Chapter 90
A Mao is Feline native of the Lower City, and after growing up, he and his best friend established the Dragon Tiger Gang.
Actually, there was neither a dragon nor a tiger in the gang. Back then, we were young and just wanted a cool name.
Three years later, and then another three years later, after six years of growth, the Dragon Tiger Gang had grown from just two people at its inception to a force of sixty-five. They not only bought outright mahjong parlors but also provided security for several gambling dens.
Life was getting better and better, and there was more and more hope for the future. But when A Mao returned from running errands today, he received the devastating news that his best friend and gang members had been killed.
The chaotic state of the mahjong parlor made him feel as if he could hear his heart shattering. The surviving gang members either fled or scattered, leaving the Dragon Tiger Gang a mere shell of its former self.
Seeing his years of hard work destroyed in an instant was a devastating blow for A Mao. However, given his abilities, he knew he couldn't possibly avenge himself against the Silver-haired Lupo.
Ah Mao took out all the money from his card to visit the underground emperor of the slums—the Rat King, Lin Ge Rui.
He believed that this living legend would surely be able to take charge of his own destiny!
"Da, da."
A Mao turned around at the sound and saw an Old Man with a rat-like head and a kind face. The man, leaning on a cane, sat down on the opposite sofa, showing no signs of imperial bearing.
"Is there something you need from me this time?"
Perhaps he didn't hear clearly, or perhaps he was nervous. A Mao gave an irrelevant answer, instead talking about how difficult it was for him and his best friend to develop the gang to its current size.
We talked about some trivial matters and the glorious past, but we couldn't quite grasp the main point.
Lin Gerei did not interrupt, listening silently throughout, his expression revealing no change in emotion. He twitched his right index finger, signaling the maid to pour tea for the other person.
"Ah, thank you!"
A Mao took the hot tea and blew on it repeatedly. After taking a small sip, her tense emotions were greatly relieved.
"You have to help me get justice! I have no other choice but to come to you. Just give me a price. I want that damned Lupo to pay for his crimes and suffer the consequences!"
A Mao might be a bit too self-conscious, and his way of speaking is also strange, making it seem like others owe him something.
The reason Lin Gerei didn't lose his temper was entirely because this kid bore a striking resemblance to Feline old friend from years ago:
"You keep saying you want me to give you justice. But you have no respect for me at all. You not only don't use any honorifics, you don't even use the word 'you' (formal) properly. You just keep complaining about your past and your miserable experiences, and you even make demands of me."
"Ah, this..."
A Mao suddenly realized the problem and lowered his head to sincerely apologize:
"I'm sorry, Rat King, I was wrong. Could you please do me a favor and restore justice to this world?"
Lin Gerei did not point out any errors, but promised A Mao that he would send someone to handle it. He then picked up his teacup, indicating that the guest should be seen out.
Even if this kid didn't come to the Lin Residence, the infected people who wreaked havoc in the Lower City must be taken seriously.
He summoned his men and telegraphed Mudrock to return immediately.
With so many people in the Lower City, it's normal for a new talent to emerge from time to time. To minimize unnecessary losses, it's best to let the infected handle their own affairs.
Half an hour later, Mudrock, wearing a hazmat suit, arrived at the scene and entered the Lin Residence's main hall.
She earns a tax-free monthly salary of 200,000, which is definitely not for nothing. Besides managing the infected under the gang's command, she is occasionally assigned other tasks.
Mudrock was mentally prepared for this, so it came fully armed to obey orders:
"Old Mr. Lin, what brings you here?"
Lin Gerei had never seen the Female Lupo before, which limited the information he had:
"In District 22, a female Lupo infected person, suspected to be an outsider, killed eight small gang leaders in one day. Her name and code name are currently unknown, only that she has silver hair and carries a strange weapon that looks like a longsword. Take a group and go there to capture her. If it's too difficult, you can choose to kill her. This person is quite capable, so don't underestimate her."
If something were to happen to Mudrock, Shi Lei would definitely blame himself, which is why he specifically reminded him.
"Yes, Old Mr. Lin, is there anything else you need? If not, I'll set off now."
March 3, 5:45 pm
Lappland
He sat on the edge of the rooftop of a three-story building, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Vast stretches of fiery clouds stretched for thousands of miles, creating a beautiful spectacle.
But her mind wasn't on that; she was gazing at the many tall buildings in the Upper City East Side in the distance.
Lappland's right wrist was wrapped in several bandages as he puffed on a half-smoked cigarette. The abrasion was the result of an attack he suffered after letting loose at the mahjong parlor.
The wound isn't deep, but it will leave a scar. It should heal in about a week, so it's not a big problem.
Today, we swept through eight strongholds and had the Silver Wolf Gang members take away all the money they found.
Spectacled Feline said that bribing the guards at the checkpoint to let you through to the Upper City would cost about 400,000 Lungmen Dollars. For a gang of about 100 people, one job would be enough.
Aside from setting aside some money to buy a suit and gifts, she gave the rest to Spectacled Feline.
"Phew~"
The wisps of smoke pulled away her thoughts, reminding Lappland of the scene she had seen on television that afternoon.
Put your arm around my shoulder?
Texas wasn't like this before.
Did she abandon her former identity after arriving in Lungmen, wanting to start a new life here?
Ha, that's a pretty nice idea.
Blood is thicker than water, Chelinina. The fact that you are a descendant of Texas cannot be changed.
Even if you change your name and identity, you are still Chelinina Texas.
The Texas of today is not the Texas of the past, much less the Texas she wanted to see. If Texas's edges have been worn down by an overly comfortable life, then Lappland will definitely change her until she becomes the Texas she once was.
