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He gripped Lappland's wrist, expressionless. "Calm down. Putting aside the question of what would happen if I killed Gambino, the Saluzzo family wouldn't make a move, and no one else would either."

"You're so confident in my father?" Lappland asked coldly. "Do you think you know him better than I do?"

"Well, even if I'm asking for trouble, it has nothing to do with you, right? Or are you worried about Texas?" Anxin waved her hand. "I'll take responsibility for all of this. The others won't lay a hand on Cherlinina out of respect for the Texas family."

He released his grip, and Lappland stood up, watching Anxin come to the bedside, and continued speaking.

“When I provoked him so much yesterday, your father didn’t say a word. That means he was thinking about who was behind me and whether my actions were all instructed by Madame Sicily. That’s why your father didn’t act.”

Do you understand, Lapland?

"Who's behind you?" Lappland paused, staring at the young man's back.

“No, you heard what I said yesterday, don’t you know? Everything I’m doing is based on my own personal ideas.” An Xin turned around.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell my father?” Lappland asked.

“Would you go and tell on us?” An Xin replied, shrugging. “I bet you wouldn’t, Lappland. There’s a kind of confusion and madness in your bones because you can’t find the right path.”

"Follow me, Lappland. From this day forward, I will lead you down a righteous, though thorny, path."

The dark clouds slowly dispersed, and the first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the mist, shining their beams on the young man, giving his golden hair a faint outline.

No one spoke; it was so quiet you could hear the birds chirping outside the window. A faint smile played on his lips.

"Let me ask you this first, you haven't killed anyone before, have you?"

"Oh, this guy? He killed someone, but he spent six months in prison. Wow, that must have been tough."

Lappland laughed, "I killed someone when I was very young. In the family, the earlier you go to prison, the more honorable it is."

The next second, An Xin's smile turned gloomy, mixed with an ambiguous feeling.

"As expected, the Mafia is no good. Lappland, your past life was terrible. Let me teach you a lesson from the beginning."

"You're a minor who committed murder and served six months in jail. I think you still have a chance to reform."

Chapter 82 Investigation

Texas looked at Lappland with a sympathetic gaze. After these two days of getting to know her, she had gained some understanding of Anxin.

He is righteous and fair, intolerant of any wrongdoing. He dares to do what others dare not do, and he dares to kill what others dare not kill.

The fact that Anxin didn't immediately take action against Lappland suggests that she believes Lappland can still be saved.

However, this process of reforming oneself will likely be very strict and probably quite arduous.

However, Lappland was still unaware of this, and while grinning foolishly, she asked Anxin.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

“Let’s start with labor reform.” An Xin tilted her head. “Community service is fine too, I’ll arrange it for you. In short, you’ll have to start learning from scratch.”

"Ah! I'd love to be a cop with you guys, but I'll do whatever you say." Lappland stretched, clearly unaware of what was about to happen.

Texas was dragged to eat by her. After the two finished breakfast, they went to the police station. Anxin simply handed Lappland to a police officer and said to him.

"Have her do community service."

"No, sir, who is this person?" The officer trembled with fear when he saw Lappland, like a mouse seeing a cat.

This is normal.

Lapland still bears the Saluzzo family insignia. No Syracusean is unafraid of the family; they kill indiscriminately and collect protection money.

To put it bluntly, the family was a noble family in Syracuse and acted as the representatives of the Sicilian Madonna.

Are you trying to get this person to do community service?

I'm afraid he won't be the first to die, and then the community won't be able to leave a single survivor.

An Xin smiled and patted his shoulder. "The eldest daughter of the Saluzzo family, what's wrong? Are you scared? Afraid she'll kill you?"

"Yes." The officer bowed his head. No one thought he was ashamed. In Syracuse, bowing to one's family was nothing to be ashamed of.

“Don’t worry, she won’t do that kind of thing,” An Xin said. “Unless she’s not planning to come back with me.”

"Yes, I understand."

The officers still seemed reluctant, but they finally took Lappland away.

