In the world.

Edishey Federal Hell Kitchen.

Swimming ~~

This is the sound of raindrops. The streets here are full of the cold and hard beauty of steel and concrete. There are tall buildings and buildings, but the narrow alleys are often filled with the atmosphere of fireworks.

The slippery road surface is set against the dim light of the street lights, giving people a desolate and dangerous feeling.

Faded graffiti and bullet holes left behind in the street walls can be seen on the walls of the street. There are few pedestrians, but some whisper or cough can always be heard in the depths of the alley.

On this rainy night, [Purgatory Gate Platform] is hidden in an ordinary industrial area.

The entrance to the platform was carefully hidden, and the appearance looked like an abandoned railway station, and even the station sign was so rusty that it was almost impossible to see clearly.

But those who are familiar with this place know that this is just a disguise, and there are rumors that:

——At some specific nodes, you can find the path to another world.

The drizzle of drizzle fell on the metal surfaces of the railway tracks and the platform, making a slight sound.

Near the platform, a man in a black suit stood in the rain, holding an old-style umbrella in his hand.

The black suit was well-tailed, and his hat was pressed down very low, covering most of his face, but the exposed chin lines still revealed a cold temperament.

Looking at the rain, Vito Antonio was unconsciously a little dazed, and the sound of the rain brought him back to his memory a few years ago.

At that time, he was not "Antonio", but was called "A Week".

It was a day when he lost all his memory, and the memory was formatted once a week.

At that time, he held a sharp blade and followed the footsteps of what is now called the "the evilest man" in the gang world, slaughtering vampires around the world.

That was a different experience.

Just as he was immersed in his memories, a slightly joking voice sounded from behind:

"Yo, long time no see, a week--oh no, now it's time to call you Mr. Antonio, the godfather of Manhattan and parts of Brooklyn."

I turned around and looked at the visitor speechlessly.

He saw a man who looked like a teenager standing in the light rain.

The other party was wearing a dark gray sweatshirt with water dripping on the edge of the hood, paired with loose sweatpants and a pair of white canvas shoes.

The most eye-catching thing is the teenager's fox ears and tail, the pair of ears shaking slightly in the breeze, and the tail sways gently like a naughty signal flag.

Tuls Cobert.

The Wander Newspaper called it: Hugh Abraham's most loyal fan, the immortal man, the prime minister of the Administration.

The companion when vampires were massacred.

Those nights of blood and fire, the teenagers' cunning and agility added many unexpected victories to their team.

But now, time seems to have stopped in him.

The appearance was still the same, but when you looked closely, you could find that there was a thick dark circle in his eyes, which made him look a little tired.

"A week, long time no see."

Tuls tilted his head and smiled, showing a familiar and sly look, his lips raised, and his tone was filled with a conventional teasing.

"You look good, the identity of the gangster godfather is very suitable for you."

One week-or now Vito Antonio raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes swept over the slightly tired face of Tours, and he couldn't help but smile and retorted:

"And you don't look very good, Tours.

What have you done in the past few years? How did you make it like this?"

Tulles shrugged, as if concealing his own predicament.

He stretched, the fox's ears shook slightly, and his tail slowly swung behind him:

"Ah, don't mention it. I've been overwhelmed by the task recently. The workload of the Golden Retriever's subordinates, tsk... Is it not so tired if I use ten people alone?"

The prime minister of the administration was helpless and his tone was mixed with complaints.

“Not only do we have to deal with various issues of the Collapse Administration, but we also have to be responsible for reviewing the students of the Earthly Gardens.

I barely prepared the performance of the Phase I students, but I had to let me go through the golden retriever again to make sure there was no problem.

Do you know what's the most annoying thing?"

"Hmm?" Vito raised his eyebrows, obviously a little curious.

Tours took a deep breath, with a hint of indignation in his voice:

"The Golden Retriever and the Vendine Mente III made a little gentleman's doll elf, and now he has become the admissions director!

As a result, after her first review, she directly brushed half of the student list I picked out with great effort!”

He spread his hands, his tone full of helplessness.

"She is quite happy. I have only half of my student table left. Tsk, I have to pick someone up again."

Vito couldn't help laughing, with a bit of watching the fun in his eyes:

"It sounds like your life is not easy."

"Easy?" Tours sat down on the stone pier beside him, his tail hanging weakly on the ground, and sighed.

"If it's easy, I have to run around with dark circles? I've just returned from the administration and haven't taken a breath yet."

A week's eyes were on the fox boy's face, but there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to tease:

"It seems that you are not having a good time, fox."

Turs' ears shook slightly, then sat up straight from his casual posture, quickly retracting the complaining expression on his face.

He looked up at the week, and a trace of seriousness appeared in his tone:

We have solved your troubles for you.

In the territory of the Edishi Federation, your family's enemies—the Tatalia and the Balcini family—are no longer in the climate.

The Authority has made a move in person to make sure they will never threaten your position again.”

Yi Zhou raised his eyebrows and a deep luster flashed in his eyes:

"It sounds like you are doing a lot. What do you do to help me clear these obstacles?"

“More than that.”

Turs continued, his tail swaying gently behind him, with a little complacent tone.

“Your family assets, the Authority is also assisting in cleaning up and washing your body.

Soon, they will be directly in line with the Heavenly Kingdom Collapse Administration.

From then on, your industry is not just the "black gold" of the federal gang, but the open "silver".

You should thank the Authority for even paving the way for you.”

After hearing this, Zhou frowned slightly.

He was silent for a moment, then sighed lightly, with a little helplessness in his tone:

"Step from one quagmire into another bigger quagmire..."

Turs looked at him with a smile on his lips, as if he had expected his reaction.

"Tell me," Yi Zhou raised his eyes with a sharp look. "What does Abraham need me to do? Since you're here, you won't just tell me this."

"That's right, we all like to talk about things straightforwardly."

Tules shrugged, his tail slowly swinged behind him, and his tone lowered a little.

“Abraham needs your strength to assist him.

He has created a contingent called Snake Kiss, and you will work with this team to build a powerful intelligence network in the Ivy War.”

"The intelligence network... is because of the gang's silence law, right?" Yi Zhou's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became calm and steady.

"Yes," Tours nodded, his expression becoming more serious.

"The law of silence in the federal territory has the potential to condense the crown, and the emergence of any crowner - both for the Federation and the Authority - cannot be ignored.

In the past, the Federation has been committed to curbing the formation of a unified underground kingdom.

They would never allow a certain gangster godfather to fully master the law of silence and become the master of the federal underground world.

Therefore, they adopted a long-term differentiation strategy and have been deliberately or unintentionally suppressing the integration of gang forces."

Tuls paused for a moment, looking at A Week meaningfully, with a low tone but straightforward tone:

"Your amnesia is the result of the federal action. They are afraid that you will become the one who condenses the crown."

Yi Zhou's expression moved slightly, and a chill flashed through his eyes, but he didn't interrupt, just listened quietly.

"And now," Tours continued, his voice low and steady, as if with an unquestionable sense of authority.

“Whether your family wants it or not, you have been bound to the chariot of the Authority.
To be continued...