Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 967 - 763: Do Not Speak with the Devil (2)

Behind the crowd, Ozaki Mitsuharu raised his gun with an expressionless face and coldly asked, "Who are you?"

"Didn’t we just talk on the phone? The person here to discuss business with you... So rude, showing no hospitality at all."

The visitor shook his head, seemingly helpless, slightly raised his hand and said, "Please wait a moment, it’s really quite unbearable—"

He waved his hand casually, as if dismissing idle people.

The man lowered his head, slowly bent over, and looked at the convulsing member of the Extreme Path in the pool of blood.

"Very painful, isn’t it?" he asked softly.

The dying man on the ground widened his eyes, stretched out his hand with all his might: "Please save... save me..."

"I will save you, don’t worry."

As he said this, the visitor’s face showed a radiant smile, reaching out to lift the upper body from the pool of blood, and supporting his neck, he whispered softly in his ear, "Death is not something to fear, but a long rest, a peaceful end."

"Don’t be afraid," he said, "it will be over soon."

There was a gentle click.

With tender motions, the pain was ended.

The agony and despair on the deceased’s face disappeared, replaced by a peaceful smile as if entering a dream.

Ozaki Mitsuharu’s expression twitched.

In that moment of bewilderment, it seemed as though some phantom-like entity rose from the pool of blood and floated into the sky, as if ascending to Heaven.

That person was clearly supposed to have had his neck broken.

Yet the corpse in the pool of blood was intact, even the bullet holes had vanished!

Amidst this sudden shock, the strange visitor had already risen from the pool of blood, smiling brightly, "Well then, Mr. Ozaki Mitsuharu, now we can have a talk."

Silence.

Despite being surrounded by many subordinates, Ozaki Mitsuharu suddenly felt a chill as if he were alone.

He should have immediately pulled the trigger, drawing a clear line with such an unsavory, spouting nonsense individual, but his actions were inexplicably paused for a moment.

"I imagine, after playing the comic for so long, you must be tired right?"

He heard the man’s words, "Don’t you want to break free from Deer’s Sing Hall’s restraint and become the true underground king of Kyoto?"

Those pitch-black eyes scrutinized him.

Along with an eternal smile, quietly appreciating.

Inexplicably, he remembered the old priest in the church from his childhood, who advised him every time during alms...

You must not speak to the devil.

But now, when he finally understood this principle, he found it was already too late.

He had long since been mired deep.

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At ten o’clock in the morning, the Huaizhi Gang drew a circle within the Tanbo Inner Circle.

About one-tenth the size of the Tanbo Inner Circle. Including the Huaizhi Gang’s territory, a total of seven blocks. With the assistance of the Jin River Association and other Green Day factions, they borrowed most of the manpower and coordinated all the work.

Then, they re-established order.

Apart from specifically designating an area to temporarily rent to people made homeless by disasters, new rules were emphasized, prohibiting all violent conflicts.

By Huaizhi Gang’s Wakagashira Yamashita personally coming forward, transmitting to every block’s representative and the leaders of the various sectors: including robbery and theft, all chaotic acts bred amidst the Tanbo Inner Circle’s turmoil were listed as prohibited.

No complex details were stipulated, rather it was a simple sentence: Past events will not be pursued, starting today: rob once, lose a hand, twice, lose both hands; theft results in severed fingers, murder demands a life for a life.

The loopholes were undeniably large; as long as someone stole eleven times, or robbed three times, killed two people, they wouldn’t be punished at all!

Such hypocritical false pretenses were truly nauseating.

Do they really think Tanbo Inner Circle is their own home, where they can do whatever they want?

Aside from a few who are really close to the brink of destruction having hope, more people superficially comply while secretly sneering, wondering what kind of trick Huaizhi Gang has up their sleeve.

Many expressed dissatisfaction.

Whether it be the loan shark companies, madams, or even the violent groups on the blocks, or all the other groups whose interests are affected.

It became a chaos filled with noise.

But their dissatisfaction was useless, the higher-ups in the Alliance did not bother to care.

Even the Arakawa Family, who looked upon Huaizhi Gang unfavorably, remained silent, not bothering, and just waiting for them to build their grand mansion and watch it collapse.

While in the hospital, after eating two extra bowls of rice, Tobio simply wiped his mouth and expressed that young people having ambition is good, no point in discouraging their enthusiasm.

Besides, the current Tanbo Inner Circle indeed needed some management.

When the economy is affected by turmoil, all gray industries start to wither, the once strained order is now full of holes, waiting for the drug addicts and local bullies looking for a cut to take desperate risks... Countless messes have happened in just two days.

Tobio seized the opportunity, taking harsh measures.

Even harsher than Huaizhi Gang.

Before the evening arrived, the crematorium at the Tanbo Inner Circle’s funeral home began to queue...

After a long ten hours, the deteriorating atmosphere in the circle finally hit the brakes, but no one knew how long it could last.

And in the office, Huai Shi picked up his teacup expressionlessly, sending away another batch of annoying flies, then rubbed his aching brows.

Feeling self-inflicted suffering.

The arrival of order did not revive the blocks, and even caused some people to leave and relocate, the chaos resulting from this has yet to be calmed.

But unexpectedly, he thought that with his extreme actions, after creating chaos within the circle, Soloist’s Sky’s Command would surely experience turmoil, but to his surprise, there was no effect at all... Instead, the Great Priestess’s transformation progress surged forward!

Though better than nothing, how absurd...

"Can this really count as dead people too?"

Huai Shi felt bald-headed, anxious.

Could it be that his set rules not only didn’t improve the circle’s atmosphere but instead caused casualties?

No, from morning till now, under Crow Flock’s surveillance, only six died, and they were all despicable villains who died in their own havoc.

"You’ve walked into another trap again, Fool..."

With Huai Shi’s instinctive shock, a voice, often appearing alongside deduction messages, rang in his ear.

"Tong Ji?" He was startled.

"Ah, ah, what a surprise, I didn’t expect that with just a trip out and back, you’d advance so quickly."

As ink gathered, the image of a cartoon Raven appeared before him, wiping the corner of her eye with satisfaction: "You’ve grown, Huai Shi."

Huai Shi realized, rolled his eyes instantly, and snorted disdainfully:

"You actually know how to come back?"

"See what you say, I also have my own endeavors." Tong Ji’s tone became subtle, sounding weak, helpless, and pitiful: "Can’t always be locked in the basement by you, doing such and such, can I?"

"Who does what to whom, please clarify some!"

Huai Shi glared at her, feeling weak, "Alright, no more nonsense, what was the trap you mentioned earlier?"

"I wasn’t ready to explain, but you interrupted me..."

Tong Ji intended to babble some more, but was stared at by Huai Shi without a word, couldn’t help shrugging helplessly, put on small glasses, then took out a small whiteboard and placed it on the desk.

Long-awaited Little Raven Classroom, is in session.