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"Hey, don't you know how to be considerate of girls and the elderly?"

"The dinner table is a battlefield; if you can't get a table, you'll starve."

Thomas responded to Lappland's joke with a straight face, and leaving enough of each dish for others to enjoy was already his greatest adherence to table manners.

"It's alright, it's alright. Although I can't do all the big things I did when I was young, I can still make sure that the young people are well-fed. Eat to your heart's content. If anyone doesn't eat enough, I'll hold it against them!"

The Rat King smiled leisurely, sipping tea while eating Yan cuisine, such as stir-fried rice with clear oil, which wasn't particularly greasy. This harmonious dining atmosphere was exactly what the Rat King had hoped for.

So it's time to get the conversation "on track".

After all, he had already lied—"I'll have no problem eating my fill"—and the Rat King was no longer so sure about that.

"But I'm also curious, young man, why would you come to the slums? If you got separated from Rhodes Island and wandered into this place by mistake, that's not surprising. But since you've already returned to where you are, why would you come to the slums with your friends, saying you're here to 'visit' my shabby place? That's really strange, isn't it?"

The Rat King spoke to Tomat, who was still devouring his food at the dinner table, in a casual, conversational tone, like an old, ignorant but concerned manager of the slums.

Of course, through his informants who were everywhere, he already knew that a gang member had caused chaos in the old town with dangerous Originium explosives, and that Tomat was at Je's stall at that time.

And the Rat King knew all this, including how he bravely subdued a large number of gangsters and even got the Rupo man who had been hunting down Syracuse gangsters to help him find the escaped man.

"Now that you mention it, I remember!" After being questioned by the Rat King, Thomas also recalled his other purpose besides coming for dinner. "I actually wanted to ask you to help me find someone named..."

"Fangs".

Lappland reminded Thomas, who had already forgotten the other person's name.

“Yes, a gang called Fang. That guy caused a lot of trouble in the old town with bombs, injuring people and ruining Jie’s business,” Tomat continued. “He also has a bit of a grudge against me. He hangs out around here, and people say you’re the boss. Could you help me find out where he is?”

They have a strong sense of justice and loyalty to their friends, but they are not blinded by their own desires. Instead, they seize opportunities at dinner parties and, as juniors, are neither arrogant nor obsequious.

This young man is good!

"Of course. Although Longmen is a large place, it is not a place for people to run wild. Besides, I gave these people permission to live in the underworld of Longmen. Now that they have broken the rules, I will naturally deal with them. Young man, don't worry, I will arrange things."

As the Rat King readily agreed to Thomas's request, one of his henchmen, who had been keeping watch outside the restaurant, came in and whispered something in the Rat King's ear.

Then, the Rat King, who had been laughing and joking just moments before, suddenly adopted a pained expression, slammed his fist on the table, and shouted to everyone present:

"This is bad! I made another mistake by inviting you to dinner at this time. Now we've been targeted! You'd better leave quickly, they might be here any minute!"

However, no one noticed the slight upturn of the Rat King's mouth beneath his whiskers.

Finally, before the ingredients ran out, "those people" arrived.

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A crossover anime/cartoon style, featuring Honkai Impact 3rd, Kantai Collection, and Arknights.

[Main Text] Dragon Gate Chronicles: Chapter Fourteen The Alley Engraved in DNA

You are a gang leader who was driven out of his hometown and brought his family to a foreign land.

However, in the new location, their local gangs already had jurisdiction.

In order to make a living, and also to return to your homeland in a stronger manner, you accepted the compromise and lived under the other party's rules.

You are not the only force active here. Other equally powerful local forces and organizations operating here bring you various forms of competition and pressure.

As losses mounted, his men gradually lost their former enthusiasm, and you even learned that they treated their once-proud family name as a joke—and those men usually couldn't take a joke anymore.

Monsters have appeared nearby, and riots have broken out in the city.

The deteriorating situation makes you realize that this place no longer seems suitable as the cornerstone for reviving the family.

But at this time, the legendary assassins who hunted down the various Syracuse families appeared in the city.

Then your subordinates were attacked by the assassin, who broke the rule of not getting involved with civilians in the city in order to escape.

This is not a big deal. To prevent my family from being implicated by subordinates who break the rules, all I need to do is kick them out.

However, his informants discovered that the assassin had joined forces with another organization that had been causing him trouble, including a nouveau riche man from out of town whom he had never seen before.

They then arrived at the slums and were taken away by henchmen of the most powerful local gang.

"The Rat King invited them to dinner." — This is what your subordinates told them of what they had heard.

Now that you know all this, what do you think these people are trying to do?

"That hateful rat! Is it trying to take this opportunity to wipe out our family and let some other force take our place?!"

A one-eyed werewolf in a suit and tie, with jet-black fur, sliced ​​the table in front of him in two with a gleaming blade. However, cutting the dead object in front of him did not quell his anger in the slightest. He wanted to cut flesh and blood and make it spurt out sweet blood before he would be satisfied.

"The attack on our members ultimately led to the breaking of the rules, and the attackers are connected to the Rat King, including a guy from Siesta..." The gaunt-faced man with a cold expression adjusted his glasses with his middle finger. Although his tone was calm, it was still permeated with anger. "Back then, he was high and mighty, telling us to follow the rules, but now he's the one who broke the rules first... a despicable rat."

