Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

After all, many thugs and hooligans are essentially a bunch of scoundrels who live day to day, which has allowed them to find their own organization and a way to make a living.

But this time is different, this time it's completely different.

A bunch of scoundrels from the gutter have actually bared their fangs at a lion!

This was not a simple attack on the police; it was a firefight after the Guards entered the scene!

This is a blatant violation of the state's machinery of violence; this matter will not end there.

But Hoshiguma still came to handle something that shouldn't have been her concern, because this wasn't an isolated incident. An undercurrent, just like these people who had been brainwashed by someone, was causing a bloody reshuffle in Lungmen's gray areas.

The leader of the Outer Ring Gang and his family have all disappeared. The leader of the Ursus Gang died suddenly a few days ago. The leader of the Black Hand Gang died in a car accident, and the perpetrator fled the scene. The real culprit has not yet been found.

These leaderless gangs either slowly perish in their own infighting or are gathered together by an unseen force, becoming increasingly belligerent and greedy.

Although this group of people were originally all bad people, at least they had the most basic sense of self-preservation and knew who they could mess with and who they couldn't.

But now this group of people has lost all sense of self-preservation and will even beat up the police. They've completely gone mad.

Even from the distorted face in front of him, Hoshiguma could see that the other party not only showed no fear, but was like a gambler who had bet everything, ferocious and ruthless, staring at him intently, wishing he could bite Hoshiguma to death.

"Miss."

Kenshin stepped forward to put the hood back on him, but Hoshiguma stopped him.

"No, it's alright. I've seen plenty of people who want to kill me. This is nothing."

"So how does he deal with it?"

"We didn't capture many survivors in that shootout... We handed them over to the Guard Bureau as a favor, and let that woman Jiu have a headache with the rest."

Ignoring the man who seemed to be on the verge of collapse and madness, Hoshiguma walked out of the room.

Now, this undercurrent is slowly dragging the underworld into the abyss. Although the gang is inevitably splitting apart, once the Guard Bureau gets a pretext... no, they probably already have one. At the moment of the shootout, they will have a pretext to deal with everything. They are probably thinking about how to proceed next.

At that time, the Guard Bureau won't care whether it was the work of another faction or not. They already wanted to deal with it, and now that they have a reason, why would they let it go?

Now, it is necessary to stop those lunatics from doing even more foolish things and to find a way out for those around them.

But, what should I do?

"Big sister, has the person in charge told us what to do?"

Not only her, but Ken behind Hoshiguma was also hiding his worries. Anyone in the underworld could see the undercurrent now. It was like a group of people crammed onto a raft. Before, they could barely get along because they saw each other all the time.

But now the raft is about to capsize, and everyone is trying to save themselves. Even Hoshiguma might have to find a way to make a living on her own.

"The person in charge... hasn't given any instructions on the next steps yet."

"But····"

"Ah, I know, I'm very anxious too."

Hoshiguma didn't hide her worries. Staying here for even a day was torture. It was like wanting to do something but not knowing what to do. If she just kept dawdling like this, she might end up accomplishing nothing.

Looking at the city sky, beyond the low-rise buildings in the downtown area, you can see a corner of the Guard Bureau building.

A huge Guards Department badge is also appearing at the top of the building.

Imperial Guard Bureau?

Suddenly, Hoshiguma seemed to have a flash of inspiration.

It's not really an idea, but maybe...maybe it's possible.

"Yan, do me a favor, quickly, the sooner the better, because nobody knows when... things will change in Longmen."

"You said it, and I will definitely do it."

Even if it means going through fire and water, Ken would do it, as long as it's something Hoshiguma asks her to do.

"Go get me some Guard Bureau uniforms, not many, but quickly."

"···well?

"The uniform of the Royal Guard?!"

P.S.: Recently, I've been doing a lot of research while writing, and I only realized while reading the text of Roaring Light that the name Beatrice appears in a dialogue. This means that Talulah Chen and Swire knew each other back in school, so I'm planning to give the loli version of Swire a little more screen time. [Heart emoji]

Section 68, Chapter Sixty-Six: The Interlude

"Ugh~ This is so hard to understand."

Sitting at the table, staring at a five-pointed star in one corner, as if branded with a hot iron, I felt a little bewildered.

Incomprehensible.

At least Yelena couldn't understand what Miss Sarkaz had said earlier.

Sacrifice is a technique for communicating with the soul.

If angels symbolize redemption, then demons are those with the eyes to discover.

Discover the eyes deep within the soul.

Because it involves making a deal with the soul, the devil can always easily see through a person.

But Yelena wasn't one of them, so she didn't quite understand the pentagram drawn by the demon.

If there's no reaction at all, then it probably means there's no resonance.

"Ugh... Resonance, what does that mean?"

Can't figure it out.

"Well, it's normal not to understand it now. Learning ordinary spells is a long process."

The metal hand rested on the girl's head, and Annina comforted her like a caring older sister.

After all, magic is something that cannot be easily learned simply by having talent or something else.

However, she didn't actually intend to go to the church in front of Yelena.

It's just a transaction. You give her what she wants in exchange for the child's new role. It's that simple.

