Sir! Don't close the net!

“We have no connection with that guy and will never have any connection with him. Whatever she tried to do, she has already failed.”

Lorne, carrying a gun, scanned the area with his eyes wide open, but he was disappointed. Because of the presence of the self-defense force, the residents of the San Die Quan area walked the streets with ease, and the homeless people who used to swagger around looting and vandalizing were nowhere to be seen.

Lorne, who was looking for an opportunity to carry out justice, did not notice that the residents of the Triassic Circle would turn their heads and stare intently at his arm as they passed by, as if searching for something.

However, they did not find the symbol they were looking for.

The entire Triassic Circle seemed to have ushered in a well-deserved peace.

However, this peace lasted less than two hours before the wasteland nobles' carriage made a rather ostentatious entrance, with Nemo, dressed in armor, riding a white horse at the very front.

The undisguised commotion attracted the attention of the residents of the Triassic Circle and the Self-Defense Force, who all came out. Puss, who was in the lead, had an extremely solemn expression. No matter what medicine Nemo had bought in his gourd, it was not good medicine for them, because they... were not sick at all, and Nemo wanted to force these medicines on them.

"Ahem—first of all, I want to apologize for a few things!" Nemo's voice was raised high, with a very obvious pause, as if he was waiting for those present to relay his words.

"Regarding the previous fire at the food processing plant! The Cult of Steam and Steel has already provided an explanation, which is—"

Nemo spread his arms to the sides.

"They don't know either. To date, the investigation has yielded no explanation or solution. They've even started transferring their assets! They're abandoning Nemo and fleeing the wasteland!"

Puss's expression froze, and he turned to look at the church of the Church of the God of Steam and Steel not far away.

He didn't believe such a thing could happen, but he was even less inclined to believe that Nemo would dare to spout such nonsense at the entrance of the Church of the Steam and Steel God. Now, the most important thing was not the truth, but the impact it would have. If the Church of the Steam and Steel God were gone, the entire wasteland would be under the control of the royal family and nobility.

Just as their self-defense force achieved a partial victory, Nemo, representing the nobility, jumped out and declared that his power had reached its zenith.

"And what's worse! Because of the Cult of Steam and Steel's cover-up, the entire wasteland is facing famine! Of course, the royal family has promised freedom and peace to every wasteland resident, including the homeless!"

Upon hearing the word "homeless," not only Puss but all the residents of the San Die Quan community present felt a chill run down their spines.

"But this famine came too suddenly. The wasteland royal family cannot take care of everyone while solving the famine. Therefore, we hope that everyone will trust the royal family and nobles who are working hard and not engage in selfish behavior such as hoarding food, which will cause many innocent people to starve to death! Share actively so that everyone can have enough to eat!"

Nemo emphasized the word "trust" and spoke with great sincerity, but his expression was extremely arrogant; he didn't even look directly at anyone.

What Nemo said next was less a plea and more a threat, and it plunged the entire Triassic community into an icy abyss.

"Watching others starve to death is immoral and wrong. Even if such a person is robbed, robbed, or even dies... it is a very regrettable but normal thing, because such selfish people are always so hated."

Nemo smiled brightly, pulled on the reins, and turned the white horse around.

"The Wasteland Royal Family wants to correct the thinking of such selfish people, but they want to save and help those who are starving and freezing!"

"Come to me if you need help! I will give you..."

Nemo's sunny smile instantly turned incredibly cold.

"Everything I can think of."

Ryan, standing at the alley entrance, gaped open. His right hand trembled as he raised it and slapped himself across the face. The sharp pain brought him back to his senses.

It's no longer just about verbal support; the wasteland royal family and nobles have taken direct action!

Although Nemo said that anyone who needed help could go to him, he added a condition: that they must be starving and freezing. This was no different from simply saying that he only helped the homeless. Of course, the final word was still: "Watching others starve to death is immoral and wrong. Even if such people are robbed, robbed, or even die, it is a very regrettable but normal thing." That is to tell them that in the Triassic Circle, homeless people can rob, steal, and kill at will, and whatever happens, the wasteland royal family will intervene with a rather hypocritical attitude.

