Poseidon in Tomorrow's Ark

Huai Hu scratched his head as he looked at the overturned stall: "It's such a waste. It makes me sad. But I always feel like this fight is also part of the party?"

"Is it arranged?"

Huai Hu looked at the chaotic battlefield and shook his head: "Not really, at least they are really fighting, ah, someone is rushing over."

Ji dodged the bottle thrown at him: "Huh?"

"Uh...! How... seems like... I hit the wrong person..." The gangster in a suit saw that something was wrong and seemed to have hit the wrong person, so he quickly turned around and joined the battlefield on the Penguin Logistics side.

"Just now, did the bottle stop in the air for a while?" Ji looked at the bottle that fell next to him, but it was just an ordinary wine bottle except for a few drops of water on it.

Jie shook his head, thinking it was just an illusion, and looked at Huai Hu beside him: "Isn't it a little unsafe to stay here?"

Huai Hu shrugged: "Anyway, I don't know what to do when I get back to the office. I'm almost up all night."

Jie looked at Huai Hu and suddenly asked, "Don't you have an exam tomorrow? In the afternoon?"

Huai Hu was suddenly silent after being asked by Jie: "...Oh no."

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"The two people over there don't seem to be related to this farce." Is stood on the high platform and looked at the chaos downstairs. "We should advise them to stay away from here. If they are not careful, they will get hurt."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm always watching." Xiyue, who was setting up a small table and stool on the roof, didn't seem to care about the situation below.

"That's true. The square is really foggy today, Miss Xiyue."

"It's just a simple trick." Xiyue shook her head and poured two cups of black tea before pushing the other two stools to their corresponding positions. "Is, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea, and Miss Fiammetta."

"...Wait a minute, the guy with a hole in his stomach is the emperor of Penguin Logistics, right?" Fiammetta pointed at the dead penguin next to the float, "He's dead, aren't you panicking?"

"Panic? How could that be?" Is shook his head. "Mr. Great plays with fire and gets burned a few times a month. We are used to it."

"Even if he's dead?"

Is nodded: "Yes."

Fiammetta stared at Is who looked calm and Xiyue who was drinking tea elegantly: "...Maybe Mostima really shouldn't get too close to you."

Is glanced at Mostima who was fighting with the Rat King: "Are you worried about her?"

Fiammetta tilted her head. "I just came to make sure she didn't do anything out of line."

"But, well, what poor acting. Since she has so much leisure time, it seems that there is nothing worth noting." Fiammetta stood on the high platform and looked down at the battle or performance below and made comments.

After watching for a while, Fiammetta turned around and prepared to leave: "I'm leaving first. Also, don't tell her that I've been here. I'll go find her when I'm done."

"...left." Is turned to look at Fiammetta who had disappeared on the rooftop, his tone a little strange, "Suddenly appeared, suddenly questioned, and suddenly left."

"Has Rutland become like this now?" Is shook his head, sat down at Xiyue's table and picked up the black tea that had been poured for him. "It tastes good."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Chapter 47: The Law of Noise (X)

"...Heh, I suddenly begin to envy young people like you." The Rat King looked at Mastema, "You always like to choose your own path without caring about your own position in the current situation."

Mostima smiled and said, "I am working hard too."

The Rat King stared at Mastema: "But no one has ever been able to find out your origins."

Mostima shook his head. "If you really find out something, that would be the most troublesome thing."

"You're right. Some things really shouldn't be looked into too deeply, especially when they are related to the messenger Mostima."

Mostima dodged another stream of sand and said, "What is this? Occupational discrimination?"

"This is just a lesson learned." The Rat King tapped the door with his cane. "Now, let's pause for a moment."

"Hmm." Mastema's face darkened, "The spell was suppressed..."

"What the hell, it turns out that you're the one who's been showing mercy?"

"Same here." The Rat King looked at Mastema and shook his head. "But at least, you delayed enough time."

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"You little brat, how come you are so durable... uh..."

Baisong panted heavily: "Huh, huh, when it comes to endurance, I will never lose to anyone."

