunted, but with our people providing a secret route, there should be no problem. After all, she is..."

Homan lowered his head a little lower and answered respectfully, but he didn't finish what he said, and he didn't need to finish what he said.

The White Wolf Killer has a very good reputation in Syracuse, although it is not a good reputation.

However, as a killer, few people can reach the same height as her. Even some small families avoid her sharpness. Even without their help, it is estimated that it will not be a big deal. At most, it will be a little embarrassing. Seriously injured or killed.

"That's good. If you have a chance, get in touch with her. This time it's not that simple. Let's go down."

Daximi snorted and waved her hands impatiently.

"Yes."

The Syracuse gang has a strict hierarchy. Daximi has been promoted step by step since returning from Longmen. Now he is a favorite in the eyes of the second boss. He is also famous for being moody. Homan did not dare to ask more questions. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief and was busy. Out the door.

Daximi was the only one left in the entire office, and through the giant glass windows on the wall, one could see the feasting on the dance floor below.

"Strength... is so good."

After finishing the red wine in the glass, Daximi narrowed her eyes, a bit of frenzy and intoxication appeared on her face, and sighed quietly.

Power is indeed a good thing.

Who would have thought that he lost so many people at Longmen and messed up the mission. After he came back, not only was he not dealt with, but he was appreciated by the second boss of the Lucchese family, and he officially became a partner of the Lucchese family. internal staff, and was also arranged to be able to take charge of a team by himself, which was something he had only dreamed of before.

What is a partner?

That's a fart!

They are consumables in the eyes of the big shots in the family, garbage that can be thrown away at will, a pug that begs for mercy, comes and goes when called, may throw you a few bones when you need it, but no longer needs it, or it is a crime. Whoever is taboo will be thrown into the sewer without even being able to see the sun the next day, where it will rot and stink.

They are also in charge of a team. The power and status of the team leader within the family are much higher than that of the partners. It can even be said that they have a little say. Although it is not much, it is still there.

Just like now, he can sit on the second floor of the bar, drink red wine leisurely and give orders, and someone will naturally get things done below. However, those former partners still don't know where to hide in the corner. The quality of life makes a world of difference when it comes to wounds.

And all of this was given by that man who was like a god!

Yes, gods.

Recalling that scene again, Daximi's eyes not only lacked any hatred, but were filled with enthusiasm and reverence.

It was that golden light that made him what he is today!

Any nightmare that kills companions, any nightmare that brings humiliation...it's all bullshit!

As long as it can give him strength, that is his god!

Every time he kills a person, the power inside his body will grow stronger... Daximi has never had such a wonderful experience.

It just so happens that in a place like Syracuse, human life is the least valuable thing.

New families are born every moment, old families are destroyed, there are countless corpses floating in the sewers, and the roads are stained with blood every day.

Syracuse is such a place.

There is no unified political system, no national and legal constraints. The rules set by the family are the iron laws that everyone must abide by. Killing and being killed, blood and death are the main themes here, and this has been true from ancient times to the present.

You can become stronger by killing people. There is nothing more suitable for gangsters and the power of Syracuse, at least that's what Dashmi thinks.

He could feel that every time someone died under the sword, the great distant existence would inject power into his body. The wonderful taste was simply addictive.

Of course he knew who it was, and he was full of respect for that great being.

Relying on this gift, he killed enemies and opponents he had once been unable to defeat, and reached his current position, and he could even climb higher!

As long as the strength continues to increase, maybe... the top positions in the family are not out of reach...

The premise is that this gift always exists.

After getting it, he is even more afraid of losing it. It can be given, and of course it can be taken back. Daximi knows that he cannot lose the power called 'blessing', so he must do his best to do his best and please the great man as much as possible. The presence.

Killing his enemies and sacrificing them is the only way he can get in touch with them.

This was indeed the case before today.

However, after today, Daximi found another way, and he found traces of the black wolf companion.

Back in Longmen, the Lord personally protected Hei Lang. There must be a relationship between the two. Even if there wasn't before, there must have been after that time. So, can helping Hei Lang's companion please that person? grown ups?

Dashmi didn't know, but he decided to give it a try.

Although helping White Wolf might not result in praise, if he left it alone, it might arouse that person's dissatisfaction. No matter how slim the odds were, he would not dare to gamble.

So without much thought, he sent his men to provide a secret route to Bai Lang to help her get rid of the pursuit, and also planned to invite her to come and sit down.

The person who was chasing the White Wolf had nothing to do with the Lucchese family. All the family leaders saw were the descendants of the Texas family. As for the White Wolf...it was just a knife, no one would take it seriously.

