Chapter 87

Brother Dao did the same, instantly stopping and retreating.

"Uh~"

Seeing that she only burped and did not exhibit any other aggressive behavior, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After confirming that the silver-haired Female Lupo, was not carrying any other weapons, Brother Dao's tone became frivolous:

"Now that you're full, shouldn't you pay a price? If you serve me well tonight, I might consider not selling you, hahaha..."

Suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly.

Lappland clenched her right hand into a claw and stabbed at Brother Dao's neck with lightning speed. In just a breath or two, Dao Ge clutched his neck and could no longer laugh.

"Mmm..."

The major artery was punctured, and bright red blood gushed out from the wound. This horrifying scene left the surrounding Feline frozen in shock.

Lappland licked the blood from her claws, looking at Brother Dao as if he were a corpse:

What were you howling about just now?

After saying that, she walked a few meters away and picked up the strange longsword that had been thrown far away, all in full view of everyone.

Surprisingly, no one stopped them during this time.

"Do!"

Perhaps due to trembling hands, or perhaps due to excessive nervousness, one of the Feline pulled the trigger, firing a crossbow bolt.

Lappland took this as a signal to start a war, and drew her sword, charging towards the crowd who had not yet organized an effective counterattack.

Where the blade flashed, heads fell to the ground.

Although Feline had the advantage in numbers, they were no match for Lappland.

In a single encounter, four people were killed instantly, causing the others to lose their will to fight and flee in panic.

Lappland let out a chilling laugh, reaping lives with the grace of a waltz:

"Too weak, you are all too weak."

"Sleep well, everyone sleep well, ahahaha~"

"At least for now, you can have a beautiful dream."

When Lappland came to her senses, all the Feline lay motionless in pools of blood.

"Ooh~"

She was covered in blood, but her face showed a look of defeat and regret as she held her forehead with one hand.

Sigh, I got hooked on killing and couldn't stop.

I forgot to leave any survivors tonight, so I'll have to ask around for Texas's whereabouts again tomorrow.

"Puff."

She spat out a mouthful of blood to the side, unable to tell whether it was her own, the enemy's, or caused by Originium-related illness.

Lappland glanced down at her dirty clothes, then squatted down to put on Brother Dao's black jacket.

She felt no particular emotion towards the corpses of these Feline, just as she would towards the flowers and plants on the street.

Hey-hey.

Let's see what good stuff we can find tonight!

Lappland searched through the corpses one by one, as if playing a treasure hunt.

The search yielded several Lungmen Dollars, several tissues, twelve keys, five lighters, three packs of cigarettes, two condoms, a cell phone, and half a bottle of lubricant.

She leaped onto the roof of the shed and sat on the edge, her legs dangling in the air, swinging back and forth.

Lappland lit a cigarette, ignoring the strong stench of blood emanating from the corpse. He pulled out a lighter, lit it with a snap, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled.

"Phew~"

Lappland's exhaled smoke spread outwards, only to dissipate instantly in the wind. It was like a bond she shared with someone—unseen normally, but appearing with a single breath.

After the cigarette burned out, Lappland jumped off the shed.

She walked away with cheerful steps, then suddenly turned back and bowed to the corpses, like an actor taking their final bow, thanking the audience.

March 3, 1:37 AM

Upper City, the End of the Earth Bar.

"Um, I, I'm not drunk..."

Mudrock blushed, clinging tightly to its owner's right arm and rubbing against it with its soft, sharp tool.

With so many friends present, Shi Lei felt extremely awkward and turned to Lin Yuxia for help:

"Yuxia, she's drunk. Come quickly and help her. Take her home tonight."

"Okay, sure."

Seeing this, Exusiai Croissant with her elbow. She was struggling to suppress her laughter.

The Emperor wanted to stay and tally the revenue before leaving, and bid farewell to everyone, saying:

"Let's stop drinking here for today. Everyone should go home and get some rest. Penguin Logistics employees, being late tomorrow morning won't result in a deduction from your pay."

"Yay!"

Lin Yuxia helped the drowsy Mudrock to the back seat of the car, said goodbye to everyone, and left. Shi Lei also rode home in Croissant's orange pickup truck, under the moonlight.

139 The Rise of the Silver Wolf (4K)

March 3, Year 1095, 8:12 AM

The blood that had spilled onto the ground had all congealed, and a faint fishy smell still lingered in the air. The ten Feline lay motionless on the ground, as if they were completely dead.

Given the poor security situation in the Lower City, passersby unanimously assumed it was a gang fight. To protect themselves, they were unwilling to investigate, and even if they did see it, they would immediately choose to walk around it.

It wasn't until a man named Feline, who was out buying breakfast, discovered Brother Dao's body on the street that he was so frightened that he stumbled and scrambled back to warn the culprit.

Shortly after, a Feline, muscular man with a dozen or so henchmen arrived at the scene of the crime.

He stared incredulously at the scene before him, then knelt down and embraced Brother Dao's corpse. He pressed the man's cold head against his chest and roared in fury:

"That bastard killed my brother! Damn it, I will make the murderer pay with his blood!"