"I'm leaving now, don't miss me too much," Lappland said with a grin.

An Xin said expressionlessly, "Don't let me hear you slacking off. You need to earn my trust through your actions."

"It's easy to talk about."

Watching the white-haired girl leave, An Xin looked at Texas and spoke.

"Where's yesterday's information? Today we'll go door-to-door, and find at least ten victims who are willing to take action."

“It’s in the closet in the office,” Texas replied. “I locked the doors and windows yesterday.”

"It's alright, let's go up together."

An Xin led her to the top floor in the elevator. They didn't encounter a single person along the way, and the room door was intact.

But the file is lost.

Texas frowned, turned around, and looked at the blond youth standing in the doorway.

"Teacher, the things are gone."

"That's it? Sigh, it seems our Director has, unsurprisingly, chosen to side with the family."

An Xin walked into the office. "How long will it take to reorganize the data? This time it doesn't need to be so detailed. We just need to know the victim's address."

"Then, no need to tidy up, I've memorized it all." The girl stood by the window, her fair face radiating confidence.

"Heh, it seems their attempt to steal the data was in vain, but we can't let this go like this."

An Xin straightened his police cap, a smile on his face. At that moment, backlit by the light, his smile was somewhat unsettling.

He continued, "Let's go see our Mr. Gambino first; it would be quite a show if he were gone."

Texas remained silent, simply gripping the hilt of her sword, ready to attack for Anxin at any moment.

"Don't be too nervous."

Anxin stepped out and went to the solitary confinement room with Texas, where they searched around.

Sure enough, all the Gambino family members had been released; not a single one remained.

After asking around, it turned out that the bureau chief had indeed placed the person there, so there was no need to doubt it anymore.

He pursed his lips.

If one's strength is too insignificant, should one consider changing one's path?

Syracuse is undoubtedly backward; it's in the hands of the mafia—no, Anxin feels it's more like a collection of warlords.

They were the instruments of violence, the local government, using protection money instead of taxes, loyal to the emperor Madame de Sicily, forming a close alliance of mutual benefit.

Terra is really interesting. I heard that Columbia already has a project to research manned rockets, Rhodes Island is developing a drug for Oripathy, and they have technologies like mobile cities and landships.

However, Syracuse and Ursus still maintain this political system, and I heard that the snowy land of Shelag has just started using small electric heaters and has been isolated from the world for many years.

It seems that every world has regions that need to be liberated.

In its previous life, the Lighthouse had already sent people to the moon, yet South America remained as dilapidated as ever.

Che Guevara led the Republic of Cuba, an experience Anxin could not replicate in South America.

He simply wanted to seek justice for the local residents, but he found himself alone and helpless.

It's ridiculous.

Even this little thing is being prevented.

An Xin took a deep breath and glanced at Texas. "Let's go. It seems difficult for us to accomplish this on our own. We definitely can't catch Gambino. He's probably long gone."

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"First, I need to protect the victims, then I need to go to court. I need to see Lavinia; she's the only one who can possibly help me. I need to beg her to take care of the victims for me."

An Xin put on her coat. "You should wear more too. We can't bring a driver anymore; we'll ride motorcycles."

"Okay, sure." Texas also found a long police overcoat and put it on over herself.

It was quite easy for them to borrow a motorcycle. The reason they rode on one motorcycle was Texas's request, as she thought it would be inconvenient to ride two.

"Take it easy, don't be too nervous." An Xin felt one corner of her trench coat being tightly gripped.

Upon hearing his words, Texas pursed her lips and simply put her arm around An Xin's waist.

The wind blowing in their faces grew stronger, and the motorcycle sped up. Following the place names Texas had mentioned, Anxin displayed superb motorcycle skills along the way. His 15 points of life made him extraordinary, and his reaction speed far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Within the city, An Xin reached her fastest speed, speeding all the way.

However, he was still too slow.

Inside a house, the air reeked of blood. A motorcycle was parked in front of the door, and An Xin gently pushed the slightly ajar door.

"Yah~"