Sir! Don't close the net!

"I don't do things that kill the goose that lays the golden eggs."

Dante's eye twitched violently. After hesitating for a while, he finally nodded and agreed to the task of laying an egg.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, Dante quickly copied down Anne's Romeo and Juliet letter, mailed it, and repeatedly told Li Yili not to follow him before leaving the inn. It wasn't until nearly evening that Dante returned to the inn with a cold face and tossed a black bag to Li Yili.

"You're only busy enough for this much."

Li Yili took the black bag, turned her back to Annie, and zipped it up. Inside the bag were two revolvers and two magazines containing about ten rounds of ammunition.

It looks a bit shabby, but considering that all the weapons in the Jurassic Circle are in the hands of the gangsters, and those errand boys can't even touch a gun, they can only carry a stick to scare people, Dante managed to get two revolvers and twenty bullets in one trip, and considering how distressed Dante looked when he asked him to reimburse the ammunition earlier.

Li Yili saw Dante's sincerity.

"You're much kinder than I thought."

"This is the egg I can lay in the next few days. Don't expect me to lay another one like this for at least three or four days. If you can't come up with a story similar to Romeo and Juliet, this is the last egg you can get," Dante waved his hand and went up the stairs to the second floor.

Annie peeked out, and only turned her head to look at Li Yili after Dante's footsteps had completely faded away.

“Mr. Yellow Raincoat, how do you plan to use these two guns and twenty bullets? I don’t think you need something like this to control the Mafia.”

“This is my payment,” Li Yili said, shaking the black bag in her hand.

“To be precise, I wrote it down, Mr. Yellow Raincoat. You only gave a very vague outline,” Anne emphasized. “At least half of it is mine.”

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of it for you," Li Yili said childishly, holding the black bag above her head. "Or you can come and get it yourself."

Chapter Sixty-Two: This is just one of the results

This world values ​​the balance of yin and yang; when one person acts very naive, another person will become very mature.

Now that Li Yili is acting childishly, Annie has no choice but to act mature. Even though she is very dissatisfied and angry with Li Yili's behavior of holding up the black bag, Annie can only endure it and find many reasons to not be too petty about it.

For example, she has difficulty moving around; she's thin and frail. Even if you give her a gun, she might not be able to use it properly. For example...

Li Yili really didn't want to give it to her, and she really had no other choice.

“Fine, I don’t need these things anyway,” Anne shook her head, feigning indifference. “What I’m more interested in now is what kind of egg you want Mr. Dante to lay.”

"Who knows~ a thug from the Jurassic Circle and a rich girl from the Cretaceous Circle~ don't you think this is an opportunity?"

“An opportunity?” Anne frowned slightly, a rare look of anger on her face. “You mean like Romeo and Juliet, where love between two people can resolve the long-standing feud between two powerful families?”

"no?"

“Isn’t that obvious?” Anne raised her voice instinctively, but then lowered it again when she remembered Dante was upstairs. “They can’t be together.”

Li Yili was somewhat surprised, "You didn't have this attitude when you were helping Dante just now."

“Because I thought you were just watching for fun,” Anne tapped her fingers impatiently on the armrest of her wheelchair, “but now your expression… I think you really want to be their priest, and that would change things, wait a minute…”

Annie frowned, rubbed her forehead and thought for a while before glancing sideways at Li Yili.

"Don't tell me that Levi-Isti Richard, who has amassed a bunch of sponsors in the capital Millennium, doesn't know Tipole Eugene, the tycoon in the Jurassic Circle."

“Of course I know him, he’s quite generous,” Li Yili said, spreading her hands.

"You don't recognize his daughter?"

"He did mention it."

“Since you know Ashley Eugene’s identity and even told Dante the story of Romeo and Juliet… I don’t know what you’re planning, but if this is part of your strategy to control the Jurassic Circle Mafia, I advise you to give it up,” Anne said, her expression very serious.

They were so serious, even to the point of being solemn.

"This is the first time I've seen you so serious. I thought you would support two people from different circles getting together?" Li Yili didn't answer Annie directly, but asked a question instead.

Anne pursed her lips, and the tapping of her fingers on the armrest gradually became more and more agitated, so agitated that Rebecca and Aditi both peeked out.

