Shadow Empire

Chapter 143 What are the rules [Reward 333+2 last month's reward has been added]
The flames illuminated Lance's profile, as if there was a demon hiding in the flames, trying madly to run out of the back door to hurt the people in the alley!
Flames were shooting out of the windows on the second floor, spreading half a meter away and were still getting worse.

Lance looked at the empty back alley, somewhat incredulous that they had just left like that.

Did you win?
No, he lost from the very beginning. The outcome of this battle cannot be determined by winning or losing, but only by how miserably he lost.

Was it a bad loss?

The house was set on fire, and the bills and various loan certificates inside, things worth 70,000 or 80,000 yuan were all burned to ashes. Isn't it tragic?

Look at the brothers around you who were shot and lie on the ground dying. Isn’t it miserable?

Although he and some of them survived in the end, Lance did not feel any joy at this time, only anger!
He took a few deep breaths, and his throat felt a little hot and sore when he swallowed.

The flames burned the air, making it dry. The throat quickly lost moisture when breathing, and even saliva would make the throat uncomfortable.

"Who... was shot? I just heard someone say that." He walked to a person who was lying on the ground, looking at him.

A character who usually has no sense of existence, but has been by his side since the beginning.

The young man was lying on the ground, holding his chest and abdomen. The blood had spread all around him. He swallowed a mouthful of blood and opened his mouth to say something, but only his mouth was moving but no words came out.

Blood foam slowly overflowed from his mouth. He stretched out his hand, and Lance grabbed his hand. His eyes seemed to brighten.

Lance couldn't feel what his eyes wanted to express. Finally, he smiled, which made Lance feel the weight in his hands was increasing.

he died.

Lance crouched down and placed his hands at his sides, touching his eyes.

The mood here suddenly became gloomy.

“There are people here too…”

Lance hurried over, the same ordinary, not-so-remarkable young man, but always staying by his side.

"I'm going to die." The 19-year-old life had just begun, but at this moment, it came to an end.

He clearly realized that his life had come to an end and that God had opened his arms to him.

"Lance, listen...well, I don't regret it. You made me respectful and gave me back my dignity."

He suddenly swallowed a lot, and after a while, he seemed to have swallowed all that was surging up, and then he continued, "It is my wish to fight for you, but I am just unlucky."

He laughed twice, as if laughing at his bad luck, "Thank you...Lance, thank you..."

"I have to go now……"

"Don't tell my parents, just say I'm fine..."

The girl who had been hiding in the corner started crying. Lance punched the car and said, "Your parents are my parents. I swear!"

The young man showed an expression of reluctance on his face, but God favored him and took him away anyway.

Several others have also died.

Six people were left here and several were injured. This was a heavy blow to Lance's team!

Lance stood by the flames, looking at the ones who were still alive, "I promise, their deaths will not be in vain!"

Melo came over and said, "Let's leave here first..."

As they were leaving, Lance saw the policemen, who didn't seem to mind their leaving.

A fire truck was putting out a fire on Main Street, and more than a dozen "gangsters" were pinned to the ground. The media's flash lights put their "lowliness" and the "greatness" of the police next to them in the same frame.

The tattered vehicle left quickly, and what happened here was quickly spreading to the entire Jingang City.

After 30 minutes of fighting, it is said that out of a hundred people, only 30 of them held off the fire. If the fire had not started to spread to the surrounding areas, it might have caused greater fire and losses. It is hard to say what the consequences would have been.

But at least, now "Lance" and his "Lance family" have entered the vision of some people.

Lance drove their battered car quickly back home and immediately called the doctor.

The doctor was woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night. His tone was a little unhappy. "It's..." He glanced at the clock. "It's less than four o'clock."

"Good God, what has to happen so late?"

But soon, Lance's voice came from the receiver, "My brother is seriously injured and needs your help."

"Now?" He looked at the time again. Don't these people sleep at night?

Lance was in no mood to waste time with him, "Sorry, six of my brothers just died and others were injured. I'm not in the mood to joke with you."

"It's still the same choice. You name a price, or I give you a price."

