Ark, they don't revolve around you

He raised his glass of champagne and took a sip.

At this time, the well-dressed manager came over, held Zhuang Ning's right hand, and said sternly and angrily: "Sir, please leave immediately."

"Why?" Zhuang Ning was not surprised. He just put down the champagne and said, "I spent money anyway. Give me a reason."

"Reason? Then let me tell you." The manager said righteously, "Yesterday, someone saw you having a conflict with a family member. According to Volsini's request, people like you are not welcome here!"

"Family? Does that have anything to do with me spending money?"

Zhuang Ning said quietly, holding down Lappland who was about to take action, "I think you are looking for trouble."

The manager curled his lips and motioned the security guard to come over. He had many better reasons.

At this moment he saw Lapland's look of pity, as if he was looking at an animal to be slaughtered.

Zhuang Ning reached into his arms, took out a gun that had not been used for a long time, pulled the trigger mercilessly, and shot directly through the manager's thigh.

Blood was gushing out, but he didn't mind and fired the second and third shots in succession.

Until all the bullets were used up, the air was filled with smoke, and the loud noise even interrupted the actress who was still singing.

At this time, Zhuang Ning took the handkerchief, wiped the gun, and put it back in his arms.

He looked down upon me, as if I were looking at a fool.

"Who told you to come?" He stepped on the manager's hand and listened to his wailing. "Don't scream so loudly. I didn't hit you in the vitals. I can still remove the bullet by doing surgery later."

"Why don't you answer my question first? Who asked you to come?"

"Mr. Alberto will kill you, will kill you?!" the manager roared incoherently.

Zhuang Ning's face was calm: "Interesting."

He pointed at the box and said, "You kicked me out, saying that you were disbanding the family, but you were following Saluzzo's orders."

Zhuang Ning sighed, squatted down, gently pulled out the sword from Lapland's waist, and painted on the man's thigh: "I teach you a lesson because you violated the will of Lady Sicily and because you violated the original intention of this city."

"You listened to a family member, and you yourself have had close ties with Saluzzo since two years ago."

"Fortunately, I am a broad-minded person. If your actions just now were in other places, it would be a way to get yourself killed."

He listened to the manager's wailing and crying, and heard him constantly calling Mr. Alberto's name. He seemed a little bored, and glanced at the waiter who was already stunned: "Put some sugar in my coffee. Don't use three spoons, two or four spoons will do."

The waiter performed the task dully and then stood up slightly when he saw Zhuang Ning humming a strange tune.

He suddenly pulled out a huge megaphone and shouted in front of everyone:

"Sir Alberto, you must be here, right? Let's not play these boring scenes. The audience probably prefers to watch brain-splattering action scenes."

"I'll give you a piece of advice. Even if you surrender with courtesy, you will still retain your title of nobility."

"As for these stupid probes." He grinned, snapped his fingers, and an extreme sound burst out.

It was a sniper's gun, which instantly knocked down Alberto's guard and made a hole in his head.

"Look, I'm here to tell you that this isn't necessary."

Zhuang Ning changed his low profile from two years ago and picked up the loudspeaker and shouted:

"This manager is a beast, a parasite, and a bastard."

"But I'm not a beast, not a parasite, not a bastard."

"I am here to declare war on the Twelve Families. Well, not to declare war... I mean, to crush - crush the bugs."

When Zhuang Ning lifted the manager's collar, he fainted due to excessive blood loss.

"I will publish my address later. You are welcome to come and assassinate me."

"If you don't come over, I will."

"that's it."

He dropped the trumpet, took off the white gloves on his hands, and threw it gently into the air.

From beginning to end, Zhuang Ning's voice was very soft, as if he was not declaring war, but just a silly joke with a friend.

After doing all this, he straightened his formal clothes and prepared to leave in style, but his sleeve was grabbed before he left.

It was Lapland, she summoned her courage: "I have a question."

"what?"

"If it were you now, would you kill me then?"

Zhuang Ning smiled and gently stroked Lapland's hair: "No way?"

"After all, you are one of my best friends."

Chapter 3: Angel is unhappy

"Texas, have you watched the news? It turns out the Doctor has come to Syracuse, too!"

The Angel spread out the newspaper that was delivered to him. The headline was a few large and elegant words, coupled with the doctor's dashing back, it was quite eye-catching.

Texas immediately snatched the newspaper, looked at it for a few seconds and smiled.

"Would you like to come with me to see the Doctor? I haven't seen the Doctor for a long time. Come to think of it, the Doctor didn't bring anyone with him this time, not even a guard. He came alone!"

The Archangel had obviously asked the Rhodes Island office in Volsini, "This must be an accident, right? How could the doctor not bring a guard? I remember that the last time in Volsini, the doctor was often with you, Texas..."

The Archangel lowered his voice and peeked at Texas.

Texas returned to Syracuse about half a year ago.

