Sir! Don't close the net!

Previously, the Jurassic Circle and the Cretaceous Circle would jointly manage the wasteland. The largest violent group and the largest commercial group would not allow the other to develop recklessly in the wasteland. The best way to avoid unnecessary friction was through marriage, which is why he married Ashley.

Given the Mafia's armed forces and the legacy of the ancient gods that had unleashed true power, the Cretaceous Circle was at a disadvantage in the early stages of the alliance.

At that time, whether Ashley likes it or not, she will be tied up and sent to his bed as his wife.

The moment this dark emotion arose, Dante immediately raised his fist and slammed it hard into his own face. Because he showed no mercy, Dante fell to the ground with a thud, seeing stars, and it took him a while to come to his senses.

Dante lay on the ground, arms outstretched, staring intently at the ceiling.

"It's unbelievable that I still have such thoughts even now..."

Inside the chalk circle, Ashley was gripping her maid's shoulders, shouting in disbelief. Even when she was chased out by the Millennium guards, she hadn't been this shocked.

"Hey—there's no letter from Mr. Dante! Hey—why! Did you miss it?!"

“Even if you say that, Miss, I have been waiting in the church and I have indeed not received a letter from Mr. Dante.”

"How could this happen..."

Seeing Ashley's distraught appearance, the maid couldn't help but try to comfort her, "Miss, I think... you shouldn't—"

As if she already knew what the maid was going to say, Ashley immediately raised her hand to cover the maid's mouth and turned to look at Li Yili, "Mr. Yellow Raincoat, Mr. Dante must have encountered something very important to forget to write to me, right!"

After tilting her head and thinking for a while, Li Yili spread her hands and said, "I think even if he forgets to eat, he won't forget to write you a letter."

Ashley's eyes lit up, but she immediately became worried again.

"Really! But... Mr. Dante hasn't written. Could something have happened to him?"

Anne and Li Yili had somewhat subtle expressions, while the maid bluntly voiced what Anne and Li Yili were thinking.

“Miss Ashley, forgive my bluntness, ha... although it's not the first time, I feel it's necessary to emphasize this: Dante is the son of Norman, the godfather of the Mafia. It's possible that he will cause trouble for others, but it's absolutely impossible for him to get into trouble.”

Anne turned her head sharply to look at the maid who was standing upright, her mouth slightly open in surprise, but she quickly calmed down, pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head helplessly.

This is the most normal situation.

"Mr. Dante, you have changed."

Ashley's expression was extremely serious, but the maid's expression did not soften in the slightest.

"A rotten wound must have all the rotten flesh removed before it can heal."

“A completely rotten person can’t change smoothly. Miss Ashley, you should probably be a little more rational. Before he met Miss Ashley, he was a completely rotten scoundrel with no ambition whatsoever. Such a person can’t change without going through a death-like ordeal. And as the Godfather’s son, he’s destined not to encounter such an ordeal, much less…”

The maid raised her head and looked directly at the sulking Ashley.

"Because of meeting you, Miss Ashley, everything changed the very next day. He was just putting on an act to deceive your feelings with the help of his father."

“Well—that’s generally true,” Li Yili nodded after pondering for a while, chin in hand.

"Mr. Yellow Raincoat! Aren't you Mr. Dante's friend?!" Seeing that even Li Yili said this, Ashley raised her voice in dissatisfaction, "Why do you even doubt Mr. Dante like this!"

“Well…” Li Yili looked up, avoiding Ashley’s eyes, “It’s just a rational analysis.”

"Mr. Yellow Raincoat, do you think Mr. Dante was that kind of person?"

Ashley reluctantly raised her right hand and pointed at Li Yili's nose.

The maid shook her head and did not correct Ashley's unladylike behavior.

“Miss Ashley, the important thing isn’t whether Dante is that kind of person, but rather in what capacity he ultimately appears before you,” Li Yili sighed helplessly, hands on her hips. “Given the current situation, what capacity do you think Dante will ultimately appear before you?”

Ashley's taut fingers went limp, and her gaze slowly drifted away.

"A partner of justice in the Jurassic Circle?"

