At this mont, Arthur was filled with regret, "I should have strangled you at birth, should have strangled you the mont I realized sothing was wrong with you. How did I let you live until now? How?" Arthur stood in the empty, deserted room, asking over and over, as if he were possessed, and after speaking, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Subordinates waiting for Arthur at the door saw him spitting blood and rushed in without hesitation to support Arthur’s collapsing body.
"Boss, soone outside, hurry and help, get the Boss to the hospital," the subordinate who caught Arthur’s falling body shouted loudly in the direction of the door.
But Arthur’s hand was tightly gripping his collar, squeezing it so hard that his skin turned pale, "Catch Ariel and bring her to , I want to punish her myself."
"Rest assured, as soon as we have news of the young lady, we’ll notify you imdiately and bring her to you," the subordinate said with determination in his eyes.
"She is no longer the young lady of my Arthur family, no longer," Arthur insisted on finishing what he wanted to say before falling into a coma.
Although Arthur’s subordinates tried their hardest to keep his coma a secret, the disappearance of the confidential materials, the young lady’s betrayal, and Arthur’s coma inevitably plunged the East District into chaos.
West District.
K, upon hearing the news brought by his subordinates, was initially stunned but then burst into unrestrained laughter. He didn’t even get angry when he accidentally cut a flower stem with the scissors in his hand. Instead, he waved the scissors, cheering like a child.
"I never expected that old geezer would have such a day; I haven’t even made a move against him, and the wolf pup he raised stabbed him like this. This stab was truly heartwarming," K gently caressed his chest as he spoke.
"But it’s truly a pity that I didn’t appear before that old geezer in ti to see his enraged face. That’s truly a regret, but it’s okay. I think I should see it soon enough. Give the orders to keep all our n sharp, keep a close eye on Arthur’s movents, and report any disturbance to imdiately," K instructed with a laugh, wiping away the tears of laughter from the corner of his eye with his finger.
"Yes," responded the man in the white suit.
"By the way, the young lady from the East District is missing. Even though we’ve always been at odds with the East District, we’ll be one family in the future. We must help find the person. Once she’s found, bring her directly to . The man accompanying the young lady should be brought to as well. He dared to play tricks on , so he must pay so price," K said, focusing on the bonsai he had broken while trimming it, picking up the scissors to trim it once more.
"Yes," the man in the white suit said as he exited to carry out K’s orders, seeing no further instructions from K.
As the door closed, K stopped trimming the flower branches, gazing at the flower he had trimd down to a lack of beauty, a smile curling at his lips, "This is truly so interesting, so increasingly interesting. The waters of this city have finally been muddied. Everyone wants to fish in these murky waters, thinking they are the final winner. Let’s see, let’s see who the fiercest fish in this river is, hehe."
K’s eerie laughter drifted around the bedroom like the wind outside the window, blowing past only to stop, vanishing without a trace.
Inside the Interpol headquarters, when the agents received the backpack sent by the undercover operative and saw the docunts inside, all the high-ranking officers of Interpol were both shocked and thrilled. With these materials, the ti to uproot the dark forces growing in H city was significantly shortened.
Over the years, they had no idea how much effort had been expended to obtain these items and how many young police officers with boundless enthusiasm sacrificed their lives for this city.
These people abandoned everything they had to co to this city, quietly contributing their strength for the citizens here, even giving their lives. So of them never even returned ho to see their families, not even having a decent funeral when they died.
Thinking about this, tears uncontrollably welled up in the director’s eyes, "Good, good, truly wonderful. With these items, our chances of victory have greatly increased. Comrades, victory is waiting for us ahead. Let us seize H city, allowing our fallen colleagues to rest in peace in Heaven, saving the citizens of H city, freeing them from suffering and giving them new life," the director said, his cheeks flushed with excitent.
The attendees of the eting grew excited with the director’s words, their cheeks flushed, eyes alight with a hidden fire, and every one of them had the fla of hope burning within, as if victory was truly within reach.
Although the three forces were not openly clashing, the undercurrent of their conflict had already begun, with interactions proving quite lively.
Among the three forces, Interpol used to be at a disadvantage because they had too many constraints, preventing them from competing with those in the East and West Districts who stopped at nothing to achieve their goals. But this ti was different; with the Boss’s leverage and criminal evidence in their grasp, Interpol could move with more skill and ease.
In contrast with the gentle tactics of the police, the thods of the West District were particularly brutal. They were like sharks hunting in the deep sea, latching onto anything with the scent of blood, refusing to let go until they tore sothing apart.
Thus, in just three short days, by the ti Arthur in the East District awoke from his coma, the empire he had painstakingly built over the years had lost more than half. As soon as Arthur opened his eyes, he received such stimulating news, causing him to vomit blood once more without any warning and faint again imdiately.
When Arthur awoke again, the once-bright sky had turned pitch black. "What ti is it now?" Arthur asked, his voice hoarse.
The orderly handed him a cup to drink so water, and his dry throat felt sowhat relieved.
"It’s eight o’clock in the evening," the visitor said, licking his dry lips, his brow furrowed, seeming as if he carried an endless burden of harsh experience, and at his feet lay a black Tibetan mastiff. Who else could it be but the Knight, second-in-command?
"Our territory has shrunk by almost half. If this continues, the kingdom we have fought so hard to conquer will be gone," Knight said.
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