Man on the ark, forced to become king

And they did.

"Ouch~ That really hurts, Texas. I wish I could see you again..."

The pain from the wounds on her body went deep into her bones. No matter how accustomed a warrior is to battle, he cannot be completely immune to it. All Lappland could do was to muster her strength and squeeze out the last bit of power from her exhausted body, and then try to take a few more people away in the next battle.

She even felt the scene before her eyes begin to blur and double. Her body, exhausted and suffering from excessive blood loss, made the weapon she used to wield so easily incredibly heavy, and she could barely lift it.

But it can still kill.

Even when a wolf reaches its end, its spirit remains.

If possible, the white wolf girl hoped her magic could take away someone of sufficient weight.

Her eyes were fixed on the alley entrance, trying to see which unlucky guy rushed in first.

However, the chaotic footsteps stopped abruptly, followed by faint cries of pain and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. A faint, fresh smell of blood drifted through the air. Lappland recognized the sound; it was the sound of corpses falling to the ground. She could even imagine the postures of those people as they died.

The assassins chasing her were stopped?

Could it be that a miracle really does happen to someone like her?

Snapped!

A severed arm swept through the air, leaving a twisted mark on the ground. Footsteps approached, and first appeared a pair of gleaming leather shoes, which gently kicked the severed arm aside.

A blond man in a suit and tie appeared, stepping through the bloodstains, leaving clear footprints. Blood dripped down the two blades in his hands, blooming into colorful spots.

Lappland's body was taut to its limit. Her hand gripped the hilt of the sword with force, squeezing out the power of the Originium, which flowed through her withered body and eventually climbed up the blade through her arm, ready to strike.

Wolf Soul, her proudest spell, can still unleash power capable of cutting through steel even when she is completely exhausted.

"Hello, Miss White Wolf, I am Dasmi, and I extend my greetings to you on behalf of my great master and Miss Texas."

Under her gaze, the well-dressed blond man gracefully bowed and said this.

Chapter 3: Lapland: Has Texas found a sugar daddy?

Representing...the great master?

And...Miss Texas?

Lappland was stunned; her drowsy mind suddenly became active again, working at lightning speed.

For no apparent reason, she had a very absurd guess—was that guy from Texas having an affair with a rich man?

Putting these two words together really makes it hard not to have a suggestive meaning!

No, that's not right...

The Syracuse gangs are extremely xenophobic. Even if they fight tooth and nail among themselves, they will not easily allow outside forces to interfere. It can be said that without someone of sufficient status to introduce them, outsiders will find it extremely difficult to get anything done in the gangs.

The blonde woman in front of her is quite strong, probably about the same as her in her prime. Such a person would be considered a backbone force in any large family, and not just anyone could command her.

The person who could be addressed so respectfully as 'Master' must be at least a high-ranking figure or important person within one of the twelve families—a level that outsiders rarely have access to.

In other words... Texas may not have left Syracuse, but instead connected with some powerful family.

It's important to know that neither of them has a clean past, especially Texas, who has a huge problem behind her. The fact that a family would specifically send people to help another big problem for her can't possibly be because of that guy's strength.

The Twin Wolves are a well-known name in Syracuse's black market, but in reality, they're just so-so. Plus, given their past experiences, what real value do they have?

After thinking it over, the only thing I can say for sure is that I'm good-looking.

Could it be that……

Did that Texas guy become a concubine of some powerful family member?

Although it's hard to imagine Texas doing such a thing, Lappland has seen similar things many times in Syracuse, so it's not impossible when you think about it carefully.

After all, people change.

Given Texas's state of mind when she left, it's really hard to say what she'll do next...

No, not possible!

The white wolf girl shook her head violently, tearing the absurd thoughts in her mind to shreds.

Texas couldn't do that, that's her Texas! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

She would never accept that reality!

“Miss Lappland, my men have already warned those people, but they probably won’t give up. If you don’t mind, you can stay at my place for a few days. In a city like this, the Lucchese family still has some influence.”

Dasmi smiled and invited him, secretly relieved.

Fortunately, he had a sudden realization that arranging for his subordinates was not reliable enough, so he came over in person; otherwise, something unexpected might have really happened.

If the white wolf dies here, and if the Texas family's wolf cub really has a relationship with that person, he won't be able to explain it when questioned later.

In such matters, one should either not get involved and pretend not to see it, or if one does get involved, one must do it well, otherwise it is dereliction of duty, and not only will there be no benefit, but it may also incur the displeasure of that person.