"still……"

Ashley lowered her right hand, raised her left hand to grasp her right wrist, and turned her face away.

Li Yili took a step forward and met Ashley's eyes.

"The son of a Mafia godfather?"

Ashley pursed her lips and remained silent, but that silence was tantamount to giving everyone present an answer.

"Only Dante, the son of the Mafia godfather Norman, will appear before you."

"The partners of justice cannot break down that wall and gate."

Chapter 150 Even a genius could foresee this.

Li Yili's question brought the atmosphere to a freezing point, and no one spoke until Annie finally broke the silence.

"What's wrong with that? Whether he's Norman's son, the godfather of the Mafia, or Dante, the champion of justice in the Jurassic Circle, those are just other people's opinions. Mr. Dante is Mr. Dante."

"why

Why insist on distinguishing between "you," "me," and "him"? And considering everything... isn't this a good thing? Dante, the champion of justice in the Jurassic Circle, won't have the protection of being the godfather's son anymore; he can definitely stand firmly before you.

Rebecca also stepped forward and nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, how can you completely sever all ties in this world? Even if Dante really wants to be a good partner of justice, he can't change the fact that he is the Godfather's son."

The maid remained standing upright, unmoved.

Ashley and the maid stared at each other for a moment, then Ashley lowered her head, walked to Annie's side, bent down, put her arm around Annie's neck, and stuck her tongue out at the maid.

The maid sighed helplessly, bowed slightly, and left.

Li Yili glanced at the maid's departing figure, put her hands on her hips, and asked, "Miss Ashley, so in what capacity do you intend to face Dante?"

"Tibor's daughter? Or a young girl who admires heroes?"

“Can’t it be both?” Ashley replied, using a similar argument to Anne and Rebecca. “Can’t Tipole’s daughter admire a prodigal son who has returned home?”

“Well, that’s fine, but the question is, do you want a result?” Li Yili stared into Ashley’s eyes. “You can’t possibly know nothing.”

Ashley pursed her lips and turned her face away, her clear eyes obscured by her drooping eyelashes.

Rebecca looked around awkwardly, unsure of which side to stand on.

“Of course—I’m just saying, after all, I haven’t experienced this kind of thing before, but I hope you and Dante can have a smooth time,” Li Yili said, raising her hands above her head and grinning, which made Rebecca, who was standing next to her, subconsciously rub her arms vigorously.

“Uh… thank you,” Ashley scratched her face a little embarrassedly. To avoid going back to the awkward topic, Ashley raised her hand and patted it lightly, looking apologetic. “By the way, I’m really sorry about today. I didn’t expect that something like this would happen at the Millennium Capital.”

“Ashley, this isn’t your fault. You don’t need to blame yourself. Nobody expected something like this to happen,” Anne comforted her.

“Yeah, yeah, who knew these bastards would suddenly pull this stunt,” Rebecca complained, putting her hands behind her head. “They probably kicked everyone out except for the residents of Millennium Capital.”

As she spoke, Rebecca turned her head and nodded toward the gleaming golden gate in the distance.

It's almost dusk, nearing the quietest time in the Cretaceous Circle. Even in the busiest parts of the Cretaceous Circle, the streets near the gates leading to the Millennium Capital are usually cleared out before a silent play is about to begin. But today, it's incredibly noisy. Not only are the residents of the Cretaceous Circle being driven out, but also many tourists from other countries.

While the residents of the Cretaceous Circle were still able to react, the tourists crowded together, angrily shouting and cursing at the tightly closed golden gate.

Of course, such cursing won't solve the problem. After cursing until their throats are dry, they can only face reality: what will they eat, drink, and live in before leaving the wasteland?

The hotel guests from different countries looked around, and finally turned their gaze to the street behind them, which was no less bustling than the capital city of Millennium. The neat and beautiful gas lamps were already lit, casting an orange glow. The shop doors, which should have had signs indicating they were closed, were now showing signs indicating they were open.

“Yeah, only a fool could have predicted this would happen and prepared in advance,” Li Yili muttered, picking her ear. “She’s really good at judging people.”