"Well, you did a good job." Mostima jumped off the float, "It's amazing that you were able to eliminate so many enemies so quickly."

"Hey, I won't let you suddenly disappear by yourself this time." Exia quickly came to Mostima's side, "And this guy is the mastermind, right? Of course I have to beat him up myself!"

"Today's exercise volume is beyond imagination. Well, the bill is also long." Croissant didn't care so much. He looked at the broken things around him with distress. "Sister Texas, I feel like there are a lot of things that can't be reimbursed tonight..."

Texas sighed and looked uninterested: "Don't ask me, ask the boss."

Sora only pointed at the dead penguin lying nearby: "But the boss is dead..."

Texas glanced at it casually: "...We'll talk about it later."

Sora shrugged. "By the way, isn't there anyone to take care of the boss's body? Just lying on the ground and being stepped on, isn't it a bit..."

"It seems that everyone is here." The Rat King looked down at the people who had gathered around him, "...Young people always make their own choices."

"You always insist on doing this, even if it means you will be crushed to pieces in the stormy land."

The Archangel raised an eyebrow: "What is he talking about?"

"Forget about the old man's nagging."

The Rat King glanced at Mostima and smiled: "Let's just take it as it is. Are you happy on Requiem Night?"

"It's okay. Just like a hangover, you can't think about what to do the next day."

Kong glanced at the emperor's body and said, "So no one is going to take care of the boss?"

The Rat King looked at Penguin Logistics, which seemed to be on a different channel from him, in silence: "...Penguin Logistics is really hard to figure out."

"There's no need to worry about this now." Mostima shrugged. "Penguin Logistics is Penguin Logistics. The reason for the war is just that the boss's taste was questioned. It's that simple."

Baisong still seemed to be unable to catch up with the rhythm: "What? Is this true?"

"He is willing to sacrifice his life to defend his aesthetics. This is what an emperor should do." Mostima explained casually.

"At least when it comes to surprising people, you have never surprised me." The Rat King tapped the cane in his hand, and yellow sand began to rise around him.

"Uh oh! Where did the sand come from!"

Sora put his arms in front of him and said, "Does he have any energy left?"

"...That's right, everyone, be serious. This is different from those jokes." Texas perked up a little, "Don't let your guard down for even a moment."

"How can the Requiem Night not be a little more lively?" The Rat King smiled as he looked at the Penguin Logistics in front of him, "Let me see with my own eyes what kind of freaks the Great Emperor is raising."

"The sword broke when it touched the sand... What a hassle." Texas frowned as he looked at the broken sword in his hand.

The Rat King glanced at Texas and shook his head: "Well, over the years, not many people dare to approach me and wield swords and guns."

"Then try this!" Exia dropped the bullet meaninglessly in the sand, "Ah, it's useless after all! Croissant, I leave it to you!"

"But my hammer has been entangled in the quicksand! I can't move it at all!"

The Rat King shook his head. "It's useless. Is that all, Penguin Logistics?"

Mastema's voice suddenly rang out: "It's not just that."

The sand surrounding the Rat King was melted by the sudden burst of solitary light, and the Rat King was also hit by the remaining solitary light: "...Hmm."

Mastema quickly shouted: "The sand shield has been broken, take advantage of this moment, Exia."

Exia pulled out another submachine gun from her clothes: "It's time for the barrage shooting!!!"

The Rat King looked at the Archangel: "...Multiple Guardian Guns? What a troublesome angel."

Baisongti blocked the sand column sent by the Rat King with his shield: "Don't even think about succeeding!"

"Oh? It's blocked?"

The Archangel nodded to Baisong who was standing in front of him: "Thanks, Baisong!"

"And me! Don't blame me for being too harsh on the elderly!"

Croissant rushed forward swinging his hammer, but was deflected by the sand, "Ahh! I still missed! Texas!"

"Don't think about it."

The Rat King frowned and looked at Sora who was whispering in the distance: "Hmm, an Originium technique that uses sound. Interesting girl."