"Snapped--"

Anne's fingernails slammed heavily on the armrest. After letting out a long breath, she looked earnestly into Li Yili's eyes. "Ashley is Juliet, but Dante is not Romeo. Even if fate didn't play tricks on them, they could not have found happiness, and the Jurassic circle could not have joined hands with the Belarusian circle."

"Then why are you helping Dante?"

Anne glanced sideways. "Helping him is the best way to make him face reality. Ashley, no, I should say most of the young ladies in the chalk circle love the story of Romeo and Juliet, so Ashley will soon write back to Dante and tell him how much she loves the story of Romeo and Juliet. Do you know what will happen next?"

“Dante will be the hen that lays eggs for me, until the last one,” Li Yili smirked, but seeing Annie’s increasingly unpleasant expression, she simply shrugged. “Fine, fine, no matter how many eggs a minor character like him lays, it won’t change anything. Just like you said, Ashley will probably show a more passionate love than ever before, and Dante will realize that Ashley has fallen in love with a fictional, literary Dante, not a scoundrel.”

"In any case, Romeo and Juliet fell in love with each other in their true selves."

Annie let out a soft breath, her expression softening considerably, but Li Yili's next words made Annie's heart skip a beat.

"Is it possible that Dante confessed, and Ashley fell in love with Dante who dared to show his true self?"

"you--"

"Anyway... this is an outcome, isn't it? Everything will have an outcome, no matter what. Looking forward to a good outcome and going through the process, isn't that good?" Li Yili raised her finger and bent it towards Annie. "Anyway, 2012 will take away everything in this world."

Annie's cheeks twitched, then she covered her face and let out a long sigh.

Since they've brought up 2012, she really doesn't know how to refute it. On the bright side, a year seems long, but it's also very short, and many things will remain in the most beautiful time for each other.

“Okay, okay, I roughly understand what you mean,” Anne pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed deeply. “By the way, even without that little twist of fate, if Romeo and Juliet had successfully eloped, it wouldn’t have been a happy ending. Juliet was, after all, the apple of her family’s eye. She didn’t even understand the importance of daily necessities. She just felt that her love for Romeo could overcome all hardships. But these hardships were only what she perceived as hardships. For her, the family that allowed her to grow up wealthy and healthy was the only hardship.”

"The bitterness and hardship of reality will severely torment the two who grew up in a wealthy family. They will realize how illusory their love at first sight was, and then their lives will degenerate into the most common daily routine of the vulgar common people."

A cold light flashed in Annie's eyes.

"Fate's cruel joke embellished their love. This story was ultimately written only for the aristocracy. The aristocracy were self-satisfied that they had such pure and sincere feelings, while the common people envied this passionate emotion that only the aristocracy could nurture."

"If you really want to depict a tragic and shocking love story, why not the beloved daughter of an ordinary person or a wealthy family?"

"So here we are, aren't we?" Li Yili smiled slightly.

Anne's eye twitched. She turned her wheelchair, picked up the book, and stopped looking at Li Yili. "I reserve my opinion, but... if such a miracle really happens, I will offer my blessings."

"A miracle...? It's really disheartening that something like this has become so difficult that we can only rely on a miracle."

Li Yili raised her hand and waved to Rebecca, who had already poked half her body out.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Rebecca stopped hiding and ran out happily, because she remembered what Li Yili had said before: that she could go for a walk tonight.

It's time now.

“Smell this,” Li Yili said with a smile, holding the black bag in front of Rebecca.

Chapter Sixty-Three You'd better not do this

In the alley, Rebecca sniffed the black bag from side to side before frowning.

"What's wrong?" Li Yili, standing opposite Rebecca, raised an eyebrow. "Has your sense of smell not returned yet?"

“No, my sense of smell has returned, and my strength has recovered to about 50-60%,” Rebecca said, raising her index finger and gently rubbing the tip of her nose. “It will probably only take about 20 minutes for my body to return to normal.”

Rebecca paused, her brow furrowing slightly. "But this black bag has a lot of smells, it's almost like..."

“It’s like he’s been to a lot of places, right?” Li Yili raised her hand and tapped her forehead. “That’s normal. Dante probably thought I would follow him to the place where he trades arms. Even if he didn’t guard against me, he would guard against the trading partners. So after he got the goods, he would wander around the Jurassic Circle until he was sure it was safe before returning.”

"Eh--"

Rebecca understood Li Yili's subtext.

