Was family a source of support?
Once, Lappland had truly believed those words and made them her creed in life, without the slightest doubt.
But now, Lappland trusted the blades in her hands more.
After wiping out the heads of so many rival families, Lady's hands-off attitude toward her had gradually become apparent. Lappland was no fool. Declining Madame Sicily's kindness, she slowly withdrew and began drafting a plan to return to Lungmen alone.
Once Lappland fixed her sights on a target, she would never let go.
She missed Texas's blade so dearly that even if that long-buried blade came unsheathed and let her fall into a pool of blood to sleep forever, Lappland would welcome it gladly.
Texas, Texas... why had you become like this?
Eating snacks? Driving around? Going to concerts?
The thought filled Lappland with anger. Her smile drooped, and the aggressive shark-like teeth hidden in her mouth no longer looked as vicious as before.
"First, after the Messenger and the Priestess dump me here, they'll definitely leave immediately. They have no family or friends in Siracusa, so they'll stay for two or three days at most..." Lappland's tone was full of regret.
"Time is tight. I have to start preparing the assassination soon."
This was payback. Blood debts had to be repaid in blood. The Priestess's humiliation of Lappland had long become as deep as a sea of blood.
But she couldn't exactly sneak back in, could she?
Lappland even suspected that something she considered the utmost disgrace might be something the Priestess relished. So-called humiliation probably meant nothing to her.
Better to just kill her.
Lappland's handwriting was elegant as she wrote out her plan on parchment.
Gangland assassinations were always simple and effective. There was no need for overly complicated details. Lappland looked up