About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"Yes, you have the greatest qualities and courage among this group of people. It seems that you are their leader, right? As a sign of respect, let me make you into a thousand-layer puff pastry."

"Alas--!?"

Lappland placed his sword on the ground and walked towards the other party. Although the latter had been beaten badly, he still tried desperately to distance himself from Lapland after hearing these words.

However, he only moved back a little before hitting the wall again.

"Then, embrace death with a smile~"

“Ugh…!?”

Lappland swung both swords, but stopped just before severing the flesh.

"Passed out? Isn't that too embarrassing? Ha, boring."

Lappland did not kill the other person in the end. In fact, almost everyone in the bar was only seriously injured and disabled.

- If you can, try not to kill people. I'm not a saint or anything, I just hope that you have just walked out of hell and don't have to carry the burden of those dead.

Before the action, Orson said this to Lapland and Texas.

At that time, Lappland laughed at Orson without any hesitation, and asked him "what should we do if someone wants to kill us?"

[I will protect you, and then take that person's life on your behalf.]

Orson's answer left Lappland speechless.

"Tsk, come to think of it, there's no need for me to listen to that little dog. 'A killer who doesn't kill people'? What kind of weird-sounding thing is this? Seriously..."

Lapland rubbed his hair and put away his sword in dissatisfaction. He took out the mobile phone and map from the man who was frightened unconscious, unlocked them and compared them.

After marking the content on the map, Laplander directly used the mobile phone in hand to call Texas.

"Hello? It's lovely Texas. How's the situation over there—ah, it's shut down."

Lapland made a call with a wicked smile, but Texas hung up just as he started the call.

"Are we going to be in a tough fight, Texas?"

Lappland thought with a gloating look, and then headed towards the next destination.

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"Stop, stop this guy...Puff!"

A hidden safe house somewhere in the slums was also experiencing a violent storm.

At this time, Texas, who was not wearing the Penguin Logistics uniform, but a red and black suit, was maneuvering between the enemy groups.

He dodged the crossbow arrow that was aimed at him by leaning sideways, summoned the Originium Sword to pierce the opponent's sleeve into the wall and pin him down, then turned around and summoned another Originium Sword to deflect the incoming crossbow arrow, leaned forward and kicked his legs hard, and shot like a cannonball in front of the enemy who was about to be shot by the crossbow, and swung the Originium Sword to cut the crossbow arrow in his hand into two pieces.

"Brother Tian, Brother Tian--!! Our safe house was smashed! That guy killed all our brothers by himself, and we--"

A gang member who managed to escape from Texas's first round of attack ran to the room on the bottom floor of the safe house and frantically told 'Brother Tian' the information about Texas's attack.

"Calm down! Look at you, you're so embarrassing! There's only one person on the other side, what's there to be afraid of? I smuggled myself all the way from Colombia to Longmen a few days ago because you wimps are so weak! I scared you like this with just one person. Look at this scar on me, I've seen a lot of storms. Just watch me carefully!"

The man called 'Brother Tian' pointed to the scar on his head, then pushed open the door with great dignity, ready to meet the guy who single-handedly destroyed the Sicilian Gang's safe house.

"Hey! You're the one causing this trouble? I... Damn it—Ms. Texas...!?"

The moment the man saw Texas, his entire aura shrank visibly.

Before leaving Syracuse, Texas once made a nearly suicidal act - single-handedly blowing up another underworld landmark building that was once used as the gunman to slaughter his family.

The man called 'Brother Tian' was the survivor of that operation, and the scar on his head was given by Texas.

“I…I, you—you…”

The man began to babble incoherently.

"?"

Texas didn't seem to recognize the other person. She tilted her head slightly in confusion, then walked up to the man.

"Take out your maps and mission plans."

"Okay, okay!"

"Boss? Are you doing this?!"

"Stop talking nonsense! I'm not from the Sicilian Gang. Last week I was a member of the Columbia Brotherhood!"

Faced with Texas's request, the man's face changed instantly and he wanted to hand over his underwear. Without thinking, he gave Texas the information of the Sicilian Gang.

The younger brother next to him wanted to come over to stop him, but he was simply kicked away.

"..."

Texas, who was politely escorted to the door with documents in his hands, shook his tail.

It seems not as difficult as imagined?

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The crackdown on the Sicilian gang in the slums lasted all night.

With the white light of dawn breaking in the sky, this is a night of extraordinary significance for everyone in Longmen and the slums.

Some people enjoyed a grand and magnificent concert that they will never have the chance to see again in their lifetime.

Some people saw the real side of the slums, which they would have never noticed in their entire lives.

Some gangs were completely destroyed after this night.

Of course, there is one last step left——

Orson, Texas, and Lapland met up at dawn. Although the hunting operation lasted all night, everyone's expression was still serious/excited/calm.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, right?"

Orson took out the map and after a night of screening and searching, he found that only a few areas were left without cross marks.

It's time to meet the Godfather.

102. Orson smiles and touches the dog's head (6K5)

In terms of results, this unexpected concert was even better than Orson had originally expected.

The dream band led by the Great Emperor made the entire performance process full of climaxes. At the beginning, the onlookers did not dare to devote themselves to the concert because of the differences in their identities. However, after a few rounds of encores, everyone, regardless of gender, whether they were infected or not, or their identities - all these individual differences disappeared, and everyone gathered together to cheer crazily.

