Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

Even though the Guard Bureau did its best to suppress the news.

However, it still didn't have any good results.

And there's another important piece of information, which is circulating within the underworld.

That's Swire Group's youngest daughter, the future heir, who is now also kidnapped in the commercial building.

What the other side is up to is an open secret. These gangsters have gone completely mad, but the Guard Bureau doesn't know yet.

Hoshiguma's idea was quite simple, even very much in the style of the martial arts world.

Since the problem originated from within the gang, it should be resolved internally. The term "clearing out the gang" is commonly used even within triads.

To avoid provoking anything they shouldn't, these gray-area societies unite to eradicate those who act recklessly and without thinking, preventing the entire interest group from being implicated.

Now, the beginning and end of this matter signify that Longmen will inevitably undergo a major reshuffle sooner or later.

Those lunatics had no idea what they were doing or what the consequences would be, but now the normal people were no longer going to follow them into hell.

The world is about to change in Lungmen. If we can't seize this opportunity to find a new way out, even Hoshiguma will find it difficult to establish himself here.

"I don't want to go back in such a sorry state. The Oni people don't have the habit of running away with their tails between their legs."

"Is this... a surrender?"

"No, there's a word in Yan that I've always liked..."

It's called "The Pledge of Allegiance."

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"Let's throw the body out and let the Guard Bureau clean up the mess."

Clapping her hands, the girl put her silk gloves back on, concealing the grotesque mechanical arm within her sleeves and gloves.

"By the way... where's the main course?"

In the upper hall, several groups of people were gathered: gangsters, Ursus mercenaries, and Sarkaz mercenaries.

Koschche wasn't there; after all, he was a schemer who preferred to stay behind the scenes. Who knew what evil plans he was up to? This whole thing might just be part of a larger scheme. But Pianna didn't care. She just wanted to make some money from this and maybe lure out the main character she was going to face. That was all.

"Waaaaah!! Let me go! You bunch of bastards, let me go!!!"

Soon, a child's voice came from outside the hall.

She is the daughter of the Taigu family.

Beatrice Swire.

This is merely a prelude to the grander events to come.

The main course had just been served, and the Guards didn't even know it was coming yet.

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P.S.: I'm so sleepy. I had insomnia after staying up all night. I'll see if I can take a nap during the day to catch up on sleep. I'll die if I don't get some sleep!!!

By the way, Arknights actually updated! Nian's skin is so sexy, so sexy! It's a pity I don't have Nian [collapses]. I'm waiting for the story text this time. I really don't have time to grind the game anymore.

I have to say, the graphic designer really knows their stuff! I'm so happy! [hands on hips]

Section 94, Chapter 91: [Urban Legends]

A curfew was imposed, and roads leading to the main city were blocked.

It sounds like a very troublesome vocabulary.

So that's one of the advantages of living in a remote corner.

Whatever happens in the main urban area will basically not affect me, who lives far away from the main urban area.

Longmen, a clinic in the outer ring area.

Sodium chloride continued to enjoy its quiet and peaceful life.

An ordinary psychiatrist is enjoying yet another ordinary day.

Even if this day might not be ordinary for Lungmen, what does it have to do with her?

What does it matter to me whether I live or die?

I, sodium chloride, simply prefer a peaceful life, dislike intense pleasure, and naturally, I also abhor profound despair.

What I want is a peaceful life like this, to live like a plant – that would be the best.

Just like an ordinary person.

Although it is said that humans cannot suppress their instincts, just as they cannot suppress the growth of their nails.

But that can only be considered an unbearable extra desire.

She can still control herself without relying on those things.

This lonely clinic still has a "Closed" sign hanging on it today. If it weren't for the fact that she's incredibly wealthy, she'd probably be starving by now.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard outside the gate, the embarrassing Elafia was trying to amuse little Yelena.

The two of them seemed to be having a lot of fun.

That's it.

Anyway, now it's time to take a break.

After basically taking care of everything, it seemed like nothing much happened for a while.

Having both money and free time, that's pretty much it.

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However, not far away, someone was looking at the clinic with suspicion and concern.

The clinic is located in a small alley, and you would hardly realize that there is a clinic here if you don't look carefully.

There are no billboards or eye-catching signs; it's as if they didn't want anyone to know about their storefront.

Under normal circumstances, there's only one reason why those illegal clinics would do this.

After all, they don't want to attract attention but still need to keep their business running.

However, after the servants investigated, it was discovered that this extremely inconspicuous clinic had all the necessary permits and licenses.

