Sir! Don't close the net!

“You don’t look very happy,” Li Yili said, handing the letter to Dante.

Dante snatched the letter back with a displeased expression, his voice rising considerably.

"Of course! I went from being the son of the world's biggest thug to—"

Halfway through his sentence, Dante looked awkward, as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat. His gaze drifted back and forth between Li Yili and Annie for a while before he raised his hand and slapped his forehead.

“You became the son of a war trafficker, right?” Li Yili shrugged.

"Hey? What are you doing—"

"Is that so strange? Preparing for arms and expanding new weapons—what else could it be but war? Holding a fireworks display?"

"Uh..." Dante frowned, thought for a moment, and then pursed his lips. "Even if that's the case, so what?"

"What do you mean, 'how'?" Li Yili rolled her eyes. "That's your question, okay?"

"what?"

"Is the Jurassic Circle really preparing to wage war? Do you think they're aiming for the Triassic Circle or the Cretaceous Circle?"

Dante immediately fell silent.

What is the Triassic Circle? It's a refugee zone in the wasteland, a vast area with a large population. It plays the role of a junkyard in the wasteland, and nobody would start a war by seizing a junkyard first.

Therefore, if the Jurassic Circle were to prepare for war, its first target would naturally be the vassal state of the capital, Millennium, and the Cretaceous Circle, which, as a commercial circle, hoards the most important resources of the wasteland.

He was used to the habits of the Jurassic Circle thugs, and he knew better than anyone what the young ladies of the Cretaceous Circle would suffer if such thugs were allowed to break into the Cretaceous Circle.

The more Dante thought about it, the more agitated he became, so he squatted down and scratched the back of his head with force.

“Of course I know that, but what can I do? I’m not an ordinary resident of the Jurassic Circle; I’m the son of Norman, the godfather of the Mafia! I can’t betray the Jurassic Circle!”

"But I absolutely cannot let those bastards storm into Miss Ashley's garden!"

“wo~”

"What kind of reaction is that!" Dante glared at Li Yili, who had raised her hand as if to clap, and said unhappily, "No clapping allowed!"

“Oh—I thought you would simply become Ashley’s knight and fight against the Jurassic Circle,” Li Yili said, spreading her hands to her sides.

"Ha—I'm sorry to disappoint you," Dante sneered, turning back to continue sorting through the letters from the ladies of the Cretaceous Circle.

“No, I’m very happy. I would be very upset if you weren’t troubled by this,” Li Yili walked around to Dante, squatted down, picked up a letter and handed it to Dante, giving him a bright smile.

Dante's forehead veins bulged. "So? You can still help me?"

“Well—” Li Yili crossed her arms and leaned back slightly, “Helping others requires knowing how to help. Unfortunately, while your question is as simple as flipping a coin, you can’t possibly throw your own life away like a coin, especially…”

Li Yili paused, sighed with feigned regret, and shook her head left and right.

"You're going to die either way."

"Anyway, it's all cough cough cough—" Dante coughed heavily a few times, wanting to retort, but after thinking about it carefully, Li Yili seemed to be right.

If he stands in the way of the Jurassic Circle, he will naturally be slaughtered by the Mafia, who have obtained the legacy of the ancient gods who have unleashed their true power. If he stands on the side of the Jurassic Circle, as the son of the Mafia godfather, his love life will definitely be over. Even if he passively faces the war or even shrinks back to avoid fighting, he himself may become the target of the other side. If the Jurassic Circle loses, the residents of the Jurassic Circle may not be killed, but as the godfather's son and an important figure in the Mafia, he will definitely be dragged out and killed.

"Hmm—actually, I'm facing a similar problem, so I really hope you can solve it, give me some direction, or at least—"

Li Yili paused, then raised her hand and patted Dante on the shoulder.

"It can also help me eliminate a wrong answer, so you must keep trying!"

"Hey—is the blood flowing through your veins really human?!" Dante suddenly stood up, grabbed Li Yili by the collar, and shook her violently back and forth.

