Ark, they don't revolve around you

It was no longer a mechanical and cold voice, but a stammering of suppressed anger.

"Do you know how many people want my head? Do you know that in Kazdel, in Columbia, and even in Longmen, the reward for my head is quite considerable?"

"But so far no one has been able to succeed. Why? Are they weak?"

Zhuang Ning took a step forward with his hands in his pockets. He didn't even have any hatred towards the girl who risked her life to rush to the rooftop just to kill him. He just felt bored and sad.

"Because they are incompetent, they are weak, they are good for nothing, and in my eyes, there is no difference between you and them..."

"You are also a weak person, Lappland. I am willing to give you my sympathy. Why don't you accept it?"

"Texas, Texas... You can only use these four words to confuse yourself, ha, ha ha..."

The drones gathered into a strange shape. The man in black turned all his darkness into tangible malice, "Stop barking in front of me."

At that moment, dense light burst out from the drone, and Lappland had no time to dodge and was hit by all of it.

——Lapland opened her eyes in a trance.

It was that dream again. In the past two years, she had forgotten how many times she had had a similar dream.

The despair in the dream, facing the doctor was like facing an unclimbable mountain.

The higher you climb, the less you can see the end. You can only glimpse his kindly hidden terror from a corner.

Lappland fumbled, no blood was drawn, but the phantom pain was still there.

If Zhuang Ning had not chosen to hold back at the last moment, would he have really died there?

"Are you having a nightmare?" A low voice came from beside me.

She turned her head and saw Texas in a blood-red dress. The girl had a letter in her hand. Although it was unbelievable, even after returning to Syracuse from Longmen, Texas still adhered to her virtues as a Penguin Logistics employee.

Lapland shrugged and smiled, took the letter and said, "It's not a nightmare, it's a sweet dream, it's a pity that I woke up too early..."

She looked at it carefully, her eyes fixed on it, and she took out her lighter.

A column of blue flame shot out and ignited the letter. Looking at the smoke rising, Lappland smiled more and more proudly.

Then she took out the two knives and began to sharpen them.

"Are you going to kill someone again?"

"Correct."

"Who are you killing for?"

Lapland turned his eyes back, with a hint of helplessness and pride in his smile: "Someone we all missed."

……

……

The latch of the gate swung aside, and when Alberto Saluzzo entered he saw that he was the last to arrive.

"You're late." said one, his eyes as dark as fire.

Alberto pretended to ignore it, but walked to the only empty seat.

After the once powerful Bellone disappeared and Lady Sicily disappeared, Saluzzo became the most powerful in the family.

That position also represented the tacit approval of all the family members, and Alberto Saluzzo was the head of the Mafia.

The room was very dark, modeled after the ancient Senate. There was a silver bell in front of each person, which needed to be rung when speaking.

The first silver bell rang: "Even if Lady Sicily is not dead, she is no longer able to control her power."

"Some people thought so before." The slightly more flamboyant man rang the bell, "For example, Texas, but they were destroyed."

"Texas was destroyed ten years ago. Are we still dwelling on the past? No, absolutely not!" The old man could not suppress his excitement and joy. "This is an opportunity given to us by God."

The room became noisy. Although the people present had different powers in terms of size, they did belong to the "Twelve Families", which meant that they were the actual rulers of this country.

Unlike other countries, in Syracuse, the superficial government is just a tablecloth that can be changed at will. The families that control buildings, agriculture, water sources, hospitals... and almost all resources are the real masters of Syracuse!

However, for the past sixty years, almost everyone has lived in the shadow of Madame Sicily. Now that they are finally freed from fear, how can they not be excited?

At this moment, Alberto stood up.

He didn't even ring the bell. He looked down at them, holding an orange in his hand. The flesh inside the orange was bright red like blood. "Everyone, I have a question."

"Mr. Saluzzo, what's your question?"

"Yesterday, there was a public case in Volsini where a murderer stabbed someone with a crossbow in broad daylight. I want to know which family did this."

After a moment of silence, a man stood up and said, "It's me. I will never tolerate traitors. I need to execute traitors openly."

"Oh...it's you." Alberto seemed to stretch out his hand.

It seems like there is an afterimage, or like an illusion.

In just a blink of an eye, a bloody heart was held in his palm. No one could see clearly how Alberto Saluzzo acted. This cruel man liked to dig out other people's hearts to show his majesty.

The heart in his hand was still gushing with blood, and Alberto crushed it.

