Ark, they don't revolve around you

After this solemn funeral, Syracuse will return to his familiar state.

Guns and laws? No, blood and steel!

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Wreaths surrounded the coffin of Lady Sicily, and men carried the casket.

Agnier watched, retreating silently into a dark room.

"Mr. Zhuang Ning, aren't you going to do anything?"

The person he called was Zhuang Ning, who was rumored to have died.

Zhuang Ning was holding a baby of Rupert in his hands, and was gently teasing the little guy's face with his fingers, looking relaxed and happy.

It was hard to imagine that this monster, who had killed countless people in recent days, would actually smile at Xun.

Hearing Agnier's words, Zhuang Ning raised his eyes slightly: "I have thought about taking action and wiping out those people here."

"But you gave up?"

"Because of my piety." Zhuang Ning said seriously.

Agnier laughed. As a Lateran, this priest had no respect for his own beliefs. "You just think this is boring, right? You prefer to see your enemy fall to the bottom when he is at his most proud."

"Yes, how can people be sad if they are deprived of something without having earned it? It is good only when they enjoy their freedom and think that the future belongs to them but they are all killed."

Zhuang Ning smiled, "But Father Agnir, you actually allowed me to spread rumors in the name of Lady Sicily."

"The lady herself agreed." Agnier said softly, "Besides, I am just an old man. I have done my best. In this case, don't interfere with the choice of young people."

Zhuang Ning nodded, then stood up and looked at the Rupert child who was still sleeping in his arms.

This is what he saw at the scene of the gunfight. His mother was shot dead on the spot, and she was the only one crying.

Zhuang Ning never believed in fate, but he still hugged her.

Now he handed the girl over to Agniel, and before leaving he said seriously: "I want to be the godfather of this little one."

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City Hall, white light shines on shadows that cannot be erased.

Leontuso Bellone looked at the man with fiery red hair in front of him quietly. He was not surprised and just whispered, "You are here after all, Dmitri."

He was the mayor, but he knew the man.

Dmitri, who was once his playmate, now occupies one of the seats of the Twelve Families and holds a high position of power.

Dmitri was silent for a moment, then poured himself a glass of whiskey, the ice cubes clattering in the glass.

He handed it to Leontuso, but Leontuso refused to accept it, saying in a serious tone: “It’s still working hours.”

"It's not working hours, Leon. I'm supposed to be your dog, but now you have to watch me carefully - you may still be the mayor, but you have nothing."

Dmitri's men sighed, "I don't want to kill you, Leon, just announce your resignation tomorrow."

"Dmitri, who are you listening to now?"

"I only follow my own words. Syracuse cannot live without the family, and you would have been a very good head of the family."

Leontuso smiled slightly and put down his official duties for the first time. He was the mayor of Volsini and the young master of Bellone. Demetrius should have been his most loyal subordinate.

"I didn't expect that you would be the one to kill me."

The smile on Demetri's face gradually disappeared: "But this is the rule, dear Leon."

——The body of Leontuso Bellone was found in a gutter. The mayor had no expression on his face when he died.

Texas saw the news in the newspaper.

The dark clouds over Volsiny were deeper than ever before, hovering overhead and looking as if a rainstorm would fall at any moment.

"Ms. Texas, are you in mourning?" a voice came from beside him.

Texas glanced at him silently: "You talk too much, Wallach."

Man… Wallach lowered his eyelids and nodded: “Yes, I shouldn’t say too much.

This Wallach is not a Syracuse, but the leader of the Colombian Mafia.

Once upon a time, Texas's power in Colombia was at its peak, but its rise was as sudden as its fall.

Because of Lady Sicily's order, her family was destroyed, and the one who took over the Texas family inheritance was a girl named Giovanna Rossetti, who chose to surrender to Lady Sicily.

But later, she was betrayed by her subordinate Wallach, who, with the help of Alberto, took control of the Colombian Mafia and still occupied a seat in the Twelve Families of Syracuse.

The betrayal was a scar on him, but Texas didn't care what the man thought.

She looked at the hazy mist and at her suitcase.

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Alberto Saluzzo was at home pondering something.