Yes, that's right.

Li Yili raised her finger and shook it from side to side.

"However, there are other ways to make a living."

"Really?!" Dante's eyes widened.

“You just need to become the master of the Jurassic Circle,” Li Yili said with a sinister smile.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Dangerous Illusions

"This is--"

Carly glanced up and down at the box in front of her, then looked at Nemo, who was holding a glass of red wine, with a puzzled expression.

These boxes appeared to be for them, but Carly didn't rush to look at them because Nemo hadn't said a word the entire time and was staring at the boxes with a frown.

Nemo paused in his swirling of the red wine. "The three-tiered...dominance."

After saying that, Nemo turned around, tilted his head back, and took a sip of the red wine in his glass.

It's clearly from the Millennium Capital, but it doesn't taste like the Millennium Capital at all.

After a moment's thought, Nemo poured the expensive red wine directly onto the ground.

Carly paused for a moment, then reached out and opened the box. The skinned animal inside startled her, but she quickly recovered, took a deep breath, and opened the animal's belly.

Even though Carly was mentally prepared, she was still struck dumb when she saw the guns inside the animal's stomach.

Indeed, with these guns, even a vagrant could rule the entire Triple Circle.

Carly didn't think she could get these guns so easily, and the source of these guns and the interests behind them were probably very complicated, otherwise Nemo wouldn't have shown that expression.

“How can we get these guns?” Carly closed the box and turned to look at Nemo.

Nemo raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. After thinking for a moment, he flicked his wrist slightly. "I don't know either. These are donations from the Jurassic and Cretaceous spheres."

"Donation?"

“The fire destroyed the food processing plant in the Triple Circle, and the food reserves in the Triple Circle are already insufficient. You should have noticed that the food in the cupboards has a different price every day,” Nemo raised his glass slightly. “The food in the Triple Circle was already exhausted before it was completely depleted.”

"Uh...is this philosophy?"

“No, it’s an embarrassing display,” Nemo shrugged, turning his right hand holding the wine glass outward. The butler, who had been waiting, silently stepped forward, took the glass, and then silently retreated. “But this is normal.”

Carly's breathing quickened, her hands clenching tighter at her sides. Nemo's contemptuous gaze gave her a dangerous hallucination. In the hallucination, she angrily opened the box beside her, pulled out a shotgun, and blew Nemo's head off.

This dangerous hallucination was like a seed planted in her heart, drawing upon her various negative emotions and taking root and growing, to the point that she began to uncontrollably look at the box beside her and actually started to glance at Nemo out of the corner of her eye to make sure that Nemo was hiding any protective gear.

"and so

"How much would we need to spend to buy these donations?"

After much hesitation, Carly gave up her unrealistic fantasies.

Nemo wasn't even wearing chainmail; she could easily take him down with any gun. But that would only be the end of it. After all, Nemo was just a knight, a future count. Killing Nemo wouldn't change anything; it would only make them lose their backer.

Nemo was taken aback, and looked Carly up and down with some surprise. "I didn't expect you to bring up the price yourself? That's really interesting. These are all donations, do you understand? You don't need to give anything to get them."

“That wasn’t donated to us either,” Carly said with an utterly indifferent expression.

After a brief silence, Nemo burst into laughter, clapping his hands vigorously as if applauding Carly.

“Carly, your name is Carly, right? Hmm, I’m really growing to like you more and more. You’re smart, and more importantly, you’re very self-aware. I like self-aware people; it saves me a lot of trouble,” Nemo said, hands on his hips, nodding at Carly after laughing enough. “You’re right. These donations to the Triassic Circle have absolutely nothing to do with the Triassic Circle.”

"Just as I said, when the Triassic Circle was facing a food shortage crisis, the food was already exhausted. Even with this donation, the crisis still exists, so the food supply is still depleted."

“These donations…cannot possibly reach you, the people in need, for free.”

