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The Rat King, who was manipulating all of this, was lying right in front of Capone, looking weak and exhausted, yet Capone had no strength left to strike him.

“Your men told me long ago that if we were ever forced to fight against the ‘Rat King,’ we would surrender and hope that you would spare Chief Gambino and Chief Capone.” But your suspicion and his ambition have driven these young men who were concerned for your lives to their deaths, making them feel that they have been deceived and fooled by me and that I am going to kill them all.

The desperate words continued, but Capone's gaze had already died, like that of a wolf whose teeth and claws had been pulled out.

He didn't care whether those words were true or false; he was only pained by the devastating consequences of his decision.

If the Rat King acted intentionally, then its goal has been achieved.

But even if all of this was an accident, the die is cast.

The first time was when his homeland drove him away.

The second time was when his brother betrayed him.

The third time was when Lungmen destroyed him.

He underestimated the Dragon Gate and overestimated his own abilities.

"It suddenly became lifeless. Hey! You still haven't answered my question."

Tomat patted Capone's face, but the other didn't respond.

"He's no longer even worth killing."

Even for Lappland, who had seen countless faces of dying people, Capone's eyes at this moment held a rare despair.

Thomas couldn't understand, simply because he never had the chance to see the eyes of others before they died—that moment was often too fleeting, the dead vanishing before they could even feel despair, or the people he killed were always far away from him.

"Forget it, there are still some gangsters waiting nearby. I'll search them one by one."

The sense of presence revealed their location, while the gangsters lying in ambush awaited orders that would never come.

Meanwhile, the Lupo man nicknamed Fang was stopped at an intersection not far from the restaurant.

He didn't know what had happened, only that he had broken the rules and was spared by Gambino, and was then called to help assassinate the Rat King.

Then suddenly a sandstorm started, and then I saw something fly out of the sandstorm. Finally, the sandstorm stopped, but Gambino didn't send any follow-up messages.

But just before the unease in his heart arose, his car seemed to shake, almost causing his face, which was covered with a large bandage, to hit the steering wheel.

It looked like something heavy had fallen onto the roof of the car.

"Hey! What's that? Go check it out."

He was, after all, a high-ranking official, and naturally he had other lower-ranking gangsters accompanying him.

But no one responded to his shouts from inside the car.

Fang instinctively stepped on the gas, because now it was as if the words "This place is not suitable for lingering" were written directly on his face, although there probably wasn't any extra space on his face to write that.

However, all that could be heard was the sound of the wheels spinning at high speed and the roar of the engine; the car itself did not move an inch.

Where do you want to go?

Fang saw a man standing behind his car, lifting the rear half with one hand, staring intently at him, and slowly saying, "Trying to run away alone?"

This kind of ending

[Main Text] Dragon Gate Chronicles: Chapter Seventeen - I Completely Understand

"But what kind of hatred does this young man have with that gang... that he's so persistent?"

"Something that must be unforgivable for him... probably?"

Having finished the execution of a man by running him over with a car where no one could see him, Tomat returned to the vicinity of the restaurant where the sandstorm had long since stopped. Apart from the gangsters lying haphazardly on the ground in the alley, whose life or death was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, there was no sand or dust to be seen. This made Tomat realize that the climate change he had just experienced was within the scope of Originium Arts.

Although, according to his understanding, some Originium Arts creations can be created out of thin air and exist for a long time, the vast majority can only appear during the period when the art is used.

—It was probably some random grunt who caused the sandstorm.

With that thought in mind, Thomas went to the back room of the restaurant, where Penguin Logistics and the others were waiting for him.

"You seem to be in a much better mood. Have you already gotten your revenge?"

Lapland noticed that Tomat's expression was much more relaxed than before, and she could also smell the scent on him, so she knew that he had found his target.

"Of course, I think he'll never dare to do that again—ah, although I didn't tell him why I beat him up."

Thomas then realized that he had never let Fang know why he had chased him from the old streets to the slums.

The Rat King, standing to the side, interpreted "a grudge from the past" as a coded language among the new generation of young people.

"In the end, there was absolutely no need for us to take action, even though we knew it would be like this before we came." Having brought weapons with us, even venturing into what is known as the most chaotic slum in Lungmen, and then encountering a gang shootout, we didn't even have a chance to pull the trigger once. Exusiai wiped her gun and glanced at her employer, who was both the most worry-free and the most troublesome. "But destroying an entire gang is really not part of our agenda."

“On the bright side, at least the boss won’t have his blood pressure spike because of this gang anymore, and then make us do some weird things.” Croissant said from the side. Before Thomas came back, she had been discussing with Uncle Dong whether they could include this restaurant in the food recommendation guide she wrote. “Where can you find such an easy job without running around and endless shootouts?”

"Don't be so optimistic... there's still a lot of travel ahead."

Texas felt that while working with Tomat was easy, the troubles were no less than usual; it was just that there was someone else who would proactively solve the problems.

"Okay—okay—I'll just delete the itinerary to places like the old town from now on." Responding to Texas's concerns, Exusiai adjusted the rest of the travel itinerary while changing the destinations to safer places rather than various gray areas.

"And the initial purpose of coming to the slums was to buy clothes, right? In the end, I'm still wearing clothes I picked up from thugs. It doesn't matter what the destination is, as long as no more troublemakers show up." The fundamental purpose of coming to the slums has been achieved, and leaving is only a matter of time. Thomas is also preparing to head to the next place with the Penguin Logistics team, "especially when it's time to eat."

"Hehehe, sorry to make the young people feel uneasy about their meal, but we won't see you off here." By this time, the Rat King could already stand up and walk. He leaned on his cane and looked at Tomat with a smile. "Don't worry too much about what happened here. I'll have the young men clean this place up."