The question of who would become mayor of Volsini after Leontuso's death was a serious one.

There were files in his hands, and Alberto did not dare to neglect them and read them one by one.

At this moment, he heard the sound of a bell.

The holy bells of a church not far away echoed, followed by the sound of the flawless organ.

The sound is elegant and mighty, like the sound of a huge bell. Even on this rainy day, there are still large flocks of gray crows flying.

Their tails were set on fire, leaving a huge trail of flames in the rain.

The crow had a bad meaning in the eyes of the people of Syracuse, as it was a sign of death, so Alberto Saluzzo closed the window.

Clearly everything was getting better, but he felt a vague sense of uneasiness rising in his heart.

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In the grand church, thousands of candles were lit, and the flames illuminated the walls, making it look like a solemn ceremony.

Zhuang Ning looked at the baby in his arms with an expressionless face. The baby who had survived a great disaster was crying.

Agnier was dressed in red, and his surroundings were filled with baptismal tools.

Syracuse was deeply influenced by the Lateran, including the fact that everyone, whether rich or poor, had to come to the church to be baptized.

At this time, in addition to the child's biological parents, there are often godparents.

Zhuang Ning tried to calm the child down by teasing him with his hands, but somehow the child's crying became louder.

Perhaps it was because he sensed the murderous intent emanating from this man, which was as striking as a needle or lightning.

But no matter how much the child cried, the ceremony had to go on. Agnier, who was always perfunctory, put on a solemn expression when baptizing people.

Zhuang Ning came forward holding the child, and Agnier uttered complicated words.

“Let us pray together, honor the name of the Lord, keep the commandments, and build a great foundation to be worthy of the glory of rebirth.”

Agarwood, ointment, holy salt, and other spices that Zhuang Ning didn't know about were applied to the baby's forehead.

The sound of the organ was so majestic that it seemed as if the Holy Spirit was singing in the sky.

The sound continued to spread through the loudspeakers until it could be clearly felt in every corner of Volsini.

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At this moment, inside the low-key car, Dmitry raised his head slightly and listened to the sound of the organ.

He remembered Leon Tusseau's face. They were once as close as brothers, but they had to kill each other.

He burst into tears and could not help thinking of his sins.

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At this moment, Wallach raised his eyes.

He remembered the determined look in the woman's eyes when he thrust the sword into the leader's abdomen.

The woman named Giovanna Rossetti lived up to the name of Syracuse and drank the brandy despite the severe pain.

He remembered his sins, but instead of crying, he clenched his hands tightly.

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At this moment, kindness appeared in Zhuang Ning's eyes.

He looked at the baby in his arms and said, "Do it."

Then, around the church, countless fire crows flew into the sky.

A huge shadow swept across the rain curtain, like the wrath of a god, and then flames burned in the sky.

This is the flame of Sodom and Gomorrah prepared for sinners and a punishment for the unrighteous!

Everyone here is guilty, and the sinners look up at the crows falling in the sky.

Immersed in this incredible beauty, I didn't notice the dark shadows moving in the darkness.

The mouth of the giant wolf.

It once belonged to Lady Sicily, and eventually ended up in Zhuang Ning's hands.

These are Syracuse’s most elite warriors, and they are the confidence that Lady Sicily can rule Syracuse!

Now, accompanied by Zhuang Ning's insignificant whisper, they swept through every corner of the city!

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inside the car.

Dmitri screamed. As a killer, he had already sensed something was wrong.

The door was welded shut and couldn't be moved.

The driver took off his hood, revealing his gray hair and a pair of burning eyes.

"You, you are not him, who are you...!"

Instinctively fear surged in his heart, and Dmitri roared.

But the girl just shook her head, her eyes innocent, and slowly pulled out the dagger.

"Red is just red."

"And Red is the wolf hunter, and you are the wolf."

She smiled gently, looking both innocent and cute.

She is the dark side of Rhodes Island, with sharp claws and fangs honed to kill traitors. She is also a wolf hunter bred by the beast master of Syracuse.

She approached slowly.

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Wallach heard a click.

The suitcase was broken, and inside it were two swords.