Because the rooftop lacks a canopy, there is a lot of standing water on the moss-covered ground.
As Lappland tossed away his cigarette butt and stomped it out, he noticed ripples appearing in the nearby puddle, as if it had been subjected to some kind of strong vibration.
As the ripples appeared more and more frequently, a deep, muffled sound entered his ears.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
It felt like someone was banging a giant hammer on my heart, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.
Lappland heard the sound coming closer and closer, and it felt like something heavy was stepping on the ground.
She was very curious and went back to the edge of the rooftop to crane her neck to get a better look. Her moving gaze met that of the burly man with a hammer riding on the Redstone Golem.
The Mudrock was discovered at the same time Lappland, and the identification was based on its physical characteristics.
A woman, silver hair, Lupo, an infected person, and strange weapons—all fit the bill.
It seems that today's opponent is her.
143 A slight doubt
The infected accompanying them quickly spotted Lappland on the rooftop of the low building directly in front of them:
"Captain, look over there!"
Mudrock, perched on the Redstone Golem's shoulder, had already spotted the other party and didn't need to wait for his subordinates to report:
"Hand her over to me, and you surround her."
"Yes, Captain!"
As the saying goes, king against king, general against general, soldier against soldier.
This encounter will definitely be a clash between the main forces and the main forces.
The infected individuals moved swiftly and decisively, circling around the narrow road. While surrounding the low-rise building, they also evacuated nearby residents to avoid being accidentally injured.
Lappland flipped and leaped onto a crooked tree nearby. She landed safely on the ground, standing directly in front of the Mudrock and Redstone Golem.
Killing Tribe Members in Syracuse would bring retaliation, let alone in the Slums of Lungmen. She had killed eight people in one day, so she was already mentally prepared to face the enemy.
In comparison, Mudrock was practically devoid of any murderous intent. Even during the time when he led everyone on their escape through the Ursus Icefield, he mostly injured people without killing them.
"Thump."
She leaped from the Redstone Golem with a dull thud. Before the battle, she attempted to persuade him to surrender.
"You're the one who killed multiple gang leaders and turned District 22 into a Lupo, right? If you surrender now, I might spare your life."
"Oh."
Lappland sneered and retorted with the same words to show her attitude, "If you surrender now, I may spare your life."
While she was speaking, she didn't forget to secretly observe her opponent.
Beneath this massive red stone should be the opponent's Originium Arts summon. Being hit by something that big is no joke.
As the owner of a summoned creature, wearing heavy protective armor is bound to arouse suspicion.
Lappland, with her extensive combat experience, devised a way to defeat the enemy in just a few seconds.
Fighting summoned creatures is pointless. Even if you defeat the Redstone Golem, it might just summon more. You're better off saving your energy for the hammer-wielding giant.
As the saying goes, "to catch a thief, first catch the king," meaning you must learn to identify your primary target. Lappland has been doing this all along, trying to avoid wasting effort.
The burly man's heavy armor likely makes him vulnerable defensively. If we can find a way to get around to the back and take him out, this massive Redstone Golem will be useless.
When Mudrock heard the other party retort with his own words, he knew that the attempt to persuade him to surrender had failed. He gripped the hammer handle tightly and said:
"Alright, then I'll have to offend you."
She assumed a fighting stance, silently praying that Shi Lei, far away in the Upper City, could protect her and provide her with unwavering courage.
"Thump, thump~"
The Redstone Golem are enormous and very imposing.
Even walking can create a great deal of noise.
But Lappland showed no fear when facing it. The Redstone Golem sacrificed its movement speed for its immense destructive power. Her advantage lay in her agility, allowing her to dodge in time.
"Thump, thump~"
As the Redstone Golem took a step forward, Lappland leaned her entire body down. She lowered her center of gravity, attempting to use a short burst of speed to cross over from the side.
To everyone's surprise, the Redstone Golem's upper limbs were not nearly as slow as it was when walking. It was just that its movement speed was very slow, but its attack speed was not much slower than that of a normal attack.
Seeing that the other party was trying to pass by, the Redstone Golem immediately changed its fist to a palm. The strong wind pressure generated by the slap forced Lappland back.
Before the palm strike was finished, it blew off the roof next to it.
"Tsk."
The geographical environment on site is extremely unfriendly to Lappland. The Lower City is like this: either residential buildings that are as small as tofu blocks, or shacks and low buildings of varying heights, with no wide roads.
Fortunately, we retreated in time. If we had tried to break through against the wind pressure, we probably would have perished here today.
Seeing that a breakout was impossible, Lappland immediately changed tactics and unleashed Originium Arts from a distance.
With a swing of her sword, a wave of energy resembling that of a wolf-like beast erupted, passing through the ribs of the Redstone Golem and blasting towards the Mudrock.
"Whoosh!"
Armor can only resist physical attacks, not Magic Attack. Lappland had a slight doubt about whether the strongman could defeat her.
You're still a bit too green.
Unexpectedly, the next second, a visible shield appeared on Mudrock's body, withstanding all the energy waves.
What?!
Lappland's wolf-like eyes widened, surprised that the other party actually possessed protective Originium Arts.
Normally, a person can only unleash one type of Originium Arts. Subsequent developments are based on this, resulting in different uses.
Some powerful infected individuals can possess two different types of Originium Arts simultaneously. It's truly rare to find someone like this strongman who can both summon and defend.
Those who can master three different types of Originium Arts are extremely rare, almost nonexistent.
Don't get cocky, let me see how long this shield can hold out!
Lappland has a clear understanding of her Originium Arts and continuously unleashes energy wave attacks.