There's no such thing as after-sales service for this.

Of course, it's not entirely impossible. If you're willing to pay a little more when buying something, then the merchant will naturally be happy to provide you with excellent after-sales service.

However, since the girl couldn't afford the extra amount as compensation yet, the devil naturally wouldn't offer any after-sales service.

"is that so·····"

"of course."

Displaying a ladylike and extremely approachable smile, biana's smile was like a spring breeze, easily winning the girl's heart.

After all, I'm teaching you someone else's lifelong skills "for free."

How could a demon lie?

Right.

Meanwhile, at the outermost edge of Lungmen, there is a place called the slums.

Infected people can be found everywhere, and Longmen, a transportation hub city with a large and diverse population, naturally has a significant number of infected individuals.

However, even though Lungmen is home to many ethnic groups, it is not a place where the infected can find refuge. The people here are just not as resistant to the presence of the infected as Ursus. These infected can at least set up small encampments in the outermost, poorest, and most unlit areas of Lungmen, or find a place to settle down in abandoned buildings.

Despair still pervades this place. Most of the infected are like walking corpses, living one day at a time, leaning against the wall, looking at the sky, their eyes cloudy and numb.

Those who fared slightly better found manual labor jobs on the outskirts of the city that barely made ends meet, since infected individuals are not all myasthenia gravis patients.

Isn't using your own strength and body a way to make money?

Unfortunately, the bodies of the infected are like unrecyclable waste; they can only provide physical strength, not physical intimacy. As a result, robberies are common here. However, when those vicious villains try to rob someone and then sexually assault them, they are often disappointed when they discover large patches of Originium crystals on the victim's clothes.

After all, people won't sleep with a dog that has smallpox, regardless of its gender.

However, due to poverty and complex security conditions, even the Imperial Guard has little power over this area, so the security situation here is predictable.

Poverty is the breeding ground for evil.

At that moment, several Sarkaz were staying in an abandoned housing area.

There were no owners here, and under the abandoned houses, homeless infected people gathered in twos and threes. They didn't care if there were a few more inhabitants, and the Sarkaz mercenaries didn't care who was around.

They are mercenaries, not pampered young masters. Mercenaries take on a third of the dirty work in this world.

Where did that guy go?

"They said they were doing it for extra money, and then they just disappeared without a trace."

"Hmph, maybe he died somewhere. Solo mercenaries never have a good ending."

Acerbic, mean, and utterly devoid of compassion—that’s the Sarkaz mercenary.

With only war and business, no Sarkaz person would give much thought to anything other than killing.

That's quite normal, if you want to know what kindness is in Kazdel, a land ravaged by war.

Let's count how many charred, unclaimed corpses lie in the ruins and trenches.

This is the price to pay for useless emotions.

However, they are still a team, so the most basic principle of trust is that the new leader still has a little bit of credibility when it comes to interests.

Just a little bit.

After all, the line between friends and mortal enemies is thin. Loyalty and friendship are limited to each other, or perhaps not even to each other.

"Shut up."

Suddenly, just as everyone was cursing the man for his incompetence, a deep male voice stopped them all.

It was a mercenary leaning against the corner of the wall, the whetstone in his hand sparkling against the blade.

"That guy might be dead, so the money has to be redistributed."

"How to divide?"

The man remained noncommittal; he was the leader of this group of mercenaries, temporarily.

He slowly walked out of the house, but the sun still couldn't shine on the land through the dark clouds of Longmen.

"It depends on how he died, how he died, and how we calculate the price. Of course, this matter can't just end there."

“I know that guy said he was going to earn some extra money. It seems he went to a gang in the suburbs. Their people came to discuss prices before.”

One of his men recalled.

"Then let's go there and demand an explanation from those Felin people. I paid you guys to come, and every death is a loss. This matter cannot be left like this."

As he spoke, the man picked up the long knife that was leaning against the wall.

"I'm leaving now, I still have things to do today."

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P.S.: I only found out these past few days that there's no full attendance bonus for signing a contract mid-month!!!

All that work for nothing! The full attendance bonus only starts from the first day of the month. So, for the last few days of this month, I'll just keep updating at 4,000 posts and wait for the likes. I'll start generating new jokes next month, since a full attendance bonus would be at least 2,000 yuan.

So for the next few days I can only update 4,000 words a day. Please understand. I'll be able to update 5,000 words a day next month. That's why there's no update in the middle of the month. This is such a tyrannical clause! Waaaaah!

I'm so poor, I'm about to starve, boohoo.

Some experienced writers suggested that I revise the earlier chapters, which I think makes sense. So, my task this month is to give more likes to the manuscript and refine the earlier chapters to make the writing a little better.

Section 69, Chapter Sixty-Seven: [Tracking In]

"good, very good."

"You truly deserve to be my ally; you've done me a great favor."

Looking at the portrait drawn based on the description, Kosicé looked with satisfaction at the facial sketch hanging on the wall.

The most likely successor to the Swire Group family would be the best trump card.

Inside the safe house, Duke Phildia from Ursus was admiring the sketch drawn from memory.