Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 151 The Manuscript in Dispute
"Please explain the specific situation first, and then I will consider it."

Luze didn't immediately grant Charles's request, instead wanting to extract more information from him. How did these two seemingly unrelated terms—gangsters and extraordinary individuals—come together?

"The story begins recently."

Charles began to explain.

It turns out that there's a gang in Backlund called the "Zmanger Party," mostly composed of people from the highlands of the southern continent. They're known for their bravery and ruthlessness, and they don't get along with other gangs. Even Charles's Lehman gang often clashes with the Zmanger Party over territorial disputes and infighting among its members.

However, in recent days, the Zmang Party has become quite docile. The people of the highlands have suddenly fallen silent and no longer fight with other parties.

This is the chaotic East End; when you show any sign of compromise or concession, people will start to push their luck. Several gangs bordering the Zmanger Party began to seize their territory and drive out their members—the Zmanger Party resisted, but throughout it all, their leader, the most capable fighter Meursault, never showed up.

Their leader has disappeared!
It's important to understand that Meursault was an exceptionally skilled fighter, possessing combat abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people. It was precisely because of him that the other gangs were kept in check by the Zmanger Party. Now that Meursault is gone, everyone is taking advantage of the situation, encroaching on the Zmanger Party's territory.

The Lehman Gang was one of them. Initially, although the Zmanger Party also resisted, they were surrounded and attacked by all the gangs, so they did not put much pressure on the Lehman Gang.

"But later, we accidentally snatched a package from them, and these people from the plateau suddenly went crazy."

"It was like we stepped on their balls," Charles said with lingering fear. "They completely ignored the other gangs and abandoned their territory. They chased after us like madmen, demanding that we return our belongings."

"And what does that have to do with this?"

Lu Ze waved the poem in his hand.

It sounds like just a regular gang fight, not enough to attract extraordinary individuals, unless there's something wrong with the package they stole.
"Because those guys were too obsessed with that package, our boss was convinced it contained something valuable and refused to return it to those highlanders, a fight broke out," Charles recalled. "And as the fight went on, a few people with strange abilities appeared."

What started as a mere gang fight escalated into a massive melee after the arrival of the Extraordinary Ones. These Extraordinary Ones seemed to belong to two opposing camps, each clashing with the other. One side was elusive and unpredictable, while the other wore metal masks and exuded an undeniable authority.

—That poem was thrown at a member of the gang by a guy with clown paint on his face during a break in his fight with the masked man.

The Zmang Party chased after the Lehman Gang, who fought back while fleeing with their loot. The Extraordinary Beings on both sides were also fighting, neither side wanting the other to take the loot. In the chaos, many members of the Lehman Gang were injured, and Charles led the wounded to Luzer for treatment.

In other words, the gang has obtained something dangerous, and two extraordinary forces are fighting over it?
Lu Ze summarized the other person's words and nodded thoughtfully.

No wonder there were chaotic noises coming from the southern streets all night; it turns out something like this has happened.

"So, what exactly is in that package?"

he asked directly.

"this."

Charles hesitated.

"How can I decide whether or not to help you if you don't explain yourself clearly?"

Lu Zedao.

“It was a stack of manuscripts, with drawings and notes on them, all messy and we couldn’t understand a thing,” Charles said. “I really don’t know why they care so much about this kind of thing.”

The manuscript is not an extraordinary item.

Lu Ze thought to himself.

While participating in this chaotic battle would be dangerous, the sheer number of extraordinary individuals and the overall disarray might present opportunities for considerable gain. After all, he was already a Sequence 5 extraordinary individual—a semi-mad one, but still capable of protecting himself in the chaos.

Thinking of this, he looked up at Charles, who seemed a little nervous.

"How do you want me to help you?"

"I hope you can protect our safety until we get rid of that thing."

Hearing that Lu Ze was willing to accept, Xia Er breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much, I'll go report to our boss right away." "Knock knock knock!"

Another rapid knocking interrupted him from what he was about to say.

Everyone in the living room looked towards the porch.

The bedroom door opened, and Lu Ze saw his sister come out as well.

"Mr. Charles!"

An anxious voice came from the other side of the door, "We've brought people over!"

"It's Jack and his guys!"

The gang members shouted; they appeared to be other members of the Lehman Brothers.

Lu Ze looked at Charles and saw him walking quickly toward the porch. At the same time, he turned back and explained, "This is one of our people too. When we split up, we gave them your home address."

In other words, the other injured gang members were behind the door.

Lu Ze remained silent, watching as Charles opened the door and led several gang members, each with varying degrees of injury, into the house. These men looked quite disheveled; the most seriously injured among them was even unconscious, his chest a bloody mess.

"Quickly, Mr. Anderson, please treat him as well."

Charles lifted the unconscious man onto the table and then spoke to Luzer.

Lu Ze walked up to the injured person.

His face was deathly pale, and his wounds were extremely deep, though they had stopped bleeding. He was currently keeping his eyes closed, and appeared to be unconscious.

Something's off about this guy.

Lu Ze thought to himself.

He could hear the wounded man's heart beating steadily and powerfully, a sound completely unlike that of an injured person. Even stronger evidence was that his shepherd instincts were kicking in, reminding him that there was a "lamb" he could graze before him.

Is it possible that an extraordinary individual has infiltrated the gang to conduct a covert investigation?

I'll satisfy you.

Lu Ze slowly extended his hand.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of gang members, the doctor, who had just treated several serious injuries, suddenly used his hand as a knife and viciously stabbed the unconscious victim in the heart.

"puff!"

Without the tangible sensation of flesh being pierced, the figure in front of me rapidly flattened, shrank, and finally became a shattered paper doll.

"Mr. Anderson! This, this is..."

Everyone was startled because the situation had changed so rapidly that they couldn't react in time.

"boom!"

The flames from the gas lamps in the apartment suddenly intensified, and with the sound of shattering glass, a figure flashed out from the fire. He was still wearing the gangster's clothes, but the features on his face were rapidly shifting, eventually transforming into a completely different face.

"It's you!"

Charles cried out in alarm. He immediately recognized the man as one of the extraordinary individuals who had been chasing them!
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(End of this chapter)