"Go...hurry up and go!"

Ryan suddenly turned around and ran wildly down the alley. Although the others didn't know what was going on, they still ran after Ryan.

Ryan had never been so excited, as if all his potential had been unleashed. In less than ten minutes, Ryan arrived in front of Nemo's mansion. Nemo was standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, as if waiting for something. Behind Nemo were several rows of boxes.

Ryan slowed his pace, panting, and hesitated for a moment, but the instant he saw Nemo looking over, Ryan was overjoyed.

His idea is correct.

Chapter 148 Absurdity

The peace that lasted for less than two hours in the Triple Circle was brought to an end by a piercing gunshot.

A wisp of choking smoke billowed like a flag, and everyone stared in disbelief at Ryan, who had come from Nemo's mansion, holding a shotgun high in his hand.

The most absurd things were unfolding before him in the most absurd way.

As the royal family and nobles of the wasteland, they collect taxes, yet they shelter homeless people who have no social value whatsoever, and now... they're actually handing guns to these homeless people?

What about those who work hard, enduring the wasteland's high taxes and social hierarchy?

A turbulent emotion was boiling in the hearts of the residents of San Die Quan. Neither the homeless people who were obsessed with the intimidation brought by the guns in their hands nor the residents of San Die Quan who were immersed in the question of what they were living for did notice that the wisps of smoke rising did not dissipate with the wind, but silently spread to the surroundings, the smoke as light as a veil flowing among them.

Ryan, supporting his arm which felt like it was about to break from the force of the robbery, arched his back, but he was laughing, and laughing louder and louder. The intense pain was constantly telling him that it was all real.

The incredible happened to him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Ryan's henchmen, guns at the ready, were eager to give the order once Ryan had finished laughing. But as they expected, Ryan waved his hand after he had finished laughing and said, "That's enough, go back."

"Okay, boss, we'll get right there... huh?"

The flat-nosed vagrant, who was about to launch an attack, froze, and his other henchmen were also dumbfounded. Ryan looked around at the residents of the surrounding Triple Circle and raised his voice.

"It's just a greeting!"

“We are not demons. Famine is coming, and we just don’t want to starve to death. So we hope that everyone will not be so selfish and cold-blooded and will help us.”

"We must trust the Wasteland Royal Family! They will surely find a way to solve the famine!"

Ryan paused, swung his arm up and down, and waved the still-smoking shotgun. "If possible, we don't want to make things too tense."

After saying that, Ryan raised his hand and led the other homeless people away triumphantly under the angry gazes of the residents of the Triple Circle.

After walking a distance, one of Ryan's underlings couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Boss, why are we just leaving like this?"

The other brothers nodded.

“We need to let them start to waver,” Ryan sneered. “Didn’t you see there are still Self-Defense Force members here? They have guns too. What if one of them impulsively starts a shootout with us? We need to give them time to weigh things up. The longer they have to weigh things up, the less likely they are to act rashly.”

The underlings suddenly realized what was going on. The one who had asked the question scratched the back of his head and then said, "How long will it take to weigh things up?"

“Tomorrow will be enough,” Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, before revealing a bright yet cruel smile. “Tomorrow, we’re going to have a grand victory parade.”

The underlings were stunned for a moment, then their eyes lit up. They remembered the humiliating parade earlier that day and thought Ryan wanted to get revenge and make things worse.

They wanted to retaliate against the humiliation, so they all raised their hands and cheered, but Ryan had his own ideas.

Whether Carly's act of ignoring everyone's departure was intentional or unintentional, the result was that the wasteland nobles, who originally only intended to provide language support, not only jumped out to protect the homeless but also directly provided them with weapons.

Clearly, the Wasteland Nobles value this matter highly, and they will increase their stakes to make it happen if uncontrollable circumstances arise.

The bigger the commotion, the more bargaining chips the wasteland nobles will have, and the less likely they are to be easily abandoned.

"Tomorrow... we must protect our heroine, Miss Carly, and make sure she isn't killed by any impulsive Self-Defense Force member."

