Chapter 38 Speech

[Cat Language] is just an ordinary [Gray Stone] skill, but when used on other people, it becomes an incredible ability. Pei Zhen had never used it before and didn't expect to use it here.

Isabel watched the excited man run out quietly. She did not move. Sure enough, half an hour later, he came back in a hurry. He supported himself on the door sill with one hand, and his eyes were full of ambition. "What do you want me to do?"

Isabel spoke briefly. There was a struggle on his face. Nanako Kojima stepped forward, showing her hands that had turned into swords, and said contemptuously: "The ability of a lady varies from person to person. The more loyal you are, the more powerful you will be."

Xiwei Zhuang's eyes suddenly became hot: "You mean, this ability can be even stronger?"

Kojima Nanako nodded proudly. Xiwei Zhuang finally came over, lowered his head, knelt on one knee on the ground, and said enthusiastically: "I will be loyal to you!"

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It was at this moment, after [Isabelle] tried to use the cards and achieved such results, Pei Zhen understood that all cards were effective, but how to use them was decided by each [self], and [Graystone] could also achieve effects beyond its level.

He looked at the remaining 349.9 energy and decided to use them all now.

——A black star fell from the distant sky.

[Tungsten Iron·Skill] [Ultra-Long-Range Sniper]

In the desert, in the jungle and in the mountains, you and the "beasts" are engaged in a battle of patience and strategy. The world in the sniper scope is magnified. You observe every possible movement. Your finger remains on the trigger. You hold the power of destruction to end everything. You know that what you are about to do next is not killing, but a carefully planned opening drama based on all circumstances.

And when that bullet goes off, you know, it's over.

"The gun is your hand. When it takes the enemy's life, you create a burning and blooming flower."

The card showed a figure crawling on the ground, with a "hat" camouflaged with grass on his head and a sniper rifle set up in front of him. He was ready to go, silent and calm, not at all mysterious and stern, but Pei Zhen felt a sense of oppression from it, as if the next moment, the bullet would tear apart this space and lead the war to an end.

This is a very useful card, and a rare card that can enhance your combat effectiveness. Even more useful than that weird silver card. After thinking about it, Pei Zhen knew who to give it to.

The second one is a small gray star.

[Graystone and sundries] [Mask]

"Laughter, anger and scolding are twin brothers."

You can choose one of the expressions to display on your mask.

It may be useful later. Pass!

The third one.

[Bronze Skill] [Silence]

“If a man loses his language, it is like losing his sword.”

"But sometimes, it symbolizes another kind of power. For example, the indomitable spirit of silence."

Shh, be careful. You can take away a person's opportunity to speak, but pay attention to his private actions.

Pei Zhen thought about it and gave it to [Isabelle].

He was not disappointed. He had already drawn a [Silver] card, and it would be difficult to get a second one in a short period of time.

Next up is [Isabelle]’s home court.

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Mori Ogai was shocked by the information he got from Nishio Sou. Although he did not explain it in detail, he could easily conclude that the other party had the ability to grant people special abilities. This is simply impossible. Not to mention that supernatural powers grant supernatural powers, it is like a chicken taking another chicken out of its stomach, which is hard to understand. Besides, Nishio Zhuang is already in her thirties and has long passed the time for awakening. How could she be suddenly stimulated?

Or does she just grant power, but this power is not the supernatural power of other people, but just a vassal of her ability? But what difference does it make? Aren’t they all the same on the outside?

Isabel left Mori Ogai here with a headache, while on the other side, Nanako Kojima had completed Isabel's instructions. All members of the Port Mafia, as long as they were still in Yokohama, whether they were lurking or taking a break from work, were called to a conference hall by her. This is the largest conference center in Yokohama. Some international parliaments and performances by famous singers are held in this convention center, which can accommodate up to 17,000 people.

And now, all the mafia are called here.

No one knew why, they themselves were also confused and kept asking people around them.

Dazai Osamu also noticed this. Such a large population movement would inevitably alarm some special people. Others didn't know what she was going to do, but Dazai had an idea in his mind. He leaned against a high corner and looked down. "Do you want to mobilize everyone's strength? But what are you going to do to impress them?"

Even the leader of the Hong Kong underworld needs five major cadres to manage everyone. How can you, an outsider who is not even a member of this organization, win the hearts of different people?

