Chapter 33: You still want to hit me even though you are unconscious?
Just a few seconds, but it felt as long as centuries. The blood on his forehead rolled down his cheeks, and the strong fishy smell almost made him marinate. Yuan had no time to care and just stared at Lancelot.
Why is he here?
Why wasn't he surprised at all?
Why... did he want to get involved in this mess?
Because of his extremely tense nerves, Youan's fingers were still shaking slightly, but it was undeniable that the other person's appearance suddenly gave him a strange sense of security.
This is a terrible habit.
"I've long suspected you were a ghost, but I'd rather hear it from you. Do you remember the last mechanical component you sold?"
Lancelot stepped over the limp corpse. His voice was low, revealing a suppressed calm. "There was a metal part inside that matched the model in the brooch, so I had someone check. Sure enough, none of the five purchase IDs were yours, and there were no records of additional resales..."
As his footsteps stopped in front of Youan, Lancelot paused and looked carefully at the poor rabbit in front of him.
Ever since they moved in together, Youan's food, clothing, housing and transportation had been even more refined than those of a noble young master. However, now he was in a dishevel, wearing gray and ragged clothes, his hair looked like it had been blown, so messy that his already short rabbit ears were almost invisible, and there was a bloody mark on his cheek from a metal fragment.
It's very dazzling.
Lancelot frowned and sighed softly, "How strange! It seems like you always get into trouble when you're out of my sight."
A damp cold wind suddenly rushed in from the shattered window, and the extremely subtle movement was caught in it, making the rabbit's ears tremble with blood.
Youan stood still obediently, opened his mouth, and said in a vague voice: "So you shouldn't have come."
The identity of a great noble is as sensitive as a time bomb. Once the media discovers that Lancelot is involved in the investigation case of the Inspection Department, who knows what kind of storm it will cause.
"What should I do now that I'm here?" Lancelot raised the corner of his mouth and laughed at himself.
He felt like he was going crazy. The principle of life was to stay out of trouble, but now what came out of his mouth was, "Don't worry, after I kill Yinchuan, no one else will know about what happened today..."
You An showed an extremely shocked expression: "So the commotion just now was caused by you leading people away?"
"Yes, that's right. I brought some trustworthy mercenaries with me."
Lancelot smiled easily, as if to say, "I brought ten bodyguards to your autograph session," but his voice was slightly tense. "Listen, now you go to the exit of the dungeon. There's someone there to meet you. I'll finish this... Forget it, just leave. We'll discuss everything back in Kagano..."
"No, no, no, you don't have to do this—"
Euan was almost in a state of panic. The current situation was completely out of his plan. He didn't bother to explain and planned to drag the person away first, but Lancelot pushed him again and tried to kick the person out of the window.
Just as the two were pulling each other, scattered footsteps came into the warehouse and a beam of strong light shot out, completely covering them like a fishing net.
"I don't know if it's because of love or illness, but it's best to pause for now."
The inspector in a suit and tie paced casually, raised his hand and waved it casually, and the well-equipped orcs on both sides immediately surrounded them and quickly half-surrounded them.
Lancelot and Youan were both stunned.
Almost at the same moment these people raised their guns, Lancelot pushed the people around him behind him and looked at Colin with a slightly frown: "Why are you here? It seems that today is not the agreed patrol day."
Ke Lin raised an eyebrow, as if he was amused by the other party's questioning.
Before he could react, a voice slowly floated out -
"I informed you."
"What?"
Lancelot turned around with surprise in his eyes, and the guy who was tightly hidden by him slowly walked into everyone's sight.
Countless red dots densely covered his body. Youan dropped the weapon in his hand, put his ears behind his head, and repeated honestly once again: "I was the one who notified you."
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The underground city has its own administrative team that is independent of all the star zones in Granton, and even inspectors have to conduct inspections on specific days.
But Colin received an anonymous tip-off about the pirates' whereabouts, so he came here in a low-key manner with his confidants. He never expected that there were so many surprises in the dungeon, for example, a daring brother was waiting for him there.
"Thanks to the reports from caring citizens, we are actively hunting down the remaining pirates."
The reliable inspector was very good at dealing with people and used his prepared words to dismiss the administrative officials of the underground city and the media who came to inquire.
When they heard Yinchuan's appearance, these people's eyes lit up. The pot-bellied official immediately ordered the exit to be blocked and led his people to leave in a hurry.
"These old guys do nothing all day long, but they are the most active in grabbing credit." Seeing the noisy crowd going away, Colin sneered and gave a few instructions to his subordinates, then turned and entered the aircraft that had been parked for a long time.
At this time, the atmosphere between the two enthusiastic citizens was not very pleasant.
"So—Yuan guessed that Yinchuan had come after the Wheatfield Bar, so he reported it to you in advance, intending to stall for time and wait for you to arrive and start a fight?"
Colin lay down on the chair across from them, pinching his brows tiredly: "That's right."
After receiving the confirmation, Lancelot's expression became even uglier. He turned around and asked Youan beside him: "Why don't you just report it directly? Why did you come here by yourself?"
You An lowered his head and said weakly: "I just want to... watch him die with my own eyes."
It would be great if I could kill the other person with my own hands.
Lancelot sighed helplessly at his reasoning. He couldn't understand such reckless and foolish behavior. He frowned and asked, "If Kagano finds out, you'll be expelled. You've worked so hard to get in, but now you're going to lose your studies?"