Ryan raised his head, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"But regardless of whether it was the Self-Defense Forces or not, at that time, it would have been the Self-Defense Forces who did it."

More and more residents of the Triple Circle appeared in front of Diagon Alley, raising their right hands and shouting. Members of the Self-Defense Force, who had disarmed themselves, struggled to block the residents of the Triple Circle outside Diagon Alley.

"Mr. Puss, what do we do when there are more and more people?"

William shoved open the clothing store door and shouted at Puss, who was pacing back and forth.

Puss paused, scratched his head anxiously, put on his cowboy hat, let out a long breath, and nodded to William, "Don't worry, leave it to us."

William hesitated for a moment before stepping aside and lowering his voice, "This has become very complicated."

"I know."

Puss thought he was mentally prepared, but when he went out and faced the noisy Triassic residents, he realized he had been too naive.

Upon seeing Puss appear, the crowded Triassic residents erupted in a cacophony of noise.

"Just and righteous sheriff! Something terrible has happened!"

"Mr. Puss, please help us!"

"Mr. Puss, please give us guns! We need guns!"

The residents of Triple Circle desperately squeezed into the narrow Diagon Alley, stretching out their hands in a desperate plea for salvation toward Puss. For a moment, Puss had the illusion that he was about to be torn apart.

Puss wanted to turn and run, but behind him were people who stayed because they trusted him. If he retreated, the others would be forced to come out and face him. So Puss gritted his teeth and strode toward those hands with bulging veins that looked incredibly ferocious, shouting as he went.

"Everyone! Everyone, calm down! Our Self-Defense Forces will protect you!"

However, Puss's response not only failed to appease the anxious Triassic residents, but actually made them even more agitated.

"Mr. Puss! They have guns! Real guns!"

"Those bastards will really shoot at us!"

"Mr. Puss, we need guns too! Please! Give us the guns! We just want to defend ourselves!"

Puss was sweating profusely. He didn't even know what he had shouted. When he came to his senses, the residents of the Triassic Circle who had looked like they wanted to tear him apart had already left. The members of the Self-Defense Force who were responsible for blocking him were all dressed in rags, many of them with bruises on their bodies, and the others looked exhausted.

Puss forced a smile, wanting to say something to soothe him, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his throat burned and he couldn't make a sound.

“Puss… although you might not be happy to hear me say this, but…”

William handed a glass of water to Puss.

"Maybe we should give them the guns."

Puss opened his mouth, remained silent for a while before lowering his head, took the cup, and answered in a hoarse voice.

"I... will consider it."

Chapter 149 Heroes Cannot Break the City Wall

“My beloved Miss Ashley, I have always wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but in reality I am…”

Dante crumpled the letter in his hand into a ball and threw it away. After letting out a long breath, Dante helped himself up from the front desk, bent down and picked up the crumpled papers one by one, and threw them into the trash can.

Since he met Ashley, he had never stopped writing to her to express his love for her, but yesterday, he stopped, and Miss Ashley did not send him a letter either.

Think about it carefully. Ashley is the daughter of Tipor, the business tycoon of the Cretaceous Circle. How could Tipor not know the son of the Jurassic Circle Mafia godfather? How could he not know that his daughter was writing letters to people in the Jurassic Circle? How could he not find out about his past? And how could he... hide these things from Ashley?

"What's this? The truth is about to come out, so hurry up and apologize and admit you lied?"

Dante raised his hand and slapped his forehead hard, then gave a wry smile.

Perhaps because he was too tired, or perhaps because he was too desperate, all sorts of thoughts raced through his mind.

Before falling in love with Ashley, he was a complete good-for-nothing scoundrel in the Jurassic circle, not even a ruthless person. Ashley would have realized and understood everything if she had just calculated the timeline.

A thug with connections tries to woo a naive and kind-hearted rich girl by playing the role of a righteous hero in the Jurassic Circle, relying on his powerful father.

Perhaps the theme of the young ladies' tea party was to mock him, such a delusional rogue.

Since that's the case, why waste time? Just stick to your identity as a rogue with a good father and beg your old man for forgiveness.