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Two gang leaders, each with a revolver, were about to engage in a deadly game. Would they play the game of death, or would they compete to see who could draw faster and shoot the other down before they had a chance to fire?
At that moment, the vast Factory was eerily quiet. Under the cold glow of over a dozen incandescent lights, more than two hundred Tang Dao held by gang members gleamed ominously, signaling an impending life-and-death struggle.
Neither the Mafia members nor the Royal Gang members dared to breathe, their hearts racing as they fixated on the two figures standing in the center of the room. This battle would determine their fates; the victor would unify the entire underground world of Blanca, while the loser would have to cower and survive under the cold gaze of their enemies.
Similarly, the two confronting each other were not feeling any less tense.
The Blonde Sister stood with her hands behind her at the table, her sky-blue eyes radiating a chilling light as she stared intently at the White-Haired Loli across from her.
The White-Haired Loli was equally defiant, standing straight on her chair. With one hand behind her back, she exuded an air of superiority.
Silence enveloped them.
Neither spoke; they simply locked eyes. Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and even the air felt thick and stagnant.
In the entire Factory, only the sound of melting snowwater dripping from the ceiling broke the stillness with a soft "drip, drip."
Both Blonde Sister and White-Haired Loli felt sweat pooling in their palms behind their backs.
This battle was their fateful clash, a fight for glory. They were willing to risk everything, even their lives and fortunes.
Suddenly, a cold winter wind swept into the Factory through the open door, causing most gang members to shiver involuntarily.
At that moment, as the wind tousled Blonde Sister's hair, she moved suddenly. Her hand shot out like lightning towards the table.
Simultaneously, White-Haired Loli made the same move.
The two hands—one large and one small—both clad in black gloves reached for what lay beneath the table almost simultaneously. Underneath were two revolvers.
It was clear that they were not relying on luck in this deadly game. Instead, they intended to rely on their skills and speed to determine the outcome. Whoever grabbed their revolver first and pulled the trigger would be declared the winner. The loser would naturally fall victim to the dark muzzle of their opponent's gun.
Life and death would soon be decided; wait—neither gang leader reached for the revolvers on the table. Instead, their open palms suddenly transformed into fists. Were they not going to use firearms to settle this but rather engage in close combat?
Well done; women are no less formidable than men. At that moment, blood began to boil.
"Rock"
"Scissors"
"Paper"
"Again."
"Rock"
"Scissors"
"Paper"
...
"Poof!"
Alright! Chuyang really didn't mean to, or rather, he couldn't help it.
In Chuyang's mind, the correct scene should have been like this: in the vast Factory, two gang leaders stood facing each other. At the moment the gun fired, one person turned and floated away, while the other fell heavily to the ground, stirring up clouds of dust, accompanied by a low, somber Sicilian background music.
But what is this now? A child's play? No wonder Carmicia kept pulling his hand, not letting him go up to stop the duel between Prince of Wales and Veneto.
"Who?" The furious shouts of Prince of Wales and Veneto almost sounded simultaneously, while the surrounding Mafia members glared at Chuyang but voluntarily stepped aside, exposing four suspicious figures dressed in black wool coats with their hats pulled low under the light.
"That would be me." Saying this, Chuyang took off his hat.
"Carmicia, Aviere, he..." Veneto's words suddenly stumbled midway. Loli rubbed her eyes in disbelief. When she confirmed that the person standing next to Carmicia and Aviere was indeed the one from her memory, she was momentarily stunned. Then she waved her hand at the Mafia members and said, "All of you step back."
Upon seeing Chuyang's face, Prince of Wales froze in place until Chuyang walked up to him and he snapped back to reality. A hint of a smile appeared on his usually serious and beautiful face.
"Admiral."
Saying this, Prince of Wales reached out to touch Chuyang's face. As that warm temperature flowed through her fingertips into her heart, a look of relief flashed across Prince of Wales's face. She leaned forward and collapsed softly into Chuyang's arms.
Holding such a warm and soft figure should have been a delightful thing, but Chuyang couldn't feel happy at all right now because Prince of Wales had fallen asleep in his embrace.
“Veneto, what happened to her?” Chuyang looked at Veneto in confusion. The person in her arms was breathing steadily, and one could faintly hear a soft snore. If it weren't for that, Chuyang would have thought the other person had fainted, but even so, it was still concerning.
How exhausted must a person be to sleep in such a situation?
As someone who had always been with the Prince of Wales, Veneto should know something.
“Admiral, it's nothing; Prince of Wales is just too tired.” Saying this, Veneto nodded towards Richelieu and turned to walk outside the Factory.
“Remember, Admiral, you owe me a life.”
“Owe you a life?” Chuyang asked in bewilderment. Seriously, you little fake loli, we just met! How could I owe you a life?
Unfortunately, his question did not receive a response from Veneto, but Carmicia's question did.
“Big Sister, where are you going?” Admiral is right here! Why is Big Sister in such a hurry to leave?
“Carmicia, Aviere, you two take Admiral to the Prince of Wales's house. I need to handle something urgent first; I'll come find you later.” Her voice drifted from the entrance of the Factory, and before she knew it, Veneto quickened her pace.
She felt helpless; as one of the Fleet Girls for Admiral, although she didn't have strong feelings for him, he was still Admiral. In this initial meeting situation, she wanted to stay by his side a little longer. However, thinking about the spirit tablet at home that was constantly being honored, Veneto felt an overwhelming sense of sadness.
But what she didn't know was that she had already been betrayed by her most trusted little sister, Carmicia. There was no need for her to rush back and ruin the scene.
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