—Whether it's ruins or corpses, just leave it to the Rat King to handle.

After all, this is considered a professional skill of gangsters.

"As for A-Jie, he said that Uncle Dong took him to get reimbursed for the losses of the stall, and then he stopped coming with us."

The group returned to the car, and Texas drove them away from the slum where they hadn't been for long and where nothing particularly dramatic had happened.

As Croissant recounted being dragged away by Uncle Dong by the collar, fully anticipating the subsequent questioning about how a simple stall could become entangled in underworld disputes, she posed another question—

"But why did Lappland come along too? Did you allow it, boss?"

“I didn’t know; she was already sitting in the passenger seat before I got in the car.”

Although it wasn't as crowded as last time, the atmosphere inside the car felt strangely odd.

Thomas doesn't talk much and often closes his eyes like a wooden doll. The Penguin Logistics staff are used to it. But the point is that he's sitting in the back row by the window, with Texas in front of him and Lappland, who took the passenger seat from Exusiai.

The two men would often strike up a conversation with Texas, who was silently gripping the steering wheel, while exchanging intense glances.

"It's okay, boss. We can just charge you for the fare separately. I don't mind if she's willing to pay."

Exusiai leaned against the back of Texas's seat, watching her drive and talking about Lappland, but she didn't even glance at Texas.

"That's right, and I think I know a lot of interesting things about Lungmen. At least I won't take you to a place where you might get your food smashed up. I'm not bragging, but I'm actually very confident in this regard."

Lappland responded in a friendly manner.

"Um... Boss, aren't you going to say something?"

Croissant, whose shopping plans were almost ruined by the distorted atmosphere inside the car, looked at Thomas, who was standing still with his eyes closed, seemingly detached from the situation, and asked for help.

Two Penguin Logistics staff members reacted most strongly to the fact that Lappland was getting close to Texas, while the others remained at a level of slight dissatisfaction.

One of the people who would "talk" about this did not participate in this mission.

Another person who frequently takes action under the pretext of "accidental clashes" is Exia.

"I can only suggest that they fight, the loser get off the bus, and the winner fight Texas."

Faced with a request for help that could be made, Tomat offered his solution without hesitation.

"Boss, don't stir things up! Why does the winner have to fight Texas? Do you enjoy watching women fight?"

"I don't like it, after all, I've seen it many times before."

Tomath reminisced about the past, about the Saiyan carnival on his deceased home planet where people fought each other regardless of gender—in fact, they didn't have the concept of festivals; large-scale brawls were probably one of their few forms of entertainment, but this kind of entertainment was also the culprit behind Vegeta's barrenness.

"But I don't think Texas would like that either, so no matter who wins, Texas will teach them a lesson later, right?"

Texas, who remained silent in the driver's seat, nodded.

“Actually, I have two swords, so I don’t mind keeping them both quiet.”

"Why did you two reach a consensus... By the way, boss, how do you know so much! And what does 'I've seen it many times' mean?"

Before accepting the mission, Croissant had done some research on Tomat's background and knew that Tomat had previously worked for an organization.

But just how chaotic was that organization that he frequently saw situations similar to those at Penguin Logistics?

Croissant gave up thinking.

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[Main Text] Dragon Gate Chronicles: Chapter Eighteen - Daigo Plaza

"Although it was just a small gang, it was easily destroyed in minutes, and at the same time, it displayed overwhelming power during the battle that was enough to forcibly destroy your Originium Arts."

"I didn't use my full strength."

"You mean 'if you go all out, it won't be destroyed'?"

The vehicle carrying Tomat and the others had already driven away, and at this moment, the Rat King reconnected his private line with Wei Yanwu.

"I mean, if I used all my strength, I would have ended up staying at Old Dong's restaurant. If a technique used at full power is broken directly, you know what would happen to the person who used it."

"So the Rat King, who could hold off the Ursus Ironclad Guards back then, couldn't even block that person's punch?"

Wei Yanwu, on the other end, questioned what the Rat King had said.

Although the Rat King always talked about being "old" and "retiring," Wei Yanwu knew better than anyone whether he truly accepted his age.

This straightforward admission of his inability to resist is not in the Rat King's usual style.

"Perhaps." The Rat King didn't elaborate much on his judgment. "Old Wei, do you remember how many monstrously powerful creatures we've encountered?"

"Leaving aside those who are inherently monsters, let me think... the Sami clan that guards the sleepers beneath the ice plains, the deep-sea hunters of the Agor region, the Sarkaz with ancient and pure bloodlines..." Wei Yanwu listed these names that should only be legends on Terra. "I know what you want to say, but this time the situation is different."

Wei Yanwu continued.

“Although those people all said they were ‘guarding and fighting against something,’ we have never seen the creature they were talking about appear in our sight. Even the only documented event, the ‘Great Silence,’ has no record of any unknown monster. But this giant ape is different; it truly appeared in front of us.”

"This further illustrates the seriousness of the matter—thousands of people who are no weaker than this young man have been wiped out by this monster. Who knows if other legendary monsters will become reality after this?" the Rat King replied. "But I also believe that if there are thousands of warriors who can fight as one, they would be capable enough to fight these monsters. So, Old Wei, you can trust the information provided by this young man."

"And what do you plan to do next? In order to prevent Rhodes Island from seizing the initiative and bringing him into their ranks and threatening him with intelligence, do you want to take the initiative and make him your exclusive intelligence source? What do you plan to use to make him accept your proposal? You know, this young man may be inexperienced, but his personality is completely different from yours, Old Wei."

The Rat King did not question Tomat's abilities and origins much, as this was the most reasonable explanation at the time.