"Lancelot." Colin sat up and had to remind the other party in a calm voice to pay attention to his emotions before the atmosphere got worse.
However, Lancelot flicked his tail impatiently and ignored him, staring straight at Youan and urging: "I'm asking you."
Thinking of the consequences of not being able to write a thesis, not being able to graduate, and not being able to get a degree, You An wiped away his tears and pursed his lips: "I have to study."
"You want to study, but you're still taking such a risk? Stupid, aren't you?" Lancelot saw that he knew the difference between the important and the unimportant, but still insisted on going his own way. He folded his arms and slammed the back of the chair, crossed his legs, and muttered, "You shouldn't have come to the dungeon in the first place, and you shouldn't have had anything to do with the bar owner here..."
A barrage of words fell on top of his head, forcing Youan to bury his head even lower.
Don’t I know? I know!
You An felt like he was being stabbed again and again. With red eyes, he interrupted the other party: "The dungeon makes money quickly! I need money, lots and lots of money!"
It would be best if there were so many that I wouldn’t have to worry about You Tuantuan’s medical expenses, countless debts, and unpayable loans. I could just relax and enjoy the flowers in the spring instead of thinking about how many petals I need to eat to fill my stomach!
He was always cautious when wandering in the dungeon, except that he chose to help the Hummingbird Society out of selfish motives, but that was also an accident, wasn't it? Who the hell would have thought that Yinchuan could escape.
If I have to say that I was wrong, it was that I underestimated the cunning of the pirates.
Lancelot was stunned by the roar, and his furry pointed ears turned back quickly.
He didn't want to argue with Youan, and he never acted hysterically.
But seeing the other person panting, twisting to the side, half turning his back to him, obviously not wanting to pay attention to him, he suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart.
Lancelot frowned, pressed down Youan's shoulders, and turned him to face him. He suppressed his anxiety and said, "Youan, are we friends?"
"……yes."
"Then why don't you ask me for help?"
That won’t do!
Whether it is daily food, clothing, housing and transportation, or training and teaching, you are already taking advantage of it.
You An crossed his arms, wiped his eyes carelessly, and said stubbornly: "Just because we are friends, I shouldn't involve you in this."
Lancelot was stunned. Seeing Youan's self-righteous look, he couldn't hold back his anger. "Do you have a scale in your head? Is it necessary to calculate everything so clearly and take on everything yourself? If I hadn't come, you would have been beaten to a pulp by that idiot!"
Youan was also angry after being yelled at. He snatched the toolbox at Colin's feet, opened it with a click, and tipped it down. The metal machinery crashed onto the table and piled up into a small hill.
Regardless of Colin's frantic gasps beside him, Youan grabbed a mechanical bomb that could blow up an entire aircraft and threw it at Lancelot, stiffening his neck and saying, "See? See? I can escape! No need to wait for others to rescue me!"
Lancelot sneered, his ears darting. "You're not going to get away! Yinchuan's men are all over the area for eight blocks. They'll catch you like a cat catching a mouse. They'll just open fire when the inspector you're thinking of arrives with his men. They're fighting for their lives, and you think throwing a few bombs is a real combat drill?"
Youan clenched his fists and glared at him angrily with his eyes slanted. This little killing power was not enough in front of Lancelot who was already angry.
"Okay, let's say you escaped Yinchuan's control and they killed him. Do you think you can just happily return to the dormitory? You're dreaming!"
Lancelot's voice was as cold as if it were covered with ice chips. He waved his arm and suddenly pointed at Colin who was looking at the mechanical bomb.
"This guy's an inspector! Not some good-for-nothing who gets paid for nothing! He's long suspected the Ghost, and as soon as he gets there, he'll seal off the exits. He'll have to turn the dungeon upside down to find you. What makes you think you can get away from a group of officers who've been through gunfire after just a few months of hothouse-like training?! Answer me, Youan!"
Youan bit his lip and couldn't say anything, because the actual development of the matter was indeed different from what he expected.
But Lancelot's accusing tone made him anxious and angry. He immediately made up his mind and rushed towards his chest fiercely.
This really confused Lancelot. He was always considerate of others but still didn't know how to be kind. After he realized what was happening, his trembling eyes were full of disbelief: "You bumped into me! You bumped into me!"
You An covered his red forehead, but he was still as aggressive as ever: "I'm going to hit you! I'm going to hit you!"
The noisy shouting made Colin cover his ears in annoyance. He was so unlucky to have taken on this job.
"Calm down, kids, why don't we sit down, have some biscuits and a cup of hot tea, and then have a peaceful chat?" Colin stood up and clapped his hands, smiling.
However, Lancelot and Youan were completely unable to listen. They turned their heads and shouted at Colin in rebellion:
"None of your business!!!"
The two overlapping sounds are enough to burst the eardrums.
The young inspector shook his animal ears, maintained a gentle smile, and simply adjusted his bow tie when he heard the words.
Without even blinking, he slowly raised his hand and cut the back of the two men's necks ruthlessly and neatly!
“Boom.”
The two limp bodies fell to the ground, heads touching each other, and the aircraft became quiet again.
Sure enough, the most brutal means are also the most effective.
Colin sat back down, made himself a cup of hot tea, and enjoyed the hard-earned peace and harmony.
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