"Do you have time to look around?" Texas' voice sounded, and the sword had already broken through the sand.

"Hmm..." The Rat King groaned and looked at his coat.

Texas clicked his tongue: "That angle was actually avoided..."

Baisong's tone became slightly more relaxed: "But at least he was forced to move a step. If he had just stood there and dealt with us, he would have felt underestimated."

"...Um, Penguin Logistics." The Rat King looked at the coat on his body with some distress, "That coat was a gift from my daughter."

"You're the first outsider who has been able to touch it in all these years."

The Rat King shook his head distressedly: "That's about it. After this, the purpose of establishing authority has been achieved."

Mastema looked at the Rat King: "Are you angry?"

"No, I just have mixed feelings..." The Rat King looked up at the sky, "But there is not much time left in the night, and it is time to end the party."

"Ah, after fighting to this extent, you say it's over?" Archangel looked strangely at the Rat King who had already jumped off the float and was about to leave surrounded by a crowd of people.

Texas grabbed Exiah and said, "Forget it, Exiah, don't forget that the Rat King left us a great gift. Don't forget it."

Mostima stretched and said, "Maybe it's a bomb. After all, that Syracusan loves bombs the most."

After thinking for a while, the Archangel looked at the people around him and said, "Isn't that a bad thing?"

Baisong pointed at the crowd still surrounding them and said, "And the enemies haven't completely left. They seem to be waiting for us. What's going on?"

Texas touched her chin. She didn't believe that there was really a heavy bomb buried here. She would not allow it. But Texas looked around again, at the gangsters who were still stopping other people, and looked up at the foggy sky above the square.

'But if the bomb was meant for her, it's not impossible..."

"In that case, split up. Sora, Croissant, and Exia, we'll suppress the remaining enemies." Texas assigned tasks to everyone, "Bison and Mastema, deal with the gift."

"Sunrise is almost here, and we don't have much time."

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"Damn it, where is it?" Baisong looked around anxiously.

Mostima patted the anxious Baisong's shoulder and said, "You are panicking. Don't be so impatient all the time."

Baisong took a deep breath and said, "...Ms. Mostima, have we met the Rat King before?"

Baisong's words sounded like a question, but his tone seemed to confirm a certain fact.

Mostima nodded, confirming Baisong's idea: "That's right."

Baisong stopped and looked at Mastema: "So you guessed it from the beginning?"

“Ahahahaha, well…” Mostima turned his head and tried to avoid Baisong’s gaze.

Baisong stared at Mostima who was laughing: "Please don't get away with it!"

"Well, okay, okay, I can't guess what he's thinking. I'm just an actor who joined in midway, and I just guessed part of the script midway." Mostima half raised his hand to signal surrender, "But time is running out, and the Guard Bureau will not be able to sit still."

"This area is already a mess, and with those who are here to join in the fun, it's impossible to conduct a proper investigation."

Baisong looked at Mostimatan's technology and forced himself to calm down and think: "...Victoria fudge, candy box, maybe it's a clue."

"But from a common sense perspective, it would be very stupid to reuse the same trap."

Mostima smiled and looked at Baisong who looked thoughtful: "If so, why?"

"If the Rat King really anticipated everything that would happen tonight, it must not be a coincidence that we met him earlier." Baisong looked around. "He has been talking to us from the beginning."

Mastema nodded and asked, "If this was his trap, why did he give us a hint? It doesn't make sense."

"I don't know either. Maybe we shouldn't be so arbitrary to become his enemy... But I have this intuition." Baisong said as he looked around: "It's not just a guess. After meeting the Rat King, he has been trying to hint at something... For example, today's activities, maybe it's really just..."

"Got it." Mastema suddenly said.

Baisong followed Mostima's hand and looked over there: ".....is this it?"

Mostima looked at the item in front of him. "It's about 80 centimeters long and wide, and 40 centimeters high. It's in an iron box. Hmm, is this a large surprise gift box?"

Baisong looked at the iron box in front of him and said nervously, "Can, can it be disassembled?"