We must be extremely careful around such beings, seeking not to achieve anything, but simply to avoid making mistakes.

Fortunately, he arrived in time and even killed the scum who were chasing her right in front of the white wolf, so the favor was finally settled.

If we take her to a safe place and protect her, and then try to contact that person again, we might be able to get a reward?

He wasn't greedy; he just wanted to show his face in front of the adults and become familiar with them.

"...You're from the Luches family?"

Lappland pursed her lips, her grip on the sword never loosening, her entire being resembling a lone wolf at the end of its rope, utterly vigilant.

In a place like Syracuse, trust is the most precious thing. Even the person who saved you one second might turn around and stab you in the heart the next.

As an assassin, she never trusted anyone except Texas.

"Yes."

Dasmi sheathed his twin swords, raised his hands slightly to indicate that he meant no harm, and then slowly approached to make himself appear more harmless.

He truly meant no harm and had no designs on the white wolf.

In fact, the white wolf is not important in this matter. What matters is the attitude of that person. It would have been the same if it were any other gray wolf, red wolf, or anything else.

“Although I’m just a squad leader, those people don’t dare to come to my territory and kill people in the Luches family’s territory. Come with me, and you’ll be safe.”

When the assassins were mentioned, a hint of disdain flashed in Dassimi's eyes. He didn't take them seriously at all. A mere second-rate family with no reputation wasn't qualified to swagger around on Lucches's territory. If they knew what was good for them, they would have to tuck their tails between their legs and leave, or they might as well keep their lives. If they really dared to do something... the city's sewers could hold any number of corpses.

"What's going on with Texas? Did she join the Lucchese family too?"

"No, Miss Texas isn't here. She should be in Lungmen right now. And the master I'm talking about isn't from the Lucches family either. We can talk about this on the way."

Dasmi showed unusual patience toward Lappland. As he spoke, he reached out to support the swaying white wolf girl, but was glared at instead.

"I can walk by myself. I'll remember this favor."

Whether it's Texas or someone else, Lappland has never been someone who needs charity or pity.

She took a deep breath, stood up unsteadily, and forced herself to take a step.

"Of course, Homan, bring the car over here!"

Dasmi nodded with a smile. Not long after, a black sedan stopped at the alley entrance, picked up the two of them, and drove away, leaving behind a pile of dismembered limbs.

When it gets light tomorrow, these things will naturally be swept to where they belong, giving the rats a good meal.

The blood of Syracuse is never left overnight.

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"So, Texas is doing well in Lungmen now, and has made connections with a big shot. Are you his subordinate in Syracuse?"

The office is located on the second floor of the bar.

Covered in bandages and dressed in clean clothes, Lappland leaned back on the sofa with difficulty and asked in a low voice.

Specialized nutritional supplements and healing potions can effectively replenish bodily deficiencies. Although these inferior goods from the black market usually have significant side effects, Lappland doesn't care about that.

In Syracuse, being able to use such a thing is already a great thing; there's no room for being picky.

This golden retriever was willing to give her expensive medicine, which made her feel flattered. It was like VIP treatment, something she had never experienced in her family before.

As for mental exhaustion... well, you can just bear with it. I've already endured more than ten days, so what's a few more hours?

only……

Even after hearing this person's explanation, Lappland still felt a sense of absurdity and unreality.

How long has it been since they parted ways?

Not to mention that Lungmen is separated from Syracuse by the entire Kazdel, a chaotic place even more infamous than Syracuse. Crossing it safely is a troublesome affair, and just this journey alone will take a lot of effort.

In just a few months, that guy from Texas made a name for himself in Lungmen and became a big shot that she had to look up to.

Yes, a big shot.

The guy in front of me is just like those lackeys who cling to powerful families. Even if it's a small thing that no one else has noticed, they will treat it as a top priority and do everything they can to get it done. Even if they only get a verbal praise afterward, they feel like they have received a great honor.

Not to mention that the 'master' is far away in Longmen, yet he is still revered as a god by a squad leader from one of the twelve subordinate families. What else could he be but a great figure?

She heard it all, things Texas doesn't even know about yet!

"That's right, my master is as dazzling as the sun in the sky. To be able to prostrate myself at his feet is the greatest honor of my life!"

When Lin Lu was mentioned, Dasmi's eyes were filled with awe and fanaticism, much like a brainwashed fanatic.