Track all the scents on the black bag.

"You again"

"I don't need those guns," Rebecca weakly gestured with her hand, "If you want, right? You can just go on a killing spree. The Jurassic Circle gangs are much easier to deal with than the thugs at Beatrix Prison."

Li Yili looked up and said, "Anyway, the result will be the same."

"what?"

"Simply put, just be a good girl and don't have any other ideas," Li Yili said, patting Rebecca's head with her hand, her fingers clenching slightly. "You were a little crazy yesterday."

Although Rebecca was terrified in front of him, Li Yili hadn't forgotten that this guy was a real beast. When she came back yesterday, Rebecca would keep looking at her claws with a look of reminiscence. Even when she turned back into a human, she would stare at her fingers, opening and closing them as if recalling some kind of feel.

Clearly, Rebecca prefers to unleash her wild side by tearing apart living things rather than taking a walk.

The first day was fine, but if we don't keep an eye on things today, Rebecca might not come back until she's had her fill of killing.

"Ahem—I, I understand—"

Rebecca looked away guiltily, hung her black bag around her neck, and deliberately swaggered out, her ponytail swaying back and forth.

"Squeaky-"

A faint squeaking sound came from behind Li Yili. Li Yili paused for a moment and turned around. In the dark alley, a fat rat was squatting in a puddle, staring straight at him.

Li Yili raised an eyebrow slightly, ignored it, and turned to leave the alley. Not long after Li Yili left, more rats squeezed out from the corner, crowding together around the fat rat on the puddle, squeaking and piling up higher and higher, until finally forming a strange, wriggling door.

Long, slender fingers reached out and lifted the "curtain" made of crammed rats. A pair of eyes opened in the darkness and looked at Li Yili's back with some surprise.

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As night approaches, the streets of San Die Quan gradually become less crowded. The sun may be late, but the eerie fog will never be late.

Ryan, chewing on a toothpick, swaggered down the street with his underlings. The terrified expressions on the faces of the Triassic residents reminded him of the days when he was a force to be reckoned with in the Cretaceous.

Frankly speaking, they don't lack houses. In just two days, they've seized four or five houses, and with the support of the millennial aristocratic lords, those houses legally belong to them. They're simply enjoying this privilege.

"Boss, which house should we choose this time?" The underling, noticing Ryan's mood, quickly stepped forward and asked.

"I haven't decided yet. Do you have any suggestions?" Ryan asked smugly, like an emperor choosing a concubine.

In fact, his status in the Triassic Circle is now almost equivalent to that of an emperor.

“Boss, you’ve come to the right person. Actually, the brothers picked out a house for you during the day! Come on, boss, come this way,” the younger brother clapped his hands and bent over, gesturing towards the pastry shop not far away.

"Mmm-hmm—" Ryan tilted his head back, nodded, and swaggered over with his hands behind his back, following the underling in front of him.

A lion's head pattern made of glaring red paint was imprinted like a scar on the window displaying various exquisite pastries.

“Boss, this shop is no ordinary place. It’s one of the top three pastry shops in San Die Quan. I heard the chef used to work in Bai Jue Quan,” the younger brother chuckled twice. “Because many people feel that eating the pastries here allows them to experience the life of the big shots in Bai Jue Quan, no matter how outrageous the prices are, the residents of San Die Quan are willing to pay for them.”

Ryan snorted unhappily, "I've beaten people up in the Cretaceous Circle, so why doesn't anyone come here to experience life? Hmm, but this price is really outrageous. Their attitude is exactly the same as those vampires in the Cretaceous Circle. I just wonder what they taste like."

"Of course, it should be evaluated by the leader from the Cretaceous circle."

While still inside the shop, the chef noticed the homeless men standing outside, smiling maliciously. His expression immediately changed, and the chef, who was a father, reached out and put his arms around his son and wife.

After hesitating for a moment, the chef picked up a cleaver, gripped the handle with both hands, and pointed it at the homeless group led by Ryan outside the shop. Before Ryan and the others could make any move, the chef's wife and son, who were being protected behind him, reached out and grabbed his arm, shaking their heads at him with pale faces.

"The shop will have to close down."

The chef looked resentfully at Ryan and the others outside, who were now laughing in a strange, cacophony.

"The shop can be reopened, but if they keep an eye on it."