It was clearly not a threat, but the doctor could hear the threatening tone in it, and he sobered up a little, "I don't want to cause any trouble, Mr. Lance."

"You don't have to worry about getting into trouble. Everyone knows about this, and no one will bother you because of it."

"If he does, give me his name and I'll make sure he won't bother you again."

The doctor smiled a little coldly, "No need, Mr. Lance...", but he also heard Lance's determination, "Where are you?"

"I need to prepare some surgical equipment and medicine. How many of you are injured?"

"More than a dozen. Some just need simple suturing, but a few may need surgery. The location is..." The doctor went to a friend's clinic, got various medical equipment and medicines, and then went to find the nurse who often worked with him, and went to the place Lance said.

When he arrived at the place, he found that these people were all depressed. A man was lying on the coffee table in the hall. From his chest that was no longer rising and falling, it could be seen that this person was dead.

The doctor felt a little awkward, "Sorry, I'm late."

Lance turned around and looked at him. That look frightened the doctor a little, but soon, his eyes softened a little, "There are still some people who need your help. They are inside."

The nurse was a little scared. Lance looked at her and forced a smile, "I promise no one will hurt you, no matter what the consequences are."

The doctor pulled the nurse in, and neither of them talked about money.

"Seven." Lance leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and looked very tired.

"Remember their names, their family situations in the Empire, and send... fifty dollars to their parents every month. Also, write a letter for them."

Lance looked at Mello. Mello was lucky except for some scratches when he fell.

He nodded. "I'll write it down."

Lance looked at the ceiling and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Alberto arrived at about four o'clock, with a look of surprise on his face. He gave Lance a big hug as soon as he came in, "I knew you had a strong life!"

Lance managed a smile, "They took seven of my brothers."

Alberto, however, thought that this was not a lot. "Although this is sad news, Lance, from my perspective as an outsider, this number is not that much."

"On the contrary, they suffered more than 30 casualties, several times more than yours. Now everyone is laughing at Heller's joke."

“You’re famous!”

Lance has a different view, "If fame is based on the premise that someone must die for me, I don't really want this kind of fame."

Seeing his exhausted face, Alberto's expression became more serious. "This is the price, Lance."

“If you want others to respect you and be in awe of you, you must have something that they respect and be in awe of.”

"No matter your status or the weapon in your hand, otherwise they will cause trouble for you again and again like today."

"This country always flaunts its civilization, advancement, and beauty, but all of this is just for us to see."

"Now do you see it?"

"As long as they don't touch their bottom line, there is nothing they can't compromise on."

Lance nodded, "I have a question now."

Alberto motioned him to say.

"If I were to take revenge on Heller tomorrow, would anyone stop me?"

Alberto shook his head, "You say you understand, but you don't, Lance."

"Imperials fight Imperials. No matter how you fight, the Federation will be the ones who benefit in the end!"

"You killed Heller, so you can't take over his businesses, but the federals can. They don't care what you do, as long as you don't touch their bottom line and make this city look dangerous."

"Then even if you kill Heller with a weapon in the middle of the city in broad daylight, they will still pretend not to see it!"

"The federal people make the rules, and we abide by them, but first, you have to understand what the rules are!"

"And how far you can go!"

"Mr. Pasletto asked me to tell you that this city and this country are far more complicated than you think."

"If you're not going to continue to make some..." He turned his wrist a few times, "technical adjustments."

"Then this matter ends here. Heller will not trouble you again."

"But if you wish to avenge your brothers, then just shoot him dead in one blow, and no one will stop you."

"Because order is needed here."

"Politicians' order, police's order, and...our order!"

"Someone has to be in charge of these tasks, Lance. When we are still weak, we have to follow the rules."

"But when we have the power to break the rules or even make the rules, we will consider the rest."

"Now, all you need is to get a good night's sleep, and then find a way to make those big guys stop ignoring you!"

Alberto left soon after, and the doctors completed the other surgeries.

Several people were seriously injured, and all that was left was some simple suturing, which the nurses could do.

When Lance asked him how much he wanted, he only asked Lance for 20,000 yuan.

There is also a favor.

(End of this chapter)