Therefore, Daximi is not worried about the consequences of doing so. Those who are chasing the white wolf are from small and medium-sized families, and they are not worth caring about.

This city is the territory of the Lucchese family, and no one dares to challenge them here.

However, maybe this is not enough.

Daximi stared at the dance floor below for a while, and suddenly thought that if the white wolf could be forced to run away, there might be something wrong with her pursuers, but just providing a secret route might not be enough.

"No, I have to go and see for myself."

After tugging on the tie around his neck, Daximi casually picked up the weapon placed on the desk, licked his lips, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He plans to do this matter beautifully. What if he has the opportunity to claim credit in the future and catch the eyes of that adult?

But there can't be any accidents, not at all.

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"Tsk, these bastards."

In the dark alley, bright red blood mixed with dust drew twisted traces on the ground. The girl cursed in a low voice and shook the blood off the sword blade.

The bright red color was printed on her black windbreaker, and even her white hair was stained a lot, making her look very embarrassed.

As the body moved, traces of cuts appeared from the surface of the windbreaker, and fair skin and... wounds could be vaguely seen.

The blood on the ground is still flowing, both from her enemies and from her own.

The difference was that the owner of most of the bloodstains was now lying on the ground as a cold corpse, while she was still standing.

Which batch of killers is this?

Lapland gasped slightly and tried to recall, but in the end he could not come up with a definite answer.

The two cities are hundreds of kilometers apart, and the killers they encountered along the way have long been countless. The only thing that can be confirmed is that those people have not given up yet.

Didn't he just kill their BOSS?

A little-known shabby family, Lapland didn't think it was a big deal when he took action.

There are at least hundreds of families of that level in Syracuse, and they may be wiped out one day. Even if they kill their boss, at most they will just add a sum to the reward on the black market. That kind of Lapland didn't even bother to think about it.

There are so many people offering bounties to her that they don't care about a few more.

But things went against expectations, and the trouble caused by this attack was far beyond imagination. For some reason, the people of that family seemed to be going crazy and chased her, one after another, with a completely unrelenting attitude.

This kind of behavior is simply abnormal in a place like Syracuse.

They are all gangsters, how can they have any real feelings?

When a boss dies, others will naturally take over. Maybe there are people in the family who have been waiting for this opportunity. In the end, the revenge against the murderer is basically to issue a reward and send a few cannon fodder, that's about it.

In Syracuse, such trivial matters were not even worthy of making the news.

But what's the point of chasing him down like he's risking his life?How many people came here and how many people died?

Lapland felt that his weapon was a bit curled when he cut people, but the pursuit behind him showed no signs of calming down, and instead intensified.

Faced with such a lunatic opponent, even the notorious White Wolf Killer couldn't stand it anymore.

After all, humans are still made of flesh, not machines. Besides, even machines sometimes break down and need to be repaired.

After more than ten days of continuous pursuit, they pressed forward step by step, with basically no time to rest and no way to obtain supplies. Even Lapland himself knew how much luck was involved in being able to persist until now.

If this continues, she may not be able to withstand it for a few more times.

In fact, if someone hadn't provided her with a map of the city's sewers, she would have died in the siege this morning.

There might be a miracle, but Lapland never expected anything like that.

"I wonder where Texas is now and how he is doing..."

Sitting down against the wall with great effort, while recovering his strength, Lapland couldn't help but think of his only friend in Syracuse, or should I say, ex-friend?

They were once lone wolves who hugged each other for warmth, close friends who could support each other.

What is the relationship after parting ways?

Lapland couldn't think clearly. At least she still considered Texas a friend and had no intention of giving up. She would definitely look for him if she had the opportunity in the future to see if she had found the life she wanted and whether she still remembered it. An old friend of Syracuse.

But...she may not have a chance.

Leaning against the cold and damp wall, the smell of blood filling the air penetrated your nose, making you feel a little nauseous.

With no supplies, no rest, and the already serious ore disease, Lapland felt that he was almost going to die here. Fortunately, before he died, he killed so many people on the other side and took away many people who were behind him. I can bring a few more later.

Although they are all minions, the quality is not enough, and the quantity is the same, so she is not at a loss.

"coming!"

The narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and the wolf's ears were very keen. The white wolf girl, who was thinking wildly, easily detected the undisguised footsteps coming from far and near, and immediately knew that those madmen were catching up again.

After living in Syracuse for so long, this was the first time she saw a lunatic who looked more like a lunatic than she did. They had no tactics or plans. They just rushed up in a swarm and filled it with their lives until it was full.