Rebecca, standing to the side, tilted her head, not understanding why Li Yili would suddenly say something like, "You're really good at judging people," but she wasn't the kind of person who was very curious.

Anne nodded thoughtfully, tilting her chin up as she gazed in the direction of the golden gate.

Inside the triple circle, Puss, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, stared blankly at the sky.

“Mr. Puss, you look distressed.”

Puss's pupils twitched slightly, his teeth clenching so tightly they almost snapped the cigarette in two, but in the end, he slumped his shoulders, raised his hand, and took the cigarette away. "Father, your appearance was certainly timely. Are you here to inform me that this farce is not going to continue?"

The priest standing behind Puss put his hands behind his back and shrugged, "I'm sorry."

“If an apology could solve things, I could apologize all day long, but it turns out that apologies only make things worse,” Puss stubbed out his cigarette against the wall. “Father, your apology has only made my already bad mood worse.”

“Mr. Puss, I’m here to…give you some advice,” the priest tilted his head.

"advice?"

"Tomorrow, no matter what you hear or what noises you make, do not leave your house. Lock the door, seal the windows, lie in bed, cover your head, and sleep until the next day," the priest grinned broadly.

“What would happen if I didn’t do that?” Puss stood up, turned to face the priest, and reached with his right hand for the revolver that had been moved to his waist and placed in its holster.

“Well… I don’t know,” the priest said, arms crossed, looking troubled. “Anything can happen, but… nothing will happen if you stay home.”

"Do you think I'd believe you?" Puss recalled the resentful look on Annie's face when she mentioned the Cult of Steam and Steel, and combined this with the fact that the escape of the Cult of Steam and Steel had led to the wasteland royal family and nobles acting recklessly, causing the entire...

The three circles were in chaos, and Puss's disgust for the Church of Steam and Steel, especially the priest in front of him, reached its peak.

Puss was certain that if the priest said anything strange again, he would be tempted to draw his gun and shoot the priest a few times.

“I hope you believe it,” the priest said, looking at Puss with great sincerity.

Puss stared into the priest's eyes for a long while before releasing the revolver. "No matter what happens tomorrow, I will not do what you said... hide at home and sleep all day, no matter what happens!"

The priest looked up at the starry sky. "No matter what happens... Mr. Puss, I really envy you. You can say 'no matter what happens' so easily. At least, I don't have that courage."

"Mr. Puss! Something's happened!"

Just as Puss was racking his brains for a sarcastic remark to the priest, an urgent shout rang out from behind him. Puss immediately turned around and stared wide-eyed.

The young man was carrying William, whose head was covered in blood, running towards him.

Chapter 151 Before the Birth of Responsibility

Lorne felt very uncomfortable as he walked down the street.

For some reason, everyone on the street slowed down when they saw him, their heads and eyes following him, just like when he and Sitch rescued the passersby who were being robbed by the homeless man in public. But Lorne knew very well that he hadn't rescued anyone yet.

Maybe I shouldn't be alone...

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Lorne shook his head vigorously, clenched his fists, and raised his head.

The facts have proven that the Self-Defense Force members are a bunch of cowards. Despite having so many weapons and so many men, they were silenced by Ryan and his group. It's true that the pressure from the wasteland nobles is immense, but so what! They've already formed a Self-Defense Force; how can they back down because of this little bit of pressure! Like him! Even if his gun is empty, he'll still patrol here!

Just as Lorne was inwardly criticizing the Self-Defense Forces for their cowardly act of bowing to power, a soft voice reached his ears.

"He was carrying a gun?"

“But he didn’t have a red ribbon tied around his arm, so he’s not a member of the Self-Defense Forces.”

"They're not from the Self-Defense Forces..."

Lorne stopped, frowned, and turned his head. He was about to loudly emphasize to the others that he was different from those cowardly self-defense forces, so he wouldn't wear those flashy insignia. Lorne had even thought of his lines.

Please believe me, I will protect you all!

However, before Lorne could react, everything went black as a sack was placed over his head. Before he could even react, a heavy blow struck his back. Lorne felt dizzy as his head hit something hard, and then the smell of dirt filled his nostrils.