About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"Really? Such a big fuss was made just to test the weapon. I thought the Guards were attacked."

"Wuwuwu, I'm so sorry, Officer Chen... Please don't deduct my salary! By the way, Orson, 44% of the kinetic energy was absorbed. The experiment was a success... Wuwuwu."

In the lounge next to the testing area, Xuezhi was both tearful and happy as she apologized to Chen Huijie while announcing the good news to Orson.

"What the heck are you two up to... Is this the sword you confiscated earlier?"

Chen put his hands on his hips and complained quietly, then noticed the sword in Orson's hand. It seemed that this was one of the reasons why he sent him to the police station on his first day at Longmen.

"Well, this sword was made for me by my companion in Casimir, Maria Linguang. Xuezhi helped me upgrade it. We're here today to test its performance. And that... Officer Chen, your clothes..."

Orsen explained to Chen Huijie in detail why he and Xuezhi were here, while keeping his eyes on the floor, not looking at Chen Huijie's clothes which were almost indistinguishable from a swimsuit.

“…!? Wait a minute!”

Chen looked down at his current attire, then immediately went into the dressing room with a blushing face.

Although Chen was only wearing fairly common sportswear at the moment, he looked somewhat strange compared to Xuezhi and Orsen who were wearing their normal clothes.

"Oh, Orson, I heard from my sister that you were doing something... or was it the Reunion Movement? Anyway, when you were in that security organization, you were the second most powerful fighter?"

Chen spoke to Orson through the door of the dressing room as he changed his clothes.

"No... I am a special existence."

Orson, who had been killed by Talulah and Froststar, did not dare to act rashly.

"Special? That sounds interesting. Coincidentally, the testing ground is right next to the Guards' training area. Do you want to try it out with me?"

"Gesture?" "Gesture?"

Snow Pheasant and Orson made a confused sound together.

"Haha... I've actually always wanted to compete with someone strong. Only this way can I improve my abilities faster. Otherwise... I don't know how long it will take me to catch up with that guy."

Chen's tone was a little heavy. After changing her clothes, she walked out of the locker room and looked towards a room in the experimental area. There was a weapon given to her by Wei Yanwu, but she couldn't even draw it out of its sheath - Chi Xiao.

"Is that guy referring to Tallulah?" Orson asked Chen Huijie, while his hands were busy stroking Xiao Ji's hair.

"No, although I rarely beat Tallulah when we played games together before, I'm not referring to this level. It's Wei Yanwu—his swordsmanship can kill me in three moves. Even if I come to train almost every day, the result is just a few moves longer."

Orson frowned after hearing Chen's words, because he heard a hint of impatience in Chen's 'melody'.

Chen wanted to protect Longmen more than anyone else, but she couldn't make a quick breakthrough in her swordsmanship. Ultimately, swordsmanship wasn't something that could be perfected overnight, and Chen's impatience only put her in a vicious cycle.

"I understand, Officer Chen. I don't know how capable Commander Wei is, but if you don't mind, I'll serve as your contact."

As the former acting teacher from the North when Alina fell into a coma, Orson felt he needed to act as a temporary psychological counselor on behalf of Tallulah to help her sister Chen Huijie.

"Don't say that. I can't thank you enough. Being able to fight against the 'Legend of the North' is something that no one in Longmen would dare to even think about... Uh, what did I say wrong?"

Chen was halfway through his speech when he noticed that Orson was squatting with his head in his hands to prevent himself from smoking.

"It's really embarrassing to call me that in front of acquaintances..."

"You guy... forget it."

Chen sighed, then smiled at the boy who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, looking very wretched.

——Just as his sister said, this boy never brags about his past achievements, but instead finds such "praise" and "repeated praise" embarrassing. He himself always appears humble and kind.

——And that’s exactly what I like… No, no, that’s not right! I can’t like Orson, he’s my sister’s…!

His thoughts almost slipped again, so Chen quickly shook his head and tried to find a topic.

"Speaking of which, Orson, don't you have a nickname you like to be called?"

"Well, how about [King of Checheng Comedy]?"

"... Or maybe you should fight me sometime. How about now?"

Chen's affection for Orsen, which was growing to the point of being uncontrollable, was successfully controlled by Orsen.