A figure walked out from behind him, he pressed down the brim of his hat, and his orange hair flowed out from it.

The lights came on and the curtains opened.

A woman with long blond curly hair and blue eyes walked out from behind the stage. No one knew her, and doubts were raised from below, causing unrest in many places.

Isabel was completely unaware. With a smile on her face, she saluted everyone in an extremely gentle tone, "Good afternoon, friends of the Port Mafia."

The crowd fell silent, and everyone couldn't help but look at her, wanting to hear what she would say next.

Dazai Osamu sneered and closed his eyes.

"My name is Isabel, and I come from another country far away overseas. I came here because I accepted the invitation from your boss, Ogaido, to visit the Port Mafia organization that he is most proud of."

She gestured slightly, and the light split into a small beam, shining on the corner of the stage. There, Mori Ogai was wearing a neat chief's uniform with a red scarf wrapped around his neck. He stood there quietly with the same smile on his face as always.

"It's the BOSS!" someone greeted. "It's Lord Mori!" Some people felt relieved. "It turns out that she is a guest invited by the leader!" Their rejection of the person on the stage was slightly reduced.

Dazai almost laughed out loud. He covered his mouth. Kuku laughed, "You have come to this day, Mori Ogai." He said, "Have you been made into a statue? Why don't you speak?"

The light flickered, and Mori Ogai's face was soon submerged in the darkness, as if he appeared here just to prove Isabel's legitimacy.

"In just these few days, I have visited a large part of the city. Please forgive me for touring so quickly, because I am deeply shocked by the civilization and construction of this city, and I can't wait to learn more about it."

Some people in the audience couldn't help but puff out their chests, while others couldn't help but say, "Isn't this a bit exaggerated? Why does it sound like we're singing an opera?" But the corners of their mouths were upturned.

"Please don't doubt my heart!" As if hearing these words, Isabel suddenly stopped laughing, knocked the umbrella in her hand on the ground, and her words became stern: "Yokohama is a great city with a long history. It has stood on this land since a long time ago, and has experienced countless storms and changes over the years. It was opened as a port 165 years ago and finally revealed to the world."

"It is the third largest city in the country, the core of trade and Keihin Heavy Industries, and the capital of Kanagawa. It gathers talents in steel, shipbuilding, oil refining, and other fields. It is the country's most advanced technology production base. The port is also used for trade with the whole world and is the economic pillar of the entire country. There are also several world-renowned top universities, which provide countless talents for countless academic research."

"This is an incredibly beautiful city," she said in a calm and encouraging voice, her eyes seemed to sweep across the scene as if it were real, she stared into the eyes of the person in front of her, "You should be proud of this!"

There was silence at the scene. People were moved by her words and began to reflect on their past. It seemed as if they had never understood this city where they had lived for decades, and now they were reminded of it by a foreigner. Was it because they were shrouded in its glory and could not see its full picture for a moment, and did not know its greatness?

The man being stared at by Isabel felt extremely ashamed. He lowered his head deeply, feeling remorse for his past.

As if she had sensed their contemplation, Isabel softened again: "It is precisely because I have read its history and know how much suffering it has gone through and how many people have sacrificed for the city they love that I am even more shocked by the beauty of this city today. History records everything, and the past is like a monument, with every detail engraved on it. It may be forgotten, but there will always be people who remember it, look for it, and read it. At that time, it will reveal its profound inner world, making people dazzled by its thickness."

"What is she talking about?" someone around Dazai asked him.

"She is stirring people's hearts," Dazai Osamu sneered, "No one does not have complicated feelings about their birthplace. From this perspective, she can easily enter their hearts."

The person next to him pondered for a moment and said, "It's nothing. She just said some nice words. Can she really make someone do something?" he asked.

"That depends on what happens next." Dazai Osamu remained calm. He clasped his hands, with bandages falling from one side. He stared at the person on the stage with a look colder than ever before.

"It is also because of the prosperity and greatness of this city that I can't help but feel extremely curious about it," she continued, "and it is also because of this that I learned about the importance of the Port Mafia in this. It occupies the darkness of this city, it ended a long and chaotic past, and thus became a pole of this city. Maybe you can't understand it yourself, but I know its importance because of some inside information."

"Perhaps some of you have heard of the term 'three-minute conception'." She spoke slowly and calmly.