Sir! Don't close the net!

"The ending of Romeo and Juliet is that they both died, or rather, they didn't die together."

"Then there are the executives Bit and Cassrow, Norman's most loyal executives. After that is the most maverick executive, Dugo, whose background is very complicated. He has connections with several other gangs in the Jurassic Circle, and I heard that he is even related to the Cult of Steam and Steel. These are the few most important executives in the Mafia."

Feeling as if he had swallowed a razor blade, Dante finished recounting the affairs of the remaining officers in one breath.

After saying that, Dante clutched his stomach and glared at Li Yili warningly, "It's your turn. Don't keep stopping and starting."

“Oh~ Although it’s all stuff that could be found out by asking around, thank you for your hard work,” Li Yili patted Dante on the back and raised her finger. “Romeo had already secretly become husband and wife in the presence of the priest, but because of a family feud, Juliet’s cousin killed Romeo’s friend and was killed by Romeo alone. As a result, he was sentenced to exile. On the eve of his exile, they became husband and wife in name only.”

"In order to be with Romeo forever, Juliet took a potion to fake her death provided by the priest before being forced into marriage. However, Romeo already knew that Juliet was dead before the priest informed him. He killed the count who almost killed him, dug up Juliet's grave, and swallowed the poison he carried with him, dying next to Juliet. You understand the rest."

Li Yili grinned.

"When Juliet woke up with joy, all she saw was Romeo's body. Heartbroken, Juliet drew her sword and committed suicide. The two feuding families then made peace. Isn't that a good story?"

Dante's expression shifted between light and shadow. "So... if the priest informs Romeo in time, it will turn into a happy comedy?"

"Who knows?"

Chapter Sixty: The Gap

Dante was tempted.

He felt that the story of Romeo and Juliet was a reflection of himself and Ashley, and that the respectable predecessors had set a bad example for them. He would be grateful and walk happily ever after with Ashley.

But he also knew very well that this was just wishful thinking on his part, stemming from his excessive expectation of being able to be with Ashley.

However, the story of Romeo and Juliet did give him some direction.

"Cough—cough cough cough—" Dante coughed heavily a few times, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked casually, "Shakespeare... is dead, right?"

Li Yili looked up and said, "I've been dead for a very, very long time. I'm probably the only one in this world who knows me."

"Eh~ really? No wonder I've never heard of it before, eh~"

“You wouldn’t be thinking of copying this story to please that Ashley, would you?” Li Yili noticed Dante’s shifty gaze and sighed deeply. “You can’t even write about my love for you, which is like diarrhea that you can’t stop, yet you’re planning to write Romeo and Juliet. You just don’t have the talent.”

"Heh—who do you think you're underestimating!"

"So you really intend to use Romeo and Juliet to win over Ashley?"

Dante's eyes twitched, his gaze flickered, and after a long pause, his hands fell to his sides, his voice somewhat listless. But he immediately raised his head with a righteous air, "It's not about being ingratiating... You definitely have to cater to a girl's preferences when you're pursuing her!"

"Then you can try writing it now."

Li Yili smiled and walked slowly, while Dante curled his lip in displeasure, took out a notebook and pen from his pocket, and began to gather his emotions.

Are you constipated?

I'm going to have diarrhea.

Dante's lips twitched, too lazy to refute, and he simply retorted with a single sentence before starting to say "Ah Juliet" and "Ah Romeo." Because he was so emotional, Li Yili actually felt that he was doing it right. It's just a pity that Dante only knew a few lines over and over again.

Even after returning to the inn's entrance, Dante's notebook only contained the words "Ah Romeo" and "Ah Juliet."

Just as Li Yili reached out, before her fingers even touched the hotel doorknob, Dante reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"..."

"Is there anything else you want to know?" Dante's smile seemed somewhat forced.

"Can't poop?"

"I can't poop."

"OK--"

Li Yili opened the hotel door and greeted Annie, who was sitting behind the counter looking at someone, "Little Miss Annie, your chance to control the Mafia has come."

Annie raised an eyebrow, remaining calm, while Dante was startled. He forcefully pushed Li Yili through the door, looked around to make sure no one was looking in their direction, then breathed a sigh of relief and slammed the door shut, ready to complain to Li Yili about her overly bold behavior.