"Well, Snow Pheasant also wants to collect some actual combat data, right?"

"Is it really possible?!"

The snow pheasant next to it was about to turn on flashing mode with its eyes.

However, just as Orson and Chen finished their fight and were about to go to the training area next door to see who was the leader of the Guard Bureau, a slightly harsh voice came from Orson's pocket.

This is the prompt tone of Penguin Logistics' internal emergency announcement.

Orson immediately took out his phone and opened the screen. On it was a text message from Texas. The content was very concise:

Lapland may be in danger

"...Sorry, Officer Chen, let's talk about the battle next time."

"Hmm? Actually, we can wait until after the dinner. Anyway... Orson?"

Chen was halfway through his words when he suddenly noticed that Orson had disappeared, and Snow Pheasant beside him was shaking his head.

"..."

Chen frowned. She vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the tone of Orson's last words.

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65. To save Lapland, Orson had to...

On the night when Orson's time management failed miserably, in a remote church somewhere in Longmen, where no one was around—

Lapland sat silently on the dim and quiet bench, gently stroking the cover of the prayer book in her hand, while leaning back with her eyes slightly closed.

"Lappy? Why aren't you sleeping yet... Hiccup! What time is it... Hiccup!"

Anderson, the church priest who has been living a life of drunkenness for years, still looks like a slime today. His face is flushed as he crawls towards his bedroom and greets Lappland.

"Ah, I have a bit of insomnia today. You go to sleep first, Father."

Laplande waved at the drunken priest and said. Then she suddenly thought of something and added to the priest leaning on the door handle:

"By the way, Father, I just saw a new bar on the third floor of the Longmen Shopping Center in District 6. Today, all beers, including craft beers, are 10% off."

"Really?! By the Holy Mother Miranda, such an enemy is worth fighting!"

When the priest heard that there was almost free alcohol to be had, he suddenly felt strong again, and ran out again while shouting "AAAAAAAAAAMEN".

Of course, when he crawled to the third floor of the shopping mall and found that there was only a row of maternal and child toys and early childhood education stores, that was another story.

"Cut down on the drinking, Father."

After tricking the priest away, Lappland smiled mischievously. She looked at the pure white statue of the saint in the church, but the face of the young man appeared in her mind.

Although he wanted to grab the hand that was reaching out to him, before he touched the light, the darkness of the past caught up with him first.

"Kick!"

The wooden door of the church was pushed open, and six or seven fully armed killers from the Sicilian Gang rushed into the church and surrounded Lapland in the center.

"Hey, this is a church after all. Is it really okay to come in openly with weapons like this?"

Lappland was not afraid. She asked these people in a mocking manner, but they did not respond at all. They just continued to hold the machetes and crossbows in their hands and aim at Lappland.

"Tsk, how boring—so tell me, why did you come to me? To seek my prayers?"

Lappland put his hands on the back of his head and asked everyone casually. A man in a black suit slowly walked out from behind the crowd.

"Executioner Lappland, you have repeatedly violated the terms of the agreement with the boss. You are also suspected of killing the family messenger. The family has decided to punish you."

The man in a suit carrying a silenced Latland rifle spoke calmly, as if he was not announcing Lapland's death sentence, but a weather forecast.

"What's the deal with the boss? Ha, sorry, did we actually have a deal? I completely—forgot about it!"

Keng! !

Lappland suddenly stood up from his chair, drew out the two swords that had been placed under the bench, and swung them directly at the two thugs closest to him.

"Kill her."

Lappland's sudden resistance seemed to be within the opponent's expectations. The attacked thug stretched out his machete to block, but was still knocked away by the unexpectedly heavy blow.

"Hahaha, let's give it a try then! That's right, after all that useless talk, it's still easiest to just fight with real swords and guns, right?!"

Lappland turned sideways to deflect the incoming crossbow bolt, and with his left hand, he swung his longsword straight through the arm of one of the fighters.

The reason why the silver-white lone wolf appeared in Longmen was due to a "transaction" between Lappland and the Sicilian Gang with Syracuse.

"Kill the 'Last Wolf of the Texas Family' that appears at Lungmen according to intelligence, and you will gain immunity."