"And it was you who trusted this rat back then. I've said it before, the great Sicilians should never be subservient to others at the negotiating table, which is why our family isn't called the 'Capone family'."

The werewolf kicked the broken table in front of him aside and turned his anger towards the man beside him.

“But if you had swung your knife at him just half a centimeter closer, the Gambino family would have been wiped out from the world forever, or at least the name ‘Gambino’ would have disappeared.” The bespectacled man was completely unfazed by the other’s accusations. “But now we at least have one last chance.”

"Ah, to triumph like a true Sicilian, or to die?"

Each event, taken individually, seems ordinary, but when strung together, it presents a completely different picture.

This is a deliberately planned conspiracy, a huge conspiracy.

An outside force wants to join Lungmen's underworld. Their leader is that nouveau riche, and their pledge of allegiance is to eliminate the Gambino family.

Or perhaps the Rat King orchestrated all of this, using outsiders to force them to break the rules, and then taking the opportunity to deal with them. By this time, they had already arrived in the slums and joined up with the Rat King.

However, in any case, the situation can no longer be resolved simply by "driving away the offender".

Because as the Rat King of the underworld, he would never lack a reason to die.

This is what the Gambino family, as observers, saw from the sidelines.

At the same time, this is also the situation that the Rat King hopes they will "think".

The Gambino family will drive themselves to a dead end because of their own delusions, believing that there is no way out.

Although they were just exiled wolves, they were still wolves after all.

What will a wolf with nowhere to retreat do?

"The [family name] family has surrounded this place?"

Tomat looked at the rat king, who looked annoyed, and sensed the surrounding atmosphere.

Indeed, there are hundreds of auras approaching the restaurant.

They were moving quite fast, seemingly arriving by car, and two of them had auras that were slightly stronger than the others.

—It's probably the difference between a cup of water and a bowl of water; you can't really tell the difference.

“Indeed, Lappland, as the attacker, was entertained by the Rat King along with us. The boss was dressed like a tycoon when he appeared near their casino. It’s not surprising that the Gambino family thinks we conspired to get rid of them.”

Exusiai quickly grasped the situation and looked at Lappland and Tomat. The others from Penguin Logistics also got ready and picked up their weapons.

"Oh, I see. But it doesn't make any difference, and it even saves the trouble of going directly to those people."

Lappland was unimpressed, or rather, she never thought the dinner would be a simple affair.

Because of the Rat King's feigned ignorance, those present more or less realized that all the developments so far, including the siege by the Gambino family, were planned by the Rat King much earlier.

"It's all my fault for getting senile. I should have gotten rid of these troublemakers sooner. I just came out for a meal without bringing any men, and he took it as an opportunity to drag you all into this!" The Rat King shook his head and urged, "Let's go. Go out the back door. The slums are a maze of roads, and there aren't many of us. We have to leave now!"

“Then you can go first.” Tomat stood up and stretched his wrists. “I was the one who decided to come and find them, and I was the one who accepted the old man’s dinner invitation. If it weren’t for these things, you wouldn’t have been misunderstood and surrounded.”

The young man before the Rat King spoke so casually about covering the rear alone.

They even gave sufficiently convincing reasons.

According to the information Wei Yanwu gave him, Tomat was skilled in the use of high-powered explosives.

But this is the Rat King's territory, and no one can plant a bomb here without the Rat King's notice.

The Rat King originally thought that Thomas would choose to break through the enemy lines with Penguin Logistics personnel, thus demonstrating his strength.

If this young man can take down the Gambino family, he will have clearly proven himself.

Even if he couldn't deal with it, the Rat King had already given Tomat a good score in his mind—at least it ensured that Wei Yanwu's most important "intelligence credibility" was sufficiently guaranteed.

In this situation, the Rat King would choose to fight personally to prevent the young man from being put in danger.

But he chose to face the enemy alone, leaving a way out for the others.

"Wait! Young man!"

As soon as Thomas stepped out of the dilapidated threshold of the restaurant, the Rat King inside reached out and called to him.

"Don't worry, sir. Consider this as repayment for the meal you provided."

But the Rat King did not accept this explanation.

He couldn't bear to watch a promising young man lose his life here.

At the very least, he should be protected by Originium Arts.

Because the Gambino family outside will definitely launch a full-scale attack on anyone who goes out the moment the gate is opened.

In the blink of an eye, Thomas walked from the back room of the restaurant to the outermost door and opened it without any precautions.

"Rat King, since you want to wipe us out completely, then we won't hold back!"

"Someone's coming out! It's that Siesta!"

"Take him down first! Then take down the Rat King! After dealing with these two easier guys, then we'll deal with that troublesome Penguin Logistics and the Syracuse Killer!"

The moment the gate was opened, a screeching sound of brakes came from nearby.

"Ok?"

The alley where the hole-in-the-wall restaurant where Thomas and his group were eating was blocked off at both ends by black luxury cars bearing the Gambino family's logo.

In the entire alley, only Tomat stood unsuspectingly on the road.

The sound of crossbow bolts leaving the bowstring and the loud bang of bullets leaving the barrel instantly erupted in the street.

At that very moment, without any warning, a strange sandstorm quickly spread throughout the region.

The Rat King finally made his move—and he asked the other, unmoved people in the restaurant in an incredulous tone:

"Young people, what are you doing?"