Arknights? Yesterday's Arknights!!

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Ignoring the system's prompts, the blond youth approached the two men and continued speaking.

"So, just call me brother."

This time, Lappland fell silent; she didn't understand why there were such arrogant people.

If Cherlinina, who hails from Texas, were to encounter any trouble, this person would definitely not be able to protect her.

Just your small family?

If it weren't for Madame Sicily's sake, and the fact that everyone knew his family was practically defunct and didn't care at all, they would have been in no position to care.

But this person...

How can someone be even more arrogant than her?

However, she had a good impression of this very confident young man because he was arrogant enough!

A smile appeared on Lappland's lips.

Texas nodded, said nothing, and walked aside to follow An Xin's instructions.

Seeing her like this, Lappland shrugged, spread her hands, and said.

"Your luggage will be delivered. I hope we can have just as pleasant a meeting next time."

"Thank you."

"Goodbye then." Lappland waved, put her hands behind her back, and left nonchalantly.

Anxin and Texas were left alone in the hall. He coughed lightly to attract the girl's attention.

"I have a question. Although Madame Sicily entrusted me with taking care of you, I don't know what you're supposed to do. Could you tell me what you need me to do for you next?"

"I do not know."

She paused for a moment, then said, “Grandpa asked me to come and see for myself the future of Syracuse and Colombia. He wants me to be trained in Syracuse, so I came.”

"I see. So you've stayed with other families before. What did they ask you to do?" An Xin asked.

"As usual, we train on how to kill."

Texas's response was cold, which seemed out of place with his handsome face.

An Xin frowned.

The little girl has a serious problem.

The Mafia?

He asked, "Are you skilled with a sword?"

"Ah."

"Let's try a different place." An Xin patted her waist, where a longsword and a peach wood sword were hanging.

"it is good."

Are girls these days so sparing with their words?

An Xin fell silent.

In the blink of an eye, we were in the courtyard.

It's June now, and the wind in Syracuse is still cold, but it's not as sharp as the northern tundra, which feels like a knife on your face.

"You attack." An Xin was quite confident in her swordsmanship, after all, she was trained by that grandmaster.

He had no improper thoughts about the girl in front of him; he just felt sorry for her.

As a grassroots police officer, he maintained the most basic empathy.

A young girl is sent to the Mafia by her grandfather and lives under the roof of different families. Her daily training consists of how to kill efficiently.

She's not wrong.

Because that's the kind of education she received.

In An Xin's eyes, Texas was like a tree struggling to survive in a desert where strong winds blow year-round; growing like this was normal.

Now, he wants to change this girl's mindset.

So, the first step is to subdue her.

Throughout history, the primary reason why wolves have been tamed into dogs is that humans are stronger than wolves.

An Xin asked Texas to draw her sword. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

With a flash of sword light, Texas instantly appeared in front of him, taking a lunge stance, and the sword was slashed diagonally from bottom to top and from left to right.

"clang!"

The blade was blocked.

In an instant, Texas unleashed fifteen sword strikes, but each one was blocked by An Xin.

He strolled around as if taking a leisurely walk, blocking all attacks, and with a few counterattacks, Texas was caught off guard and in a panic.

Thirty minutes later, the battle ended.

The match between Anxin and Texas was brief and to be precise, a one-sided affair.

The level seven master, having studied under a grandmaster, steadily suppressed Texas's swordsmanship.

She seemed to only know how to attack, like a wolf, each sword strike aimed precisely at the target, trying to find An Xin's weakness.

However, An Xin's swordsmanship came from that master, and it was flawless and without any weaknesses.

hard to imagine.

He's only at level seven and already so strong under a grandmaster's tutelage. Just how powerful is that grandmaster?

Texas, panting heavily, plunged her sword into the ground, her hands gripping the hilt as she stared at Anxin.

In her view, the blond youth was calm and composed, his Martin boots were spotless, and his trench coat was perfectly wrinkle-free.

Very elegant.

Very respectable.

Very strong.

She's not someone she can beat right now; she was initially worried she might hurt this man.

He smiled and said, "Have you had breakfast? If not, I can have some with you."

"I ate," she replied.

"Is it."

Beat a stick and give a sweet date.

Even if you kill a wolf, you should still give it a bone.

It's okay, there will be another chance.

An Xin sheathed her sword and asked, "Since you've sweated so much, do you want to take a shower and change your clothes?"

Texas remained silent.

She sniffed her collar, still expressionless, then looked up and asked.

Where is the bathroom?

"The second or third floor, let the maid lead you there. I'll wait for you on the first floor. We'll go out for a bit later." An Xin had her plans.

"Okay." She followed the maid to the bathroom. Her luggage had been delivered, and she had a change of clothes.

During this time, An Xin inspected the manor, looking it over from beginning to end.

Besides the small park at the back and the courtyard at the front, the estate also includes a main building and servants' quarters, a parking lot for more than a dozen luxury cars, and a basement filled with liquor.

The main building has three floors. The top floor has the owner's room and study, the second floor has a dance hall and many guest rooms, and the first floor has a restaurant, lobby and other facilities.

Most importantly, An Xin found a box of money in the master bedroom, and Madame Sicily even left him a note telling him to use it as he pleased.

The identity assigned by the game system is the most useful I've ever had; it's unrestricted and even gives me money.

so good.

This was definitely the one I should have chosen.

The first option looks fraught with danger, but I wonder where the third option will lead.

An Xin sipped the coffee brewed by the butler, holding a newspaper ironed flat. With his blond hair, he exuded the air of a noble young master.

What the hell do you mean by elegance!

What do you mean by her being proper?!

Just then, Texas came downstairs and pushed open the door to his room.

"I'm ready."

“Very good.” An Xin put down her newspaper, called a driver, and sat in the back with Texas.

"Where are we going?" she asked.