This was a deal between Lappland and the Sicilian Gang. Of course, the reason why Lappland took on this task was just to be able to meet Texas again.

And when Lapland noticed that Texas seemed to have really grasped the spider silk and crawled out of the quagmire of his hellish past, Lapland was completely relieved. Now she only hoped that Texas could really get rid of the gang and live as an employee of Penguin Logistics.

"Cough cough!!"

Another thug was kicked away by Lappland while spitting blood. Then she adjusted her center of gravity in mid-air and landed steadily. She stuck the round frame of her peculiarly shaped long sword in the middle of the incoming machete, twisted her palm and pinned it directly to the ground.

"Is that all? Let me have more fun!!"

Lappland roared with laughter, wiping the blood splattered from her cheek and laughing loudly at the remaining thugs.

"You've gone too far, lone wolf."

Just as Lappland was about to fight with the remaining few people again, a black male figure appeared again in front of the church door not far away.

The other party's tone was calm and cold, but when these emotionless words reached Lappland's ears, the latter's hair stood up instantly and every muscle in his body tensed up.

"You... you actually showed up in Longmen. I thought you were hiding in Syracuse, drinking tequila and giving orders on the intercity phone. Haha..."

Lappland gripped the sword tightly in his hand, gritted his teeth at the man who was slowly approaching from a distance, and ignoring the cold sweat that was dripping from his body, he mocked loudly.

"Something has changed at Longmen. I need to eliminate all unknown factors. I think it's worth my personal trip to this city."

The man still responded calmly and indifferently, but Lappland's body had begun to tremble noticeably.

——No wonder there are no Luper guys among this group of thugs... Ha, Texas, you are really grand.

Lappland belatedly looked at the thugs around him, and found that none of them were from the Luper tribe.

Lapland knew very well that the man standing in front of her was the boss of the Sicily family. At the same time, he also had another identity, a "wolf hunter."

Legend has it that they are the most terrifying and ancient killer clan in Syracuse. Because of their special training methods, any Luper clan member who confronts them will be instinctively crushed by the threat of death.

"Since you've brought it to my door, I won't be polite!!"

Lappland forced herself to suppress the most instinctive fear in her heart, and she swung her sword directly to attack the "BOSS".

The BOSS did not dodge or avoid, and did not even look at Lappland.

“Ahem—!”

Lappland didn't even react to what the other party did. She only knew that her neck was tightly clamped by the other party's palm, and then she slammed heavily onto the bench like a chain hammer. The powerful impact even smashed the bench into pieces with Lappland's back.

"Ahem... ahem... haha, where are you from, wrestler?"

Lapland, who was pinned to the ground by the boss and deprived of the ability to breathe, forced out a disdainful smile and opened his mouth to mock the man in front of him in a low voice.

"You won't die for now. You will become my next 'wolf hunter', Lappland."

"What the hell are you talking about..."

Before his consciousness completely dissipated due to oppression and lack of oxygen, Lappland left a mark on a piece of bench debris with his fingernails.

At the last moment before falling into darkness, Lappland once again flashed back to the boy's face.

—Ahh, so that's how it is. Is that idiot the light I want to reach? Ha, you got it right, Texas.

Lappland tried to reach out and use her claws to leave a scar on the man, but her palm only raised halfway before it slipped down again powerlessly.

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"Sorry I'm late, Texas!!"

Back to the present, Orson, who was originally testing the performance of the upgraded knight sword at the Guards Bureau, immediately rushed to the church after receiving a text message from Texas.

"Lappland, why is she... Ugh!"

As soon as Orson arrived at the church, he noticed something strange about it. The benches that were originally neatly arranged were scattered all over the floor in a disorderly manner, and many parts were violently destroyed.

The surrounding walls, and even the statue of the saint in the center of the church, were stained with shocking scarlet blood. Countless crossbow craters and chopping marks could be seen on the surrounding walls and floors.

Perhaps the only thing to be thankful for is that the blood splattered everywhere does not belong to Lappland.

But that was all. The fragments of Lappland's cell phone mixed in with the ruins of the bench and the long sword broken into two pieces thrown in the corner proved that her situation at this moment was not particularly safe.