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"I think Syracuse is in a very bad state now, extremely bad. The government is corrupt and incompetent, and it even needs gangs to maintain order. The Twelve Families have interfered too much."

Texas, the first time I saw you, I felt you were lost and had no ideas. And through your sword, I confirmed that.

"You're only learning to be a Syracuse for the sake of your family, am I wrong?"

Texas pursed her lips.

Having been a police officer for so long, An Xin is quite adept at reading people's expressions.

"So, while you're staying at my house, come help me, Cellina!"

I will give you a new life, new beliefs, and a new path.

"I'm neither a Syracusean nor a Colombian; I hope Syracuse can forge a third path."

Texas's eyes were filled with distrust; her impression of An Xin was that of a dreamer.

A third way?

How to go?

Not to mention Madame Sicily, even the Twelve Families would not allow An Xin to touch their interests.

An Xin smiled and shook her head, "It's normal that you don't trust me, we've only known each other for one day."

In Syracuse, everyone should maintain a basic level of vigilance.

“No, that’s not it,” Texas denied. “I don’t know what path you’re trying to take.”

"Do you know what a republic is? Do you know what democracy is? Do you know Marxist philosophy? Mao Zedong Thought? The New Society?!" An Xin rattled off a string of terms.

Texas was completely dumbfounded.

What are these?

An Xin smiled and said, "I know you don't understand, but I'll tell you slowly. Then you'll know just how unhealthy Syracuse really is."

"Then why do we want to be police officers?" Texas was still puzzled.

"Because I have to start from scratch, I can work in any department, but I'm best at being a police officer."

An Xin spread her hands. "Miss Cellina, I know you have many questions, and I will tell you everything. I am very patient. As long as you watch my actions, I will teach you slowly."

"You can teach me your swordsmanship too?"

"Of course! My teacher is happy to see others learn his swordsmanship."

That's truly surprising.

Texas has moved between many families, but most of them never taught her swordsmanship. To this day, she still uses the Texas family's swordsmanship.

No one has ever been as generous as An Xin, who would teach swordsmanship to someone she had only known for a day.

An Xin smiled and said, "Whatever you want to learn, as long as I can teach you, I will definitely teach you."

"Ah."

“Then let’s go see how our director is doing with the preparations.” An Xin got up, went to the French windows, and looked out at the whole city.

He pushed open the door, and the police chief was waiting for him to come out, holding his clothes and identification.

"What do you think of the name section?"

“My name is An Xin, and her name is Cellina Texas. Just write it down.”

Anxin took the uniform, tossed it to Texas, and then turned to Chief Luther.

"Bring in all the major cases that have been piling up, and take all your belongings away, understand?"

"Yes, yes, I know."

Chief Luther bowed and scraped, feeling that An Xin was the real master of the police station, and he was just a gofer.

Such a thing never happened before.

The other police officers were now in shock, wondering who this blond youth was.

Some people guessed it was a family, but they didn't know which family this young man came from or what position he held that made the bureau chief so respectful.

Anxin and Texas went to the locker room and changed into their police uniforms. He was already used to this outfit and actually felt quite comfortable and at ease in it.

Texas emerged from the locker room, now dressed in a police uniform. Her signature black stockings remained, paired with calf-length boots, creating a unique and stylish look.

An Xin glanced at him again before looking away; he was a married man.

She noticed An Xin's gaze, but felt no aversion to it, because the gaze contained no emotion, like sweeping over a stone, which made her feel comfortable.

"What are we going to do?"

"Let's deal with the case first." An Xin led her back to the office and organized the documents one by one.

Time flew by, and Anxin was busy processing documents while Texas helped her.

Nighttime, police station office.

The incandescent light was a bit dazzling, and Texas was carrying two plates of Syracuse Originium Insect Liver Noodles.

"Is this all we're having for dinner?" An Xin asked.

"Ah."

"Get me ten more servings."

"it is good."

After dinner, in front of everyone, An Xin finally stopped dealing with the documents.

He led Texas downstairs to the police station and asked all the remaining officers.

"Don't mind working overtime, everyone? How about you come with me now?"

No one dared to say a word in front of this new boss. This is Syracuse; if you don't run a family business, you can only rely on the government.

Nobody wants to lose their job, offend a high-ranking member of the family, and be unable to join the family.

That would be a very tragic future.

All the police officers were mobilized.

Anxin sat in the car, taking Texas with her, and headed to the Gambino family.

Along the way, Texas suddenly realized something and asked him about it.

“Mr. An Xin, are you trying to use your police identity to create conflict with your family? Once there is conflict, your family will definitely not surrender obediently, and a conflict will definitely break out. You want to use this to train me? There is no need to call anyone else, I can do it myself.”

"Hmm? Little girl, that's a good idea. How come I didn't think of that?"

An Xin pretended to regret it, but she didn't really care. There were plenty of opportunities like this.

If he wants to forge a new path, countless people will lose their vested interests because of his ideas, and there will certainly be many who want to deal with him.

Texas isn't suited to be an assassin. She should learn from him, absorb everything he has. The future of Syracuse still depends on the people of Syracuse.

After a series of tire screech sounds, police cars surrounded the Gambino family's residence.

An Xin got out of the car with a smile, snapped his fingers, and Texas came to his side and handed him a document filled with written records of the Gambino family's cases over the past ten years.

“Count your sins, Texas. Take men and arrest them all. If they resist, take action.”

"Yes." The girl led her people into the Gambino family compound.

As expected, they resisted. An Xin leaned against the car and looked into the manor.

This mafia gang has no morals whatsoever; faced with a young girl, they actually sent out a dozen members wielding long knives.

Texas drew her sword and easily took on more than a dozen men by herself.

Swordsmanship is like rain, continuous and fine.

As a result, someone hiding in a corner, in Texas's blind spot, launched a sneak attack on her.

Chapter Seventy-Eight Invitation

"clang!"

A crisp, melodious metallic hum reached Texas's ears, and she then noticed that the person who was about to ambush her had already been stopped by An Xin with her longsword.

The blond youth effortlessly twirled his sword, deflecting the attacker's blade.

He said calmly, "I know you. I just finished reading your file. Your name is Gambino Richie, the patriarch of the Gambino family. You have been charged with twelve crimes and are now surrendering. I would consider it good that you have a good attitude."

"Why are you spouting such Syracusan swear words?" Gambino showed no intention of letting go.

Syracuse really is like Italy, even the language is very similar. Luckily, Anxin had the built-in voice assistant given to her during her time travel, otherwise she would have had to learn various languages.

This guy's swordsmanship is on par with Texas's now, so he might be a good target for Texas.

Anxin took a half step back, offered the Gambino to Texas, and said to her.

"Take care of this guy, and I'll take you for dessert later. I'll hold off the rest of you."

"Ah."

Texas said nothing and stepped forward to face Gambino.