Carly's eye twitched violently, followed by anger and a feeling of helplessness that made it hard to even breathe. "So, how much should we spend?"

“That depends on whether you want food or guns,” Nemo said, walking to the crate containing the weapons with his hands behind his back and kicking it with his foot.

"Gun—" Carly said without any hesitation.

Even with food, they might not be able to keep it, but with guns, the situation would be different.

"So what price can you offer?" Nemo sat sideways on the box containing the guns. "Let's get this straight, we're only helping you vagrants against the Triassic residents because they're on the side of the Cult of Steam and Steel. So, you understand what I mean?"

“I understand. If the residents of the Triassic Circle choose to support the Wasteland Royal Family, then you will simply kick us homeless people aside,” Carly exhaled heavily. “I knew this from the beginning.”

“That’s right. By the way, we won’t abandon the Triassic residents. The conflict has really escalated to the point where only one of the homeless or the Triassic residents can be kept,” Nemo winked at Carly. “The one who stays will definitely be a normal resident with a basic social standing who can bring benefits to the wasteland.”

"Of course I know that, hurry up and name your price."

The atmosphere of certain doom made Carly somewhat irritable.

“Let me think—” Nemo raised his finger and gently tapped his forehead. “To be honest, this is a difficult question. Do you homeless people have money?”

“But we have people,” Carly thought of Ryan.

Although she is now a spiritual guide for the homeless, there are quite a few troublemakers among them, and Ryan is the biggest one. She knows very well that Ryan has no intention of listening to her at all, and secretly uses her name to do whatever he wants and expand his own clique.

"You need something to critique the conflict between the Steam and Steel God Cult, right?"

“Of course,” Nemo said, spreading his hands to his sides.

"But if the conflict between the homeless and the residents of San Die Quan reaches an irreconcilable point, you will simply kick the homeless aside, even if it means losing their trust."

“If you put it that way… I personally feel very sorry, but my dear uncle probably doesn’t care at all whether the homeless support us or not,” you grinned. “In the end, things have come to this point, even if I kick you homeless people over, you can only smile and lick my shoes.”

“But the homeless will be like stray dogs with broken legs, timid and hesitant, and will no longer be able to create the conflict you need,” Carly said, her expression unchanged.

“That’s what I regret,” Nemo nodded.

"What if... all those homeless people die in the conflict?"

From Chapter 80 onwards, each of them will have a gun.

Ryan, chewing on a toothpick, strolled into the market, looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on a man who was stomping on a fish head.

Ryan raised his hand and beckoned. The homeless men behind him immediately nodded and scattered in different directions, waving their limbs in a rather exaggerated manner. The residents of the San Die Quan area in the market immediately noticed the homeless men. Ryan, meanwhile, discreetly sneaked to the fish stall and placed a pack of cigarettes next to the still-bleeding cutting board.

The fish stall owner, who was chopping up a fish head, raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by this?"

“Tickets? A small token? You choose,” Ryan pulled out a cigarette and waved it at the fishmonger. “I need fish from inside the Jurassic Circle.”

The fishmonger glanced at Ryan up and down, then slapped his hand on the cigarette pack, but instead of taking it, he pushed it back.

"What does this mean?" Ryan frowned slightly.

“Can’t do it,” the fishmonger said, bending down to pick up a large, wriggling fish, then sheathing his knife and slamming the fish’s head to the ground with a thud.

"I

"Can't even you save face?" Ryan's expression was rather unpleasant.

"Your face?" The fish stall owner grinned. "Even if a homeless person forms a gang, he's still a homeless person. You know better than me what a homeless person's face is worth in the Jurassic Circle. For your own good, don't mention your face anymore."

Ryan's eyes twitched violently, and the index and middle fingers holding the cigarette tightened uncontrollably.

He couldn't refute it; he had been in the Jurassic Circle and knew very well the attitude of Jurassic Circle thugs towards homeless people.