Day 4 of failing to pass the level

"I'm working for the madam, so if you know what's good for you, get out of here!"

"Madam? I don't know her. I want the person behind you."

Judith was very wary of the tall man in front of her; it was the first time she had felt threatened by a stranger.

Peter turned his head: "Mr. Mosisson, someone is trying to take you from me. You choose who to go with."

John, trying to escape by standing on tiptoe and pressing his obese body against the wall: ...

"Can I not choose?" John's voice trailed off.

"Of course not!"

“Nooooo.”

Judith and Peter spoke at the same time.

Peter made a decision: "Let's fight, and whoever survives gets to keep him."

Judith had no better solution and agreed with Peter's approach.

...

In the end, Peter brought back half of John, while Judith took the other half.

"Woof," don't be sad.

Adrian touched the boss's palm with his head, and Peter, who had come to his senses, patted the little dog's head, thinking that at least it wasn't half right.

How to report back to the big boss?

The mission is accomplished once the man dies, unless John Motison were to rise from the two halves of his body.

Peter uploaded a photo of the half-dead creature covered in blood to his email.

"Let's go. We'll have a few days without being bothered. We need to get you a dog tag."

Peter patted the puppy's head, trying to forget about those unimportant things.

Memories can't be recovered overnight, but if we don't contact him now, he'll just take any position once the big boss and the second boss start fighting.

The email was sent in the afternoon, and the accusation was received in the evening.

Peter put down the woven collar he was making and picked up the phone from the cabinet.

"Good evening, boss. How may I help you?"

A disguised electronic voice came from the other end of the phone: "Good evening, Peter. You need to give me an explanation for the fact that John Moxison is only half there. The initial order was to capture him alive."

Peter: "Someone was fighting me for Moxison, and in order to prevent him from continuing to harm the gang's interests, I had no choice but to send him to meet his maker."

"...People like us won't see God after we die."

The big boss spoke calmly; he didn't care whether John or anyone else lived or died. What he wanted was Peter's attitude.

Having barely passed the test, the big boss took a deep drag on his cigar, his electronic voice hoarse:

"Peter, is there anything else you want to tell me, such as the team you joined, or your teammates?"

This almost explicitly indicates that something has happened to Pete. The big boss is quite distressed about some people, but he does value Peter highly.

Thinking about internal gang issues, the big boss asked Peter:

“Pignov cried to me that you killed his most beloved nephew and demanded that you repay him with blood. What do you think I should do?”

Peter: "If the big boss decides that I did it, then he can do whatever he wants with me."

"...Hahahaha, you don't need to believe me, Peter. This was Pignov's fault. He has so many nephews left, he can always find a replacement. Next time he provokes you, you don't need to give him face. He deserves to be taught a lesson."

"People get confused as they get older. They're so confused. Peter, you're still young."

The big boss's tone was ambiguous before he hung up the phone.

Peter ignored the big boss's warning and thought to himself that the big boss hadn't shown any mercy when he decided to take action.

Thanks to the puppy's exceptional hearing, Adrian, who was lying on the old man's lap, heard everything clearly.

Was the boss's past really that exciting?

Because he hadn't experienced genuine gang warfare in the previous game, Adrian had virtually no combat experience. Now, he desperately wanted to get involved and participate in the boss's past.

However, Adrian's gaze froze; he was a puppy now!

Why isn't he human?!

Feeling the repeated pats on his head, Adrian slumped down. Why couldn't he become human?!

[Note: Guaranteed genuine puppy, no chance of it turning into a human]

Adrian:

The moment the call was hung up, another call came in urgently.

The familiar number belonged to him.

After recognizing the phone, Peter withdrew his hand, which was about to throw it, and waited quietly for the old man on the other end to speak.

He didn't remember any life-saving grace; all that remained for him was suffering.

The first thing he said on the phone was, "Todd! Why did you kill Mosesson without my permission?!"

"Do you know that Mosisen would be more useful to us if he were alive? What would happen to our plans if he were dead?"

Ignoring the old man's anger, Peter said coldly, "Please call me Peter. I'm sorry about my memories of Todd. Is Mosesson's death a problem? Don't you have any backup plans?"

And "The final death knell, don't point fingers at me."

His infuriatingly witty and even threatening responses only fueled Deathstroke's anger.

Damn Batman, what kind of child has he raised? A rebellious kid weighing over 200 pounds and weighing over 100 pounds.

Shift!