Of course, the concert itself is just a means to attract people. During the intervals of the concert, including the time when the show was about to end, many people saw the so-called slums with their own eyes, without any malicious processing by the media or exaggeration by those with bad intentions around them.

This place is not the "chaotic hell full of fighting and blood" as others say, and the so-called infected people are not "walking disasters that will be attacked as soon as they come into contact."

Those dilapidated, dusty old houses and streets that were full of life, and those people who had just been beside him and cheering on the emperor - it was no big deal, that was all.

Many people feel a little scared when they think back on it.

Many people will think "that's all" when they look back on it.

There are also a small number of people who find that their wallets are missing when they think about it later.

In short, people naturally can't easily eliminate past prejudices. Being able to plant the seeds of mutual understanding this time is already an unattainable success.

"Well done, everyone! This concert has been all over social media right now."

Orson took out his cell phone and opened a few apps at random. The contents on them were almost identical. They were all concert videos recorded from different angles and by different photographers. Naturally, the videos would inevitably include the current situation of the slums and the infected people.

The scope and scale of the dissemination of this video is at a level that Longmen cannot handle in any short period of time.

"Exia and the others have done a great job, so we need to do even better. All the wings of the Sicilian Gang have been cut down, and only their last leader remains. Let's find him and defeat him in one fell swoop."

Orson integrated the maps obtained by the three people from different areas. Although no one knew or was willing to reveal the location of the "Godfather", through reverse inference of these observed locations and the surrounding areas, the other party's range of action could be narrowed down to a certain extent.

"So this is where the guy might be?"

Lappland pointed to the place circled by Orson on the map and asked curiously.

"Well, although I have hardly met this Godfather, but judging from his previous behavior, this is the only possible position."

"Is there anything in this place? If I remember correctly, it should just be an abandoned and blocked underground passage, right?"

While sorting out the condition of the Originium Sword, Texas asked Orson why he was sure that this seemingly deserted place would be the hiding place of the leader of the Sicilian Gang.

"The underground maintenance passage here isn't completely closed off. On the contrary, there's still a road connecting to the city. He might be planning to seize this opportunity to sneak into Longmen and attempt some action."

“……!?” “——”

After hearing the information Orson said, Texas and Lappland's expressions instantly became much more serious. During the previous process of eradicating the remnants of the Sicilian Gang, everyone knew that the "Godfather" was carrying out a new plan.

"Then let's make a quick decision."

After informing the two of the seriousness of the possible consequences of the gaffe, Orson put away the map and prepared to make the final arrangements.

"Wait, Orson. I've heard that your race isn't Luper. But for Lappland and I, when fighting that Wolf Hunter... we might not be able to exert our full strength."

Before setting off, Texas told Orson that he and Lappland might be suppressed by each other in racial terms. Even Lappland just clicked his tongue slightly and did not refute the facts stated by Texas.

"It's okay, trust me, and I trust you too."

After saying this, Orson headed straight towards the target point.

The two wolves looked at each other, their eyes wide open, and finally Lappland spoke first.

"This guy usually teases you like this, so you give it to him for free, Texas? That makes sense."

“…die.”

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"This is it, right? It's an abandoned passage. Look, I'm going to turn it—RUA!"

After everyone arrived at the destination, Lappland rolled up his sleeves and laughed, ready to rush in, but was pulled back by Orson who pinched his neck with a pause.

"What are you doing, puppy!?"

Lappland was immediately furious when Orson dragged her back in such a humiliating way.

"Here you go."

However, before Lappland could make a move, Orson threw something at him and hit him in the face.

"mask?"

"It's a gas mask. The concentration of Originium dust in here is far higher than the dangerous level. To prevent Originium infection, it's best to wear it. And yours, Texas."

Orson threw the other mask to Texas, and then very tactfully did not tell the two dogs that these two masks were left over from the last time he passed by Frost Star.

"I don't need it, you take it." "You use it, Orson."

After taking the mask, the two dogs looked at it for a moment and then threw it back to Orson.

"Don't argue now. Texas, you're not infected, so there's no need to take risks in a place like this. And Lappland, your Originium infection symptoms have been very severe, and we must prevent them from getting worse."

"What about you? Aren't you also infected, little dog?"

"My infection symptoms aren't serious, and you should be aware that my blood... uh, that's it, has an inhibitory effect."

When mentioning [Chimera Blood], Orson and Lappland almost simultaneously remembered the reason why their ill-fated relationship had become what it is now.

"That being said... never mind."

Although Lappland was still a little skeptical, she looked at Orson's smile and did not continue asking questions. She put on the gas mask and went into the connecting passage together.

"It's the traitorous executioner and the lone wolf of the Texas family!!"

"Why did they find this—and who is that guy?"

Not long after entering the abandoned road, surprised voices were heard from the Sicilian Gang members.

"Calm down, Texas, Lapland. The terrain here isn't very suitable for my frequency perception abilities. Don't rush in rashly."

Orson stretched out his hand to stop Lappland who was eager to try and said.

At the same time, a burly man walked out from the remaining remnants of the Sicilian Gang.

"Don't be afraid! Don't let any of them go. They're just two stray dogs and a dwarf—Puff!"

The uncle who looked like a small leader wanted to boost morale and encourage everyone to fight, but as soon as he said the word "dwarf", he was punched to pieces by Rest, who had clenched his fist.