Poseidon in Tomorrow's Ark

"Wait, what's going on? What kind of show is this—"

The tourists who had been watching the situation on the stage shouted in horror: "The Emperor? The Emperor was pierced? Dead!?"

Huaihu raised his fist to punch Texas but it seemed like he hit the wrong person, a tourist who happened to be approaching with a bottle of wine?

"Well--!"

Jie looked at the tourist who was knocked flying with some surprise: "Hey? Huai Hu, you hit the wrong person..."

"No. She didn't do anything wrong." Texas shook his head and looked at the tourists gradually approaching. "We are the ones who are surrounded."

"..."

Exia raised an eyebrow at the tourists who were gradually approaching: "Uh... Could it be that they have followed us all the way from the slums to here?"

"Shouldn't they have calmed down in the slums before?" Croissant scratched his head and looked at the crowd around him. "Besides, all these people here are their accomplices?"

Sora looked around and said, "No way, this number of people..."

"They are basically all enemies. This is a trap. Mr. Emperor..." Baisong looked up and saw the Rat King throwing away the Emperor's body. "No way?!"

"How do I use this microphone... Ahem, hello? Good evening, fellow citizens of Longmen." The Rat King said, "Please don't panic. What just died was just an insignificant penguin. The Requiem Night celebration will not stop. Naturally, someone will be assigned to deal with this troublesome corpse."

"Although this happened suddenly and I'm deeply sorry, it's time to add a temporary item to tonight's party."

"Our friends from Syracuse have brought us a special gift, which is now hidden somewhere in this open-air party."

"Time is running out, friends." The Rat King looked down at the venue and looked at Penguin Logistics and others who were surrounded.

"He's looking at me? No, wait, that old man is..." Baisong looked up at the Rat King on the platform, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"It's a pity if no one finds this treasure." The Rat King's voice seemed a little serious. "That will be the last surprise in your life."

Croissant looked at the crowd around him and asked, "Are we surrounded by a circle? The kind with three layers inside and three layers outside?"

"Ah, chiffon cake roll?" The Archangel stepped back and leaned against Xiyue.

"A metaphor for dessert? Well, it does seem to be quite realistic." Xiyue glanced at the crowd around her.

"The Rat King is the boss of the slums, so his minions are naturally everywhere."

Baisong looked at Texas and couldn't help but ask: "...Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Texas said as if it didn't matter, "I thought it was just an urban legend, and I didn't know he was really a rat. Who would give someone a nickname like that?"

Croissant scratched his head and said, "What do you mean it's hard to take action because there are so many people around? There are no innocent people here. They are obviously all enemies!"

Sora nodded, "Yeah, it's hard to move forward."

"What should we do now?" Baisong was a little flustered. He had never encountered such a situation before.

Texas shook his head: "You keep asking what to do, why don't you figure it out yourself?"

"I think this is an extremely urgent time!" Angelus looked back and was about to ask Xiyue to take action, "Xiyue, it's your turn... Hey, where are the people?"

Baisong glanced back and saw that Xiyue, who had been following them after sending the message, was indeed gone at this moment: "Wasn't she there just now?"

Texas also looked back: "She might have gone to see a show somewhere... Tsk... She was tricked..."

The Rat King on the stage looked back and saw Mostima who had just climbed up: "...You are here. We can see the situation below clearly from here."

"I'm not the only one coming~" Mostima pointed behind him.

"And me~" Xiyue's voice sounded.

The Rat King looked past Mostima and saw that Xiyue had set up a small table and stool at the end of the float and was sitting there drinking black tea.

"Want a drink?"

Chapter 46: The Law of Noise (IX)

"No, it's not suitable to drink black tea at this time." The Rat King waved his hand, "There will be a big event next, and elegant black tea is not suitable for drinking at this time."

"Ms. Xiyue, is there something wrong with your background?" Mostima touched his chin and noticed what looked like a wall behind Xiyue. "This doesn't look like something that would appear on a float, right?"

"Oh, you mean this?" Xiyue looked back, "It's very simple, just the wall on the roof~"

"The rooftop... you're not here?" Mostima reached out and touched it. As expected, after reaching a certain distance, he felt a cool sensation. "Sure enough, is it water?"