That's somewhat incomprehensible, at least excluding all special circumstances.

"There is indeed more to it than meets the eye; I hope my old friend won't play a trick on me."

Without any subordinates with him, the elderly gentleman from Victoria set off.

The young girl had changed, but the old man remained calm and composed in the face of such a huge crisis, maintaining the utmost composure and aristocratic demeanor.

Beatrice Semiol is his name.

Beatrice Swire, the de facto head of the Swire Group, is his granddaughter.

As the de facto leader of a vast business empire, it would have been absolutely unthinkable for him to come to the outer ring area without his entourage.

But today is different from the past.

Just yesterday, such tremendous changes occurred one after another, and even he felt a pang of sadness at his own aging.

My daughter was taken away, and the villains were clearly prepared.

Perhaps they were eyeing the immense wealth of the Beatrice family, or perhaps they harbored ill intentions because of their high status.

But the fact is, that group succeeded.

The Beatrice family has weathered many storms and such situations have occurred before, but their tough stance means they never pay ransoms, even in these cases, and they always make the perpetrators pay a heavy price.

But this time was different. Unlike those villains who acted on impulse, this group was clearly there for some huge conspiracy.

Their behavior and style were nothing like those of ordinary robbers.

Reality drew the attention of the Guard Bureau, and then a sudden attack caused the Guard Bureau to suffer its biggest loss in history.

At this moment, the group finally dropped their pretense, blatantly hijacking the television signal and broadcasting their presence to all television viewers in the vicinity.

With this move, neither Lungmen nor the Royal Guard could tolerate the fact that the matter "did not exist."

Even if it were impossible to erase the message afterward, it would have become impossible from that moment on.

This case must succeed, because it concerns Wei Yanwu's prestige here.

This is a difficult problem to solve. For now, the Guard Bureau can only surround the area, but they can't come up with a suitable solution in the short term.

At this moment, the local Shadow Lord, the one who dragged the entire Lungmen underworld under his feet, known as "Grey Forest," who was also his friend, gave him a suggestion.

And this ingenious plan is...

Please hire someone.

We need a wise person to come out of seclusion and resolve this matter.

It sounded quite far-fetched, but Semiol didn't seem to fully believe in this brilliant plan.

After all, it was just too far-fetched. As the head of a business empire, Semiol was not superstitious. Although he did know many things that ordinary people would never know, this kind of thing... just sounded rather childish.

Should we find a doctor to treat this?

Although it sounds absurd, as the king of the underworld, Gray Forest's exit is a promise. Everyone can understand the weight of the Rat King's promise.

If he says the problem can be solved, then it can be solved. If he says it can be done, then it can be done.

In the gray area of ​​Longmen, the name "Rat King" is equivalent to the rules themselves. There is a prerequisite for the red lines that should not be crossed and the rules of the underworld that should be understood.

This is the rule of the Rat King.

That's why Semiol came here.

One reason is that it was the Rat King's suggestion, and the other...

He really couldn't come up with a better solution in the short term.

Without hesitation, the old man cleared his throat, straightened his chest and raised his head. His elegant suit and the short cane in his hand exuded the oldest and most luxurious aristocratic demeanor as he knocked on the clinic's door.

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"Speaking of which, Dad, do you also enjoy sharing these urban legends?"

Watching the steam rising from the teapot, the beautiful woman, wrapped in a purple robe, sat gracefully at the table in the pavilion.

The woman looked at the teapot, but asked a pointed question.

"Urban legend?"

Opposite the young woman, the old man Zalak, the ruler of the underworld and also known as the Gray Forest, seemed amused by his daughter's question.

"Why do you ask?"

"It all sounds like a boring urban legend. A hermit master living in seclusion in the city, who also runs a clinic in a corner of the city that is almost deserted. Compared to a hermit master, he seems more like a charlatan."

As he spoke, he tapped the papers on the table with his fingers.

That was the result of her investigation.

A young woman from Ursus, whose passport indicated she was Iberian, did not exhibit any significant racial characteristics as a doctor.

It might be an effect of Originium Arts, but what's more suspicious is...

This identity is just too perfect.

It is reasonable and the source can be found no matter where you look for it.

It was as if it had been specially prepared, since in this world, it's normal to have even the slightest doubt about one's identity.

But to have none at all is actually abnormal.

P.S.: Just woke up [sleepy-eyed]. I'll post two chapters for today, and three more tomorrow. I haven't been writing anything and have been sleeping the whole time [collapses].

Section 95, Chapter 92: [Get the Riddler Out of Gotham!]

This identity is just too perfect.