Sir! Don't close the net!

Dante shrugged.

“I found out that if I weren’t your son, I probably wouldn’t know such a confidential matter.”

Norman's eye twitched, he put his right hand to his forehead, remained silent for a while, then raised his hand and waved it. "Okay—I understand the situation, so, what do you think now?"

"What do you mean, what do you think?"

"The legacy of the ancient gods that has unleashed true power."

"You can't even get your hands on the legacy of the ancient gods, and you're talking about the legacy of the ancient gods that has unleashed true power? That's laughable. If you could—fuck—"

Before Dante could finish speaking, a gust of wind blew from Norman's direction, carrying Dante and his chair all the way to the end of the train before stopping. Before Dante could recover, another gust of wind blew from behind him, and Dante screamed as he crashed toward the oak table.

"Stop! Stop!"

As the corner of the table drew ever closer, Dante instinctively struggled, but his body was held down as if by an invisible force, making it impossible for him to jump off the chair or even make it sway.

"ah--"

The chair came to a stop with Dante in front of the oak table with a whoosh, but Dante was still waving his arms and screaming loudly.

Because he closed his eyes.

The surrounding thugs all looked up at the ceiling, afraid they might burst out laughing.

"Cough—" Norman coughed heavily.

Dante cautiously opened his eyes, glanced around, then blushed and jumped to his feet. "You think this is fun?!"

“This is really fun,” Norman flicked the cigarette butt in his left hand. A gust of wind swept up the cigarette butt and caught it. The flame in the still-burning part of the cigarette gradually became dazzling, and tiny flames emerged from it and engulfed the entire cigarette butt.

Dante's expression gradually froze.

“Dante, don’t look like a monkey who’s never seen the world before,” Norman pointed a finger at Dante and pressed it down.

Dante felt a weight on his shoulder and slumped down with a thud.

Do you believe it now?

"Believe in what?" Dante gave a look of utter discomfiture, as if he'd swallowed a fly. "Believe that you've gained extraordinary powers?"

“To be precise, the Mafia has gained extraordinary power,” Norman leaned forward, his fingers interlaced in front of him. “Do you know what that means?”

Dante instantly realized what he meant, his expression changing drastically. "You're not planning to attack the Cretaceous Circle, are you?!"

Chapter Seventy-Seven: A Sweet Trap in the Quagmire

"Yo yo—isn't this Mr. Dante? Looks like your upgrade went quite smoothly~"

Before Dante could even open the door and speak, Li Yili, who was leaning against the counter, waved the small flowers in her hand and greeted him with a bright smile.

Dante's eyes twitched violently. He took a deep breath and strode quickly to Li Yili, grabbing...

He grabbed Li Yili by the collar.

"You rascal, you went to that butcher shop yesterday, didn't you?"

"Is that important?" Li Yili raised a finger and bent it towards Dante. "But let me make this clear first, that so-called ancient god's legacy that your gang is using, which supposedly unleashes true power, is no good."

"Liberated...you f***—" Dante's forehead veins bulged, "What's your purpose?!"

"Purpose? Who knows? I've been thinking about that too."

Li Yili raised her hand and pressed it against Dante's right hand, which was gripping his collar, and pushed it down. She then turned around and straightened her collar.

"Survival? Fighting? Upholding justice? Or just looking for something to do?"

Dante frowned.

"What utter nonsense—"

“Yes, it’s a mess, hmm~ This is a friendly suggestion,” Li Yili shrugged. “The things you put in your inner pocket now, if you’re not prepared to use them, you should wrap them in several layers of cloth. If possible… I suggest you find a substance called scarlet leaf mineral to hold them.”

Dante's expression changed, and he took a few steps back, clutching the inside of his pocket. "How did you know?"

"When you're in the game, you have to have some skill, right?" Li Yili raised her right index finger and twirled it in a circle.

"Tsk—why should I listen to you?"

“Ignoring the advice of professionals can lead to terrible things,” Li Yili grinned. “Aren’t you curious? Why would such a legacy of ancient gods, which has unleashed true power, suddenly appear? If it’s a power without problems, why would it need to be unleashed? And such a good thing… has fallen into the hands of your Jurassic Circle gang.”

Dante's expression changed, and he slowly straightened his body. "What are you trying to say?"

“Hmm? I told you from the beginning, if you’re not prepared to use that thing, then keep it away from you. Never carry it with you, and definitely don’t keep it so close to you,” Li Yili raised her hand and nodded toward Dante’s chest.

After hesitating for a moment, Dante opened his coat and took out something hidden in the inner pocket, tossing it toward Li Yili. It was a dagger with a blade of emerald green, a jewel-like cut, and a hilt made of gold.

Li Yili caught the dagger, shone it against the gas lamp, and clicked her tongue twice. "Who is your father in the Mafia? The Godfather's right-hand man? Or the Godfather himself?"

Anne, who was reading, immediately looked up at Dante with a curious gaze.

"Why are you suddenly saying that?" Dante crossed his arms and turned his face away awkwardly.

“Hmm? Of course it’s because this dagger is very special,” Li Yili said, shaking the dagger in her hand at Dante. “Ordinary ones, well, the legacy of the ancient gods who have unleashed their true power, are crystallizations of power. They are proof that they are no longer bound or used, but exist in the world simply as power itself.”

"And this dagger is an exceptionally rare [Power] that remains a weapon even after liberation."

"Yeah?"

"So who is your father?"