At that time, she submitted her resignation to the emperor, but the emperor did not agree. He turned his head and thought for a long time.

"I think Syracuse is also good. Penguin Logistics cannot be limited to the petty Longmen."

"We have decided to expand our business. From now on, all employees will start learning Syracuse and part of the business will be transferred to Syracuse!"

The penguin really cared about his employees. Seeing that Texas had no intention of returning, he simply cut off his support and moved to Syracuse with him.

But Syracuse is not Yan, Volsini, and is never Longmen.

If Longmen is a chaotic torrent, it has become a huge dye vat due to its opening, and is inevitably stained with black.

The Syracuses have never been shy about it from the beginning. They are xenophobic and violent. They look like gentlemen, but they regard guns, crossbows and swords as indispensable. The Angel of Exiah is secretly worried that Texas will go down the same old path.

Texas looked out the window. The cirrus clouds were twisted and there seemed to be thunder roaring in the sky.

The sky in Syracuse changed, and her smile gradually faded. The girl was still so silent, like a sword hidden in its sheath.

"Someone once told me that if the doctor returns to Syracuse again, he will bring destruction." Texas said faintly, stroking his beloved sword with his white hands.

"...Destruction? Oh, yes, the Doctor has declared war on the Twelve Families—" Exiah's voice suddenly stopped, as if he understood something, and cold sweat broke out, "But I think that's just a joke, right?"

Texas said nothing.

In order to erase the uneasy feeling, Angelus forced himself to speak: "Texas, aren't you going to see the doctor?"

Texas' hands stiffened as he thought of the night at Lungmen when the blade pierced his chest. The shadow of the evil demon faded away, revealing the doctor's dazed face.

His stomach churning, Texas finally just shook his head, "If the Doc needs me, he'll come see me."

"If he doesn't come and we don't meet, that would be the best situation."

……

……

heavy rain.

Such rain was not kind to Rupert, and his sticky and wet hair was difficult to deal with.

A stylish and elegant coffee shop with quiet lights on.

Zhuang Ning was sipping his coffee when he saw the door being pushed open and the Rutland girl rushing into the cafe in a hurry.

"Doc, I'm sorry I'm late. I'm late for work!"

"That's not a rush. Here, a towel." Zhuang Ning handed over a towel with a smile. Thinking about it carefully, he had hardly ever met Archangel Exia, but this Sakota still looked the same as in his memory.

"Doctor, I heard that the whole city is discussing what you said before, that you declared war on the Twelve Families." Exiah was still laughing, "That's amazing. I also thought about this when I was a kid, defeating all the bad guys in the world."

Zhuang Ning put down his coffee cup: "Are they bad people?"

“Aren’t the people in the family bad?” The smile on the Angel’s face faded a little bit, and a little worry gradually appeared on his face. “I know you are very powerful, Doctor, but this is the territory of the Syracuse people after all.”

She deliberately used the more complicated Lateran language, probably because she didn't want outsiders to understand what she said.

The Angel is always optimistic, smiling at everyone and looking like a thick-skinned person, but she is very delicate at more critical moments.

"Doctor, do you really want to go against the Twelve Families?" she asked.

It was just a question, but his voice was tense. "The Twelve Families of Syracuse will kill you, Doctor."

Zhuang Ning looked at her: "Is this why you called me here?"

He stared at me and said softly, "Angel, are you worried about me?"

"Of course, Doctor." Exiah's voice was raised.

But Zhuang Ning interrupted her directly: "This is not your entire purpose. You want me to leave Syracuse. In the final analysis, you are afraid that I will disrupt my current life, right?"

He saw through the girl's mind at a glance and found it very interesting, so he crossed his legs and took a condescending attitude to gain the upper hand invisibly.

The Angel's expression changed slightly: "I don't think so."

"Of course you think so, dear Aneng, why else would you say that?" Zhuang Ning smiled slightly, "The last time I came to Syracuse, Texas and I were inseparable. In a sense, in the eyes of the family, I represent the power behind Texas."

"When I declare war on the Twelve Families, Texas will inevitably be affected. You don't want to see Texas embark on that path of killing again, right?"

"That's why you came to find me, even though we don't know each other very well." Zhuang Ning sighed.

The waiter brought the dessert and Zhuang Ning pushed it to Archangel. The Laterans' love for dessert is almost ingrained in their bones, and Archangel is no exception.

But looking at the apple pie, she had no appetite at all. She just lowered her head, clenched her ten fingers, and a sad look flashed in her eyes.

"Maybe I really think so, right? But I am also worried about your safety, Doctor."

The Angel of Power exhaled, "So, can you leave?"

Zhuang Ning's eyes showed a little more pity: "I started this vortex, can I take the initiative to retreat?"

"Why not! Doctor, what you said sounds cool, but soon those family members will come after you and Texas. Texas has finally..."