"I can't go into specifics right now, Miss Anne. Are you good at humanities?"

"Liberal arts?" Annie glanced at Dante behind Li Yili.

Just moments ago, Dante had an expression that said, "I'm going to have a serious talk with you," but when Li Yili mentioned humanities, Dante immediately started rubbing his hands together and gave her a fawning smile.

Anne realized there was something wrong.

“Although the Cult of Steam and Steel doesn’t care about the various cultures that have sprung up in the wasteland itself, and most of the exams are in the sciences, the Cult of Steam and Steel does not deny the literary content that has accumulated over time in other places,” Anne closed the book and tapped the Nibelungen label on the cover with her finger. “I quite like literature.”

Before Li Yili could speak, Dante impatiently pushed her aside and pressed her hands onto the counter. "Little Miss Anne, I want to ask you a favor!"

“If there’s anything I can do to help,” Anne said, folding her hands over the book’s cover.

She didn't take Li Yili's words about the opportunity to control the mafia to heart, but she did need an accomplice who knew the Jurassic Circle inside and out and had a certain status. Dante, who had a gun, perfectly met her requirements. The only problem was that she didn't know what could win Dante over, but now the opportunity had arrived.

"Ahem—actually, well..." Dante scratched his head, unsure how to describe his current predicament.

Li Yili glanced at Dante, then carried her suitcase through the corridor and opened the door. Rebecca was curled up in the corner of the bed, fast asleep, but Aditi was nowhere to be seen. Li Yili peeked out and saw Aditi's numb little face through Rebecca's arms.

My fondness for Little Red Riding Hood is probably an incurable habit of the Big Bad Wolf.

Li Yili rolled her eyes and opened the box.

Besides some changes of clothes, there were also some books in the box.

Li Yili pondered for a moment, then picked up the first book and shook it vigorously. Nothing fell out, but Li Yili was not disappointed. She patiently picked up the second book and shook it. When she shook the fourth book, a letter fell out.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Dante disliked Rieley's use of diarrhea and constipation to describe his writing style, but as he tried to tell Anne the story of Romeo and Juliet, he saw a series of changes in Anne's expressions.

Confused, thoughtful, doubtful, and finally all that's left is entanglement.

“Mr. Dante, this isn’t your original story, is it?” Anne said, resting her chin on her hand.

Dante's eye twitched, and after a long pause, he managed a weak smile. "It doesn't seem like something I could do."

"A story you came up with?"

“I’m sorry, Mr. Dante, that’s not how I meant it. I think I understand the story of Romeo and Juliet now. It’s indeed a stunning story, especially the cruel joke of fate that’s mentioned in every word, though not explicitly stated,” Anne raised an eyebrow. “You know better than I do the ways of the Jurassic Circle gangsters. This is more like something that happens between the Cretaceous and Millennium Circles…”

Anne frowned, paused for a while, and then tilted her head to the side.

"feature?"

Dante leaned back slightly before straightening up, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and said, "Little Miss Anne, could you help me write this Romeo and Juliet story? I mean, a very normal one, and I'll repay you!"

“Sure,” Anne blinked. “Who do you want to write this story for?”

"Cough—" Dante coughed heavily and shook his head. "It's a girl named Ashley from the Cretaceous Circle."

Anne paused, pinching the bridge of her nose, and then asked with some surprise, "Are you sure her name is... Ashley? What's her last name?"

Dante glanced to the side without speaking, but this reaction gave Anne the answer.

"Could it be Ashley Eugene, the daughter of the biggest trading tycoon in the Cretaceous zone?" Anne's lips twitched.

The difference between a thug from the Jurassic Circle and a rich young lady from the Cretaceous Circle is far greater than the simple, easily understood feud between Romeo and Juliet.

Chapter Sixty-One: The Chicken That Was Ordered

Li Yili carried her suitcase to the next room. Before entering, she glanced at the counter. Dante was gesturing excitedly and saying something, while Annie was holding her hair behind her ear with her left hand and a pen in her right hand, nodding and scribbling on a piece of paper.

One is impatient, the other is tranquil.

Little Anne, although it may not have been twenty-four hours since you left the Triassic Circle, I, Puss, have protected the Triassic Circle while you were gone! Just go about your business; we'll catch up soon!