Dante's eye twitched violently. After a long silence with a tense expression, he turned his face away unhappily and clicked his tongue, "The Godfather of the Mafia, Norman."

Anne's eyes widened, and she gasped in disbelief.

Although she had almost figured it out, she was still surprised when the truth was laid bare before her.

"You seem to really dislike this parent-child relationship?"

"Isn't that obvious! Do you know how much I've lost by being the Godfather's son!" Dante complained, annoyed. "Do you know how terrible my childhood and adolescence were!"

“But what you’ve lost is what most people in the Jurassic Circle dream of, the childhood and youth they desire,” Li Yili flicked the dagger in her hand twice, casually tossing it onto the counter, and shrugged at Dante, “Most people don’t enjoy it either, even if you complain to me about your miserable youth—”

Li Yili blinked.

"I just think you're showing off your life. By the way, if you weren't the son of Mafia godfather Norman, do you think you'd have a chance to get close to the heiresses of the white-collar world?"

"This is it—"

Dante, like a boxer who has found an opening in his opponent's one-on-one boxing duel, eagerly rises to attack.

“Miss Ashley hates thugs the most! If she knew I was the son of Norman, the biggest thug and godfather of the Jurassic Circle, my love would be dead on the spot! Dead! Without a chance of coming back to life!”

"Are you sure?" Li Yili raised an eyebrow.

"Confirmed!" Dante waved his hand decisively, announcing the end of the battle.

“Really? I think Ashley might like you even more because of that,” Anne nodded, resting her chin on her hand. “Don’t forget, she really likes Romeo and Juliet. The constraints of bloodline and the difference in status will only make her more eager for you to break through these barriers and come to her to express your love.”

Dante blinked, remained silent for a moment, then cautiously leaned forward and tentatively asked, "Really?"

You seem very happy.

"Isn't that obvious! I really like, no—I really love Miss Ashley!" Dante raised his hand and patted his chest forcefully.

“Huh? Really? It would be even better if you could say it to her face. This is a letter from the chalk circle,” Li Yili said, pulling out a pink letter.

"Oh oh oh-"

"These are all letters from the Cretaceous region."

Li Yili raised her hand and summoned colorful letters that rained down from Dante's head, quickly covering his ankles.

"By the way, none of these letters are signed," Li Yili flicked her finger, and the pink letter collided with a blue letter and landed on Dante's shoulder.

"Huh!? No signature?!" Dante was taken aback, immediately bent down to pick up the letters, and checked them one by one. After finding that there really were no signatures, he glared at Li Yili, "Could it be that you did this?!"

“I’m not that bored, but these young ladies who stay in the chalk circle and have nothing to do except attend tea parties like this kind of thing—” Li Yili curled her fingers, paused for a moment, and then snapped her fingers, “…a boring test of surprise.”

"See if you can find the one you truly love among all these letters."

Li Yili's lips curled slightly upwards.

"This is an unbelievably sweet trap!"

"But can you really enjoy such sweetness when you're stuck in the mud?"

Dante's silly grin gradually froze as Norman's voice echoed in his ears.

【war?】

Isn't that obvious?

Chapter 78 You just need to become the master of the Jurassic Circle.

“Dear Mr. Dante, this is not it—”

Dante carefully folded the pale purple letter and pushed it aside, then solemnly unfolded another rose-red letter, his brow furrowed.

“You really intend to find Ashley’s letter?” Li Yili bent down and snatched the letter from Dante’s hand with a snap.

"What else could it be! This, this is a test for me!" Dante immediately stood up and reached out to snatch the letter back.

“This isn’t a test, it’s just a boring game for rich young ladies who have nothing better to do. With such a big thing happening in the Jurassic Circle, you still have the mood to play with these rich young ladies,” Li Yili said as she turned to dodge Dante’s right hand and simultaneously raised her elbow to bump Dante’s stomach.

"Cough—" Dante coughed heavily, clutching his lower abdomen, his expression stiff. "This is important to me too, you know!"

"Besides, there's nothing I can do about it."

“Aren’t you Norman’s son, the godfather of the Mafia?” Li Yili raised the letter in her hand to Dante. “Go and be a little spoiled with your dad, and you’ll be fine.”

“Acting coquettishly—” Dante’s lips twitched. “Do you have some strange misunderstanding about the Godfather of the Mafia? It’s not just the Mafia, no, it’s the entire Jurassic Circle’s underworld that wants to do this. Even the Godfather Norman can’t refuse this business. If he doesn’t do it, there are plenty of people who are willing to do it. And the first thing they do after they succeed is to take him down.”

“Really? I thought all the thugs would give their lives for the Godfather,” Li Yili said, shrugging.

"Why do you think that?" Dante retorted.

"Because it's cool."

"what?"

“Ah~ Simply put, people need faith to live in this world. The more unstable the living environment, the more faith is needed,” Li Yili spread out the letter in her hand and shook it at Dante. “The faith of the Mafia is the Godfather. What the Godfather says is everything. What the Godfather points to is the future of the Mafia. Even if there is no road, we will make a road.”

Dante paused, thought for a moment, then crossed his arms and muttered with a disgruntled expression, "That does sound kind of cool, but—"

Dante suddenly raised his voice and glanced sideways at Li Yili.

"Unfortunately, this is the future the Mafia Godfather pointed out. Norman isn't doing this out of necessity, but because he cares more than anyone else. Everyone else is ecstatically waving their shovels to pave this way."