The Rat King looked at Xiyue who was leisurely drinking tea and said: "Your friends are in a tough battle, don't you want to go and help?"

"Well~ I said we're just here to watch a show, so of course I can't just show up. I just came here to remind you that this is just a show, don't have too much fun." Xiyue glanced to the side and continued drinking tea.

"But I haven't heard that you would be so harsh." Mostima also glanced at the Penguin Logistics team who were being besieged in the distance.

The Rat King smiled and said, "I won't confide in young people about everything."

Mostima nodded. "Yes, I always forget what kind of person you are."

The Rat King turned around and said, "Many people will forget this, and they will die without a burial place. You are already a special privilege, and many people will definitely remember it tonight."

Mostima stared at the Rat King and said, "You killed the boss, but this matter won't be resolved so easily, right?"

"Haha, I understand." The Rat King nodded, looked in the direction where he had just left the emperor, and then looked at Xiyue who had left behind him at some point.

'It's really elusive...' The Rat King shook his head, 'Penguin Logistics and their master are too arrogant. The Dragon Gate is changing, and we can't always let them do whatever they want.'

The Rat King turned around and looked at Mostima who had already taken out her staff, "They need a lesson, a lesson that is a little harsher.

Mostima raised an eyebrow at the Rat King's sudden change of tone and said, "If you keep destroying bridges after crossing them, you will be punished."

"You've done so many things with Penguin Logistics..." Mostima looked at the Rat King in front of him, listened to the noise of the people around him, and suddenly realized something, "Wait, you were planning to do this from the beginning?"

"Who knows."

Mostima nodded. "It seems that there are more people watching today's show than I thought. Or, if there weren't so many people, this show would be meaningless, right?"

The Rat King nodded: "Haha...you are really smart."

"To be honest, I suddenly want to leave." Mastema shook his head, but did not put down the staff in his hand. "But I am curious about why this scene started?"

The Rat King smiled and did not explain: "The flames are responding to your will. Are you planning to send me to the cemetery?"

"How could that be?" Mastema smiled, "I really respect the elderly and love the young."

"Mastema!" The sharp-eared Archangel heard the sound of the spell, looked up at the float, and saw Mastema fighting with the Rat King.

Texas stopped Exia who was about to rush over: "Wait, Exia, we are the ones who are surrounded, don't disrupt the formation."

Exiah stopped and focused on the enemies that were gradually surrounding him: "Tsk...! Wait a minute! I'll be there soon!"

Croissant remembered to block the swinging baseball bat with his shield: "These guys are mixed in with ordinary citizens, there is no way they can fight properly!"

Baisong swung his shield and knocked down an enemy who rushed over: "What the hell is this..."

"Baison, stop being in a daze, you're blocking me! Get out of the way!"

Baisong slightly leaned aside to let Croissant pass by: "Everyone is looking after their own affairs, so what should we do..."

"...Forget it." Baisong's eyes suddenly changed, as if he had let go of something. "Since it's always like this, then, let's do our own thing."

Baisong took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed: "Can you hear me?"

Kong looked at Bai Song who took out his cell phone and was a little confused: "Communication? Who is it for?"

"Be careful." Texas reached out and pressed Kong's head down, just avoiding the flying wine bottle.

"Focus, Sora."

Sora shrank back as he looked at the bottle smashed to pieces on the ground: "Okay, okay!"

Baisong looked at the phone that showed the call was connected but the other party didn't speak and said, "You are here, right? Always here."

There was silence at the other end of the phone, and then the butler's voice came out: "Master... I..."

Baisong's tone slowed down: "I don't blame you, it's probably my father who is meddling in other people's business. But now, you have to help me."

"...Understood, Master, please give your instructions."

"What else do you need to order in this situation?" Baisong slightly moved the phone away, as if he wanted the person on the other end of the phone to hear the noise of the people around him clearly, "Just knock them away and it's over."

The butler's tone was strange: "I actually heard such an order from the young master."

"Let me ask you a question for you, why?"