The henchmen went forward to examine the body and found only condoms and lubricant in its pockets. They reported:

"Boss, they don't have any money or keys on them. They might have been double-crossed."

Most areas in the Lower City lack surveillance cameras, making it difficult to find witnesses in cases of murder. The only recourse is the most primitive method: knocking on doors and asking around.

"***, you all go door to door and ask! I must find the murderer today and avenge my brother!"

The gang leader was extremely agitated and ordered his men to search the surrounding area, using the crime scene as the center.

Half an hour later, everyone returned to report.

"Boss, someone said that a silver-haired Female Lupo knocked on the door last night and asked where Brother Dao lived."

The gang leader clenched his fists, his eyes wide with rage, and said:

"Damn it, this is outrageous! After killing my brother, are you planning to go back to my house and wipe us out? Go find out where Female Lupo is. I'll rape her, then tear her to pieces!"

As he was giving instructions, Lappland walked over from a distance and politely greeted everyone:

Hey, hello everyone.

Last night, she used the key she had found to go directly to Brother Dao's house. During her stay, Lappland didn't see anyone else inside. She then washed her hair and took a shower in the bathroom, washing away the grime she had accumulated over the past few months in the wasteland.

I've traveled all the way to Lungmen to see Texas. It would be extremely impolite to appear before her looking disheveled.

Lappland also took out a white shirt from the closet and changed into it, covering it with Brother Dao's black jacket.

After a good night's sleep, she went out to ask the nearby residents for news about Texas. But they seemed very resistant to strangers and avoided her at all costs.

Lappland was also unpopular in Syracuse and had long been used to being ostracized by outsiders.

She figured that if she wanted to gather information, she should find someone she could talk to, so she returned to the crime scene.

This bizarre thought process of killing someone and then questioning the victim's family seems like that of a madman. But upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem to have any problem.

After all, if they can talk to someone, they can use force to extract information about Texas's whereabouts.

No problem.

"I'm so angry!"

The gang leader stared at the approaching silver-haired Female Lupo, his pupils widening instantly. He looked at the familiar black jacket, and a surge of anger welled up inside him.

Not only did they kill my brother, but they also went into my brother's house, wore my brother's clothes, and slept in my brother's bed.

Now they've even come looking for us; this is simply outrageous!

The gang leader's eyes burned with fury at the loss of his brother, and he charged forward with a machete in hand.

Lappland gave a friendly smile and dodged the attack. Instead of retaliating, she politely asked:

"Don't rush me, I want to ask you something. Let's talk after I've asked you, okay?"

"You're asking me, I'll f*** you, you bastard!"

Amidst a barrage of profanities resembling those in a telegram, the gang leader launched a reckless and frenzied attack. His objective was clear: to kill her and avenge his brother.

"You son of a bitch, you bastard!"

Lappland noticed there were other people present, so he didn't need to communicate with him. He then stopped holding back and decapitated the gang leader in a single move.

The henchmen stared in disbelief at the headless corpse gushing blood, their expressions varying as they were utterly dumbfounded.

The boss is so big, how could he be killed so easily?

A bespectacled man named Feline frowned, his expression changing drastically upon discovering the black Originium on her leg.

No wonder he was so powerful, he was infected!

The fact that they could instantly kill someone without using Originium Arts demonstrates just how vast the difference in strength between the two sides truly is.

Lappland had crossed mud pits in the wasteland, leaving her legs covered in mud. Now that she had washed her legs clean, the black Originium stood out prominently.

Seeing the other person approaching with a smile, Spectacled Feline felt the threat of death. His mind raced, and he suddenly knelt down with a thud:

"Boss... Boss, hello boss!"

Lappland's smile deepened as she scrutinized the Spectacled Feline with great interest.

"Heh, I don't even know you, how did I become your boss?"

Spectacled Feline trembled with tension, pointing to the headless corpse of the former boss, and protested:

"The Lower City is a dog-eat-dog world; whoever has the strongest fist gets to obey. Our boss once laid down a rule: whoever defeats him will become the next leader of the Gray Gang. Now that you've killed him, you're our boss!"

One of the Feline, looking puzzled, muttered to himself:

"Hey, did the boss mention this?"

Feline, who was standing next to him, was startled and quickly tugged at the other person's clothes, frantically giving him meaningful glances.

Are you fucking a **?

This Female Lupo killed the boss with just one move. Now, if we don't recognize her as the boss, everyone will die. If you want to die, go ahead and die, don't drag the rest of us down with you.

The twelve Feline gang knelt down one after another, swearing allegiance to the silver-haired Female Lupo: "By the Gray Gang Boss..."

Please accept my bow!

Lappland smirked, finding these guys rather interesting. She was actually experiencing a tradition in Lungmen that was similar to that of Syracuse.

Really.

The law of the jungle applies everywhere.

Lappland flicked the blood off her weapon, wiped it with the gang leader's clothes nearby, and asked: