Arknights? Yesterday's Arknights!!

If what he does in the game benefits the common people even in the slightest, then he can be considered to have done right by his conscience.

He continued, "I want to change Syracuse. This country should not be controlled by the Mafia, who claim that Syracuse has always been this way."

"Just because it's always been this way, does that mean it's right?"

This sentence was deafening, and it stirred Texas's heart.

She realized that this man really wanted to change Syracuse and break free from his family.

crazy.

Really crazy.

If the twelve families heard these words, they would probably surround and annihilate An Xin, turning him to dust.

But she had an impulse in her heart.

What if he can actually do it?

Looking at the young man's face, he always had a smile on his face; confidence and composure were the best words to describe him.

She had no way of verifying An Xin's words, or whether he truly wanted to do something for the people of Syracuse.

Texas decided to observe for a while, and as for the police work, she would treat it as a learning experience.

Regardless of how much of An Xin's skills Texas can learn, that's all thanks to her abilities.

That’s all for today.

After a rainy night, in June, you can smell the earth in Syracuse.

Manor courtyard,

Anxin, dressed in a white shirt and wielding a longsword, fended off Texas's attack.

"No, no."

"Your sword is too weak; you think about killing, but it's hard for you to kill. You're only suitable to be an assassin."

Texas listened calmly to his instructions and learned his swordsmanship.

I just arrived yesterday and started my morning exercise today. It's a pretty typical experience in Texas.

But no one was as generous as An Xin, who casually taught him swordsmanship and even threw in a set of fist techniques as a bonus.

Texas could tell that An Xin was very skilled; he seemed to be very good at teaching, with a thorough understanding of swordsmanship and fist techniques, which even young children could easily learn.

As if sensing her confusion, An Xin explained to her.

"I was a teacher for a few years, so I'm quite good at it."

"Hmm." Texas didn't say anything and continued practicing swordsmanship with him.

Just then, the old butler of the manor came over, looking worried. He wanted to say something but didn't dare to, so he could only stand aside and wait for the practice to end.

An Xin frowned and put down her sword.

"what happened?"

"Sir, someone asked me to give you a letter, and they hope you can take a look."

"Give it to me." An Xin took it. "By the way, prepare more breakfast, I have a good appetite."

The old butler readily agreed and turned to run away, seemingly afraid that An Xin would take her anger out on him.

He looked at the letter's packaging repeatedly, but saw no markings; the sealing wax, however, was very exquisite.

Inside the box was an invitation letter.

[Mr. An Xin is cordially invited to a gathering tonight. Please arrive promptly at 7 PM. — Saluzzo House]

"I thought it was about last night, which angered some people, but it seems it's related to you, Texas." Anxin tossed the letter to her. "You just left the Saluzzo family, right?"

"Well, they probably have no reason to contact me. I think it's related to what happened last night."

A day later, Texas finally became more talkative and continued speaking.

"You were a bit unruly last night."

"Hahaha, that's an interesting point. Why should I follow the family rules? I'm a police officer now." An Xin smiled. "Besides, hasn't this land always been a place where the strong survive?"

Regardless of the methods I used, I defeated the Gambino family. Logically, I'm also a member of the family, and all of the Gambino family's assets should belong to me.

“That’s true,” Texas explained, “but your behavior last night was out of line.”

"Alright, my Miss Cellina, don't worry so much. Someone's treating us to dinner tonight, isn't that a good thing?" An Xin sheathed her longsword back at her waist.

“I hope so,” she said. “What are you planning to do with the Gambino family’s assets?”

"Hmm, first reduce taxes, no, it should be to reduce protection fees, so that farmers can switch to growing grain."

An Xin shrugged. "If I said I wouldn't collect any protection money, these people would probably be even more scared, right?"

I need to gradually change people's perceptions, from accepting less to not accepting at all; it will take some time.

"In due time, there will naturally be a group of people who support me, regardless of their interests or anything else. Whether they can understand what I'm preaching and stand with the people is the only way I can possibly win."

"Standing on the side of the people?" Texas asked, biting into the Pocky Anxin had bought for her yesterday.

"Okay, whatever you understand is fine, we'll put it into practice little by little."

An Xin stretched and said, "Now, go take a shower, eat, and go back to the police station to interrogate the criminals."

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P.S. My old ailment has flared up a bit these past few days; I'm experiencing sciatica from sitting for too long. I'll just have to put it off for now. I'll definitely keep writing, but the word count will probably be around 4,000. I'll write more when I feel a bit better, but my mental state is somewhat numb.

Thanks to Yakumo next door for the spicy snacks, and to all the big shots for their razor blades and votes.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Reprimand

The police station was bathed in sunshine and gentle breeze.

At eight o'clock in the morning, a limousine pulled up in front of the door, and the driver opened the door for the two people.

Anxin and Texas entered the police station one after the other, and the police's reaction today was even more interesting.

A small number of people looked at An Xin with fear, probably because they had heard about what happened yesterday. The police who went with An Xin to arrest people were mostly excited, while some had eyes full of anger. It was obvious that these were people from her family who had infiltrated the group and felt that An Xin was not following the rules.

An Xin didn't speak, and led Texas to the top-floor office. The elevator doors slowly opened, revealing a man with a protruding belly. Police Chief Luther seemed to have been waiting for him.

"An Xin! What did you do yesterday?! Do you even know what you did? Damn it!" Director Luther roared, his face wrinkled with rage, he was trembling yesterday, but today he looked like this.

"What? Which family sent you? You figured out my identity in just one day yesterday? And decided to betray me?" An Xin was not surprised at all.

He waved and continued walking inside. "You didn't let Gambino get away, did you? He'd better confess everything today, and we'll be in court this afternoon."

"No matter whose dog you are, you'd better not interfere in my business, or you'll end up in jail too. And once you're in, do you think you'll ever get out?"

Upon hearing this, the police chief's face turned pale instantly, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Only then did he react.

The dog barks too loudly because its owner is behind it; perhaps it's not worth the owner offending another person.

The power struggle between families was something a mere police chief like him couldn't handle.

He kept his mouth shut.

Texas frowned, following behind An Xin, watching the blond youth's back, and then glancing at the police chief.

She sighed softly.

No wonder An Xin wanted to change Syracuse; it had already come to this.

She really doesn't understand anything.

Texas followed Anxin into the office, watched him sit down at the desk, pick up yesterday's documents, and continue working on them.

Syracuse is not just comprised of twelve families; it also has many branches and smaller families that are closely intertwined, forming the root system of Syracuse.

An Xin wanted to wipe them out in one fell swoop, but that was impossible; the result would be that Syracuse, this great tree, would also be destroyed.

Moreover, he didn't have the ability.

unless.........

The integration movement can be moved here.

Sigh, Anxin thought for a moment, did Talulah say back then that she was going to Colombia or Syracuse?

His expression suddenly became a little strange.

Maybe, once the game is over, he'll immediately go back to Talulah, and this might actually work out.

An Xin tapped the table with the tip of her pen to banish the thought. After finishing the documents, the next step was the interrogation.

He was very familiar with the process: once the interrogation ended, the case was transferred to the court for a first trial, a second trial, and then imprisonment.

However, that all happened before I traveled through time.

Anxin put down her pen and asked Texas, "Do you know anything about the courts?"

"I don't know much about it."