Unbeknownst to Batman, far away in Gotham, someone harbors resentment towards his students, and he is currently training his new apprentice.

Deathstroke suppressed his anger and warned Peter, "Whether you admit your identity or not, it doesn't change the fact that you are his. Memories may fade, but skills and habits will not!"

“We know perfectly well what you’re trying to do with me by making me acknowledge Todd’s identity. I’m not interested in your grudges. I’ll go back when the time comes.”

Death Knell: ...

"Okay, Peter, just keep running away!"

"Beep beep beep..."

Peter gave a emotionless "Wow," and the phone rang again the next second after he had just hung up.

Thirty seconds later, Peter answered the phone, believing that Deathstroke had reached his limit of patience.

"Is there anything else?"

The interrupted spellcaster, Deathstroke, uttered a vicious sentence:

"Don't forget where you're from. You must see the target by the end of this month!!"

"Beep beep beep..."

"He's clearly very angry. Ali, don't follow his example; it'll make you prone to high blood pressure."

Peter put down the phone and continued adjusting Adrian's collar.

Adrian, who agreed with Wang Wu, was rewarded with a pat on the head by his boss.

As expected of the leader, but Deathstroke doesn't always act like the leader is the best friend in the world, does he?

Was he loading cargo?

Adrian was shocked. Had he missed something in the last episode? He admitted that it was wrong of him to focus too much on the boss and neglect the others. He would definitely observe Deathstroke more carefully the next time he saw him.

Peter was unaware of the complex thoughts in the newly adopted puppy; he only felt that Ali's appearance was just right.

Not in a perilous environment upon waking, not in an environment where gang warfare makes it impossible to sleep peacefully.

Perhaps it's a fleeting loneliness and emptiness, or perhaps it's the confusion brought on by amnesia.

Peter hugged the puppy's neck and repeated the actions he couldn't remember, following the posture he remembered.

He always felt that he had done this position many times before, but the room should have rustic and cozy furniture, a warm fireplace, and a plate of snacks like cookies by his side.

Perhaps a butler will remind him to do his homework? Perhaps a tall man whose face is obscured will drift past him?

Peter pressed his forehead to the ground. The reality was a bare model house, with no one else and no cookies. It seemed as if everything was just his imagination.

He tried to ignore the fragmented memories that occasionally surfaced in his dreams, the warmer they were, the more painful they became.

Peter left Deathstroke not only to escape the abnormal living environment of the League of Assassins, but also because he didn't want to continue listening to Deathstroke's narratives.

Several people in the know spotted him there, his expression ambiguous, saying things that were hard to understand. Peter hated being controlled.

Adrian noticed that his boss was daydreaming again. Thinking back to the first time his boss saw him, how his boss bit his trouser leg, and how his boss led him to the rooftop, he could only describe his boss as being in a daze.

Less than a day after their reunion, who was the eldest brother looking at through him?

"The big boss is old, the second boss is ambitious, and the third boss seems to be in a dilemma and not helping either side, but only he knows whether he is tempted by that position. People like Moxisen and Pete are cannon fodder, and even Pignov is one of them."

"I am also his pawn."

"Ali, do you think we should muddy the waters? If you want to, shout once; if you want it to be even more chaotic, shout twice."

Peter's blue-green eyes were completely black, and he felt phantom pain in his body again. His heart had several large holes that were constantly letting in air.

Do you value him?

We should make use of him.

Peter felt nauseous; he needed blood to relax and fill himself up.

The puppy's thick fur is a good thing the unshaven sideburns are, otherwise the puppy would have barked in protest.

Adrian barked twice as his boss wished.

“Good dog, Ali will listen to you. We’ll get the puppy license and go back. If we calculate the time, we’ll be able to catch a big show.”

A smile appeared on Peter's stern face. He was happy; he still had his puppy. He wasn't unwanted.

Peter suddenly pondered: Who is unwanted?

...

Adrian pressed against his boss's chest, feeling his boss's emotions sink again. Constantly high anger is bad for the body, but constantly fluctuating emotions that lead to depression are even worse.

"Ali, will you always be by my side?"

Peter also found his own words funny, "You're my little dog, where can you go?"

"Woof," yes, yes, you're right.

Peter laughed even louder after receiving a response; he was satisfied with Ali's answer and was content to enjoy the moment, regardless of the future.

At least for now, he has his dog for company.

Adrian's mind flashed with these words: Urgent! My boss seems to be out of his mind?!