Li Yili fiddled with the letter in her hand, then threw away the envelope and put the letter back in the envelope.

This is clearly for Anne.

Li Yili rummaged through the box and pulled out a men's outfit. She shook it slightly and a cigarette slipped out from her sleeve.

This is clearly for him.

Li Yili peeled back the cigarette paper along the edge, poured out the tobacco, and spread the cigarette paper out. A series of messy notes on the cigarette paper looked like a spell.

【Mr. Yellow Raincoat! I have a feeling things are getting really bad! Just a few hours! You and little Miss Anne have only been gone for a few hours, and those damn homeless people have started a riot! Well, that's not the worst part. The worst part is that they ganged up on the Triassic residents in the hour before sunset!】

[Many residents of San Die Quan were forced into the sewers, forced to drink sewage by homeless people there, and there's worse! In short, something even worse is bound to happen next!]

The writing stopped abruptly, and there was no more space on the cigarette paper to continue writing.

After a long silence, Li Yili tossed the cigarette paper onto the scattered pieces of paper, crossed her arms, leaned against the window, and reached out to gather the scattered tobacco together and rewrap it in the cigarette paper. With a crisp sound, the tobacco and cigarette paper were lit.

Abel, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, stood opposite Li Yili, gazing out the window. "I have a feeling things are getting worse."

Li Yili didn't speak, but stared intently out the window until the cigarette in Abel's mouth had completely burned out. Then she turned and pushed open the door, walked through the corridor, and saw Dante at the counter holding a piece of paper, marveling at the beautiful and graceful handwriting on it.

“You’re not thinking of sending this letter directly, are you?” Li Yili reached out and snatched the letter from Dante’s hand, turning away from Dante’s hands that were trying to take the letter back. She glanced at the contents of the letter and said, “Wow, it’s much more helpful than I thought. It doesn’t look like something that Mr. Dante with constipation would write.”

“Of course I won’t send this directly,” Dante snatched the letter back and glared at Li Yili. “I’ll make another copy and send it over.”

"And what about the reward this time?" Li Yili smiled slightly and spread her hands to her sides.

“It’s not like you helped me perfect it. If little Miss Anne has any troubles, of course I’m willing to help,” Dante said, turning his eyes away somewhat guiltily.

It wasn't that he didn't want to repay Li Yili, but what Li Yili wanted was far too dangerous. He remembered very clearly that Li Yili had said she wouldn't kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

The reason for not killing the chickens is to allow them to continue laying eggs and generate more profit.

Dante is no longer afraid of taking risks because of Li Yili's invitation. He doesn't want to raise his hands above his head to surrender, or refuse to do it in the first place. What Dante is more afraid of is walking into a big pit step by step, and then naturally taking risks for Li Yili. At that time, the evidence will be conclusive, and he won't be able to escape!

“Mr. Dante, you wouldn’t want your beloved Miss Ashley to think you’ve run out of ideas, would you?” Li Yili rested her chin on her hand, feigning concern as she leaned closer to Dante. “I think your beloved Miss Ashley would really love the story of Romeo and Juliet, and would probably be eager to write to you, hoping you’ll write more stories for her to read in the next letter…”

But Ding swallowed hard and turned his face away, while Li Yili's lips curled up higher and higher.

"you

Have you decided how to write it?

“Little Miss Anne…” Dante, clinging to his last hope, turned to look at Anne.

“This…” Anne tilted her head back with some difficulty, “I do remember a few of the well-known classic stories, but Ashley probably knows most of them too.”

Dante let his arm hang down, and Li Yili took the opportunity to put her hand on Dante's shoulder. "Mr. Dante, I don't want to make things too difficult for you. A partner like you is hard to find in the Jurassic Circle. This time, Romeo and Juliet will only charge you half price."

"Thanks--"

"So, where do you Jurassic Circle gangs usually trade weapons?"

Dante coughed heavily, his eyes widening as if he'd seen a ghost. "What do you want to do!"

“Look at your expression. I’m all alone. What big things can I accomplish by myself?” Li Yili raised her hand and waved it. “It’s just that I want to get a couple of guns. Of course, if you can just get them directly, that would save me a lot of trouble.”

Dante looked Li Yili up and down with a suspicious expression. "Are you sure? You're not planning to stalk me, are you?"