He watched the leader of that family fall and said softly, "The Doctor is back. You shouldn't provoke him."

With just this sentence, the rest of the people stopped complaining about Alberto's actions and instead their faces stiffened.

It was as if I saw a familiar demon, and I couldn't stop trembling and feeling fear.

"The Doctor...is he really back?"

"Yes, he must have his own ideas about Syracuse. Rumor has it that he originally wanted Texas to stay in Volsini, but the woman refused him."

The sounds echoed one after another.

Alberto Saluzzo looked at them one by one and saw anger, anxiety, and more...fear in their eyes!

No one will forget the battle of the command tower two years ago.

Even with all the strength of the twelve families, they still failed to conquer the city after five days. Finally, the wolf lord named Zaro became angry and summoned his own wolf pack to slaughter the entire Volsini, but he was still defeated.

Who could not be terrified of a man like that?

"We must unite and never allow another Sicilian lady to appear." Alberto glanced at everyone, his gloves still stained with blood. "No one is allowed to withdraw until we have completely dealt with that doctor."

"Who agrees? Who objects?"

There was no sound, but a hint of pride appeared on Alberto's face. He proved with his high profile that he was the temporary leader of this group of people.

"We must not go to war with the doctor unless it is absolutely necessary. What we need to do first is to find out the doctor's true strength."

He thought that only by being cautious could one live longer.

……

……

In a box covered with crushed red velvet carpet and illuminated by a crystal chandelier.

Zhuang Ning looked down at the opera below and listened to the actors singing "The Wolf Mother of Seven Hills" in coloratura.

This is a reserved item of Syracuse. Zhuang Ning had seen it once before, but found it really boring.

Maybe he was just a vulgar person who preferred watching movies? Even if he admired the skills of the actor below, he was still somewhat bored.

The box waiter glanced at him, then lowered his head and found the theater manager.

"Is this the man called Zhuang Ning?" The manager frowned. He had checked the information of this person and only came up with the so-called doctor who was the head of a company in Rhode Island.

Zhuang Ning was used to keeping a low profile, but the manager didn't know that. He even promised the people around him eagerly, "If Mr. Alberto hates him, you don't have to come in person. I can handle it myself!"

"I will severely humiliate him in front of everyone!"

Alberto waved his hand and suddenly noticed a white shadow.

It was a girl, dressed up beautifully, and also cleverly used makeup to cover up her wounds.

"Lappland, my daughter." Alberto lowered his brows, "You are back as expected."

In the box, Zhuang Ning greeted her: "Lapland."

The girl lifted her skirt and behaved politely, like a girl from an aristocratic family.

But if someone really thought so, he would surely die without a burial place. Under that kind smile, there were more than hundreds of tears of blood on her hands.

"Doctor, can you also read the pattern?"

"We should always respect those ordinary people who put all their efforts into reaching the pinnacle of their craft."

This was a very high-sounding statement, but what could he do? Laplande had no choice but to watch with Zhuang Ning.

The story of the opera is not complicated. It is nothing more than a wolf mother raising seven children and placing them on seven hills.

As a result, the children of the Seven Hills were not harmonious, and they fought against each other, and some even targeted the wolf mother.

In grief, the wolf mother ran towards the moon alone and turned into the moon's shadow, thus giving rise to the legend of the twin moons.

Zhuang Ning was not interested in such myths and stretched lazily.

But when he saw that look, Lappland felt a little shudder in his heart, as if there was a fire burning in his heart.

On that rainy night two years ago, it was this man who swung his fist in anger and hit her dying head.

If I put in just a little more strength, I would be able to kill myself.

But the anger in that fist gradually faded away, and finally turned into a hug.

He held an enemy in his arms, a wolf that wanted to kill him, and he gnashed his teeth.

At that time, Laplande personally experienced the distortion of this man, which was far beyond her understanding, even a greater shadow than Texas knew.

At that time, Laplande was certain that only this man could bring destruction to Syracuse. In front of him, he and Texas were just mortals!

Sure enough, this person has become what she expected.

"Have you sharpened the knife?" Zhuang Ning asked calmly.

"of course."

"That's good. There will be a lot of battles later, but don't take it too seriously. Cleaning up some garbage is not necessarily more interesting than watching a boring opera." Zhuang Ning smiled slightly.

"Boring opera? You're the one that made me respect her."

"I respect this genre that has been around for a long time and the actors who have devoted all their efforts to studying it, but that doesn't mean I like this play."