Baisong used his shield to block the attack of a man, pushed him away, and threw the phone in his hand as a throwing weapon: "...I don't care why! Sister Croissant, move aside!"

"Ah? Oh oh." After blocking the opponent's attack, Croissant slightly turned sideways, and then saw Baisong's figure rushing past.

Baisong hid himself behind the shield and rushed forward: "Drink——"

Croissant looked at Baisong who rushed out in surprise: "B-Bumped into it? It's overlapping with my position now!"

The butler used the telescope on the sniper rifle to look at what was happening in the square: "Well... as far as the result is concerned, the master should be satisfied, but if the young master continues like this... will he really not be led astray by Penguin Logistics?"

The butler shook his head and turned his attention to the other people in the square who were about to besiege Penguin Logistics. His eyes returned to calmness: "No... You can't continue to hinder the young master. As long as the young master thinks it's okay, then it's fine, um."

The gangster who was knocked away covered his arm and said, "You little bastard! Why don't you just lie down? Let's get him together!"

Baisong calmly dodged the opponent's attack by moving sideways.

“It was dodged!?”

Another gangster was about to raise his baseball bat when he felt a huge force on the bat, and the bat flew out of his hand. "Ouch, it hurts! Something knocked my bat away!"

Another gangster noticed the bullet hole on the baseball bat that rolled to his feet and immediately reacted: "Be careful, there's a sniper!"

"Get out of my way!" Baisong rushed forward with a shield and tried to get close to the float not far away.

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Mostima took two steps back and looked at the Rat King who was still standing there with a relaxed look on his face. "...Although I was controlling the strength, you didn't move at all. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

The Rat King smiled and shook his head: "Standing still doesn't mean it's easy."

Mostima looked at the relaxed Rat King and shook his head: "Is there really anything in Longmen that can defeat you?"

The Rat King smiled and tapped the top of the float with his cane: "Yes, Dragon Gate can."

Mostima shook her head, not very satisfied with the Rat King's answer: "Ah, cunning answer."

"I also insist on going to the park for morning exercise every day. As I get older, it is important to stay healthy."

Mostima smiled and said, "Morning exercise can have this effect?"

The Rat King thought for a moment and added, "And a little bit of life experience."

Mostima suddenly asked: "What happened to the two Syracusans?"

"What's the matter?" The Rat King repeated Mostima's words without giving a direct answer.

Mastema looked at the Rat King and sighed, "...I really want to know how many shady things like this you quietly solve every day."

"Or, how many times have you caused those who wanted to get their hands on Longmen to kill each other?"

The Rat King pretended to think for a moment and then shook his head: "I can't remember clearly, kid. I only remember that the number of people who died in order to survive was far greater than the corpses in the sewers. Much greater."

"Ms. Mostima! Let me help..." Baisong pushed back the gangsters surrounding the float and shouted to Mostima who seemed to be having a hard time on the field.

Suddenly, several other gangsters and people who looked like passers-by emerged from the crowd and stood in front of Baisong: "Don't come any closer. You guys, go help the boss."

"Yes!"

Baisong looked at the enemies who surrounded him again and said, "How could I let you succeed?"

A seemingly ordinary resident was about to swing at Baisong with a baseball bat when he was knocked away. However, he did not panic, but took several steps back to avoid the continuous bullets: "Sniper? Is it the young master's bodyguard?"

"Step aside!"

A man in what looked like pajamas held Baisong at bay with a baseball bat and said in a deep voice, “You are just an ordinary messenger, you shouldn’t get involved.

Baisong looked at the enemy in front of him: "Messenger? Yes, I am just a messenger. But the most noisy ones behind and in front of us seem to be messengers."

The gangster holding a baseball bat shook his head: "Penguin Logistics is different from you. If you withdraw from this battle now, you can still save yourself."

Baisong looked at the man in front of him and asked, "...You have the final say?"

"Hmm! You do have some skills!"

Mostima shouted to Baisong below: "Just do it!"

"understand!"

Jie looked at the chaotic battlefield and scratched his head: "We...just watch?"

"Just watching. I don't know what's going on though."

"But at least no one was harmed, right?" Jie looked at the overturned stall, "So many delicacies and drinks are just wasted..."