Ancient Dragon in Arknights

Despite a long period of recuperation, the Glasgow Gang has yet to reach a membership of one hundred, primarily because its entry requirements are too high.

Other gangs recruit scum, bad guys, thugs, and criminals—what kind of people does the Glasgow gang recruit?

The young people who work for vendors during the day and like to watch adventure movies or play billiards in the studio at night are more like a gang than a criminal organization.

Nothing illegal or criminal has happened; at most, there have been fights and brawls.

Now, facing those wicked people who have abandoned all moral boundaries and indulged themselves to the extreme, the Glasgow gang is showing extremely strong cohesion—as well as a severe shortage of manpower.

The Glasgow Gang has many high-level fighters, but no matter how strong they are, they can't handle a constant stream of enemies.

"Vina, can you call Neltharion to come and help?"

"I can try."

At the Glasgow gang's base, Vina, Indra, and Morgan were all there. Unlike usual, Indra was injured; although it wasn't serious, he was still bruised.

The battle with the Ghostfire Gang has been going on for two days. Two days ago, the Ghostfire Gang came to the Glasgow Gang demanding that they withdraw from the area; Vina naturally refused, and since negotiations failed, they had no choice but to resort to violence.

A steady stream of Ghostfire gang members began attacking Glasgow gang territory, forcing them to band together and retreat, as any Glasgow gang member who was separated from the group would be surrounded and ambushed by the Ghostfire gang, ultimately ending up in the hospital.

Indra was injured when she failed to lead a team in an offensive. She never expected that the Ghostfire Gang would have so many people that they could occupy key positions on several streets. She almost failed to break through the enemy camp, but she still managed to knock dozens of guys' faces off with her ruthless spirit and scare away the pursuers.

The situation had deteriorated to the point where it would require immense power to turn things around, and coincidentally, the Glasgow Gang knew of such a person.

Vina hesitated because the recent events had almost exposed her relationship with Neltharion—the alliance between Aslan and Drak would definitely enrage every anti-royalist.

'Should we drag him into this because of the Glasgow Gang?'

Vina hesitated for a long time, torn between the Glasgow Gang's defeat and the risk of attracting the military's attention again.

"Hey, Nesario, it's me."

"Is something wrong?"

"The Glasgow Gang needs your help; we're going to lose."

"Wait, I'll be there soon."

In the end, Vina dialed the terminal, and Nesario gladly accepted the invitation—in his opinion, it was no big deal.

His relationship with Vina could be explained by Lothiri, meaning the military would receive a report stating that "Nesario used the Glasgow Gang as a tool." All he needed to do was avoid revealing too many clues, since Lothiri might not be the only spy.

If, when it comes time to report, Losley's report is completely contrary to that of the other spies, then there will be a big problem.

"What happened? I see all the shops on the street are closed, why is that?"

Nesario made his way to the Glasgow gang with ease. He remained aloof on the streets until he entered the enclosed space, where he relaxed a little.

"The Ghost Fire Gang launched a surprise attack on us, and we suffered heavy losses."

"One of the biggest gangs in Londinim?"

Nesario still remembered this information—he had gotten it from the bar, and he hadn't thought he would get involved with the other party.

"Yes, those guys demanded that the Glasgow Gang leave, we disagreed, and that's how the fight started."

"What's the reason? Why does the Ghostfire Gang want to seize this place?"

What reason do gangsters need to rob people?

Morgan told Nesario what had happened, but Nesario was more curious about the Ghostfire Gang's motives.

According to the information I received from Lothilly, the gangs and the black market are currently the two most dangerous places in Londinium. It is definitely not normal for the Ghostfire Gang to trigger a territorial dispute at this critical juncture!

"Vina, what do you intend for me to do? Protect our existing territory? Or attack the Ghostfire Gang?"

"I hope you can help us relieve some of the pressure, at least to take back the territory we've lost."

"When to act?"

"I can fight back right now!"

Morgan had just finished applying medicine to Indra's wounds when the guy stood up as if he wasn't afraid of pain at all. She couldn't swallow this!

"Calm down, Indra. We don't have enough manpower; we must think this through carefully."

"No...no need, I can manage on my own."

Now that he was on the offensive, Nesario didn't need to hold back as much. He had a bad feeling—this was probably not as simple as just taking over territory.

'The Fang Gang is such a trashy gang, they can't possibly be involved in the Duke's plans!'

Nesario was very anxious; he was eager to find out what was going on behind the scenes as soon as possible.

So he went into the occupied street alone and quickly dealt with anyone who showed him weapons or showed hostility.

Men wielding steel pipes, baseball bats, axes, and hammers surged in from all directions. Nesario clenched his fists, curled his tail, and unleashed a flurry of punches and sword strikes.

A single punch can knock an adult male to the ground; its sharp tail can quickly slash the legs, arms, and other areas, not to the point of death but to render the person unable to fight.

After an hour and a half of fighting, all the Ghostfire Gang members who had been entrenched in the street were thrown into the fountain in the square. They piled up one on top of the other, forming a small hill made of humans.

"Speaking of which, this place seems to be the lair of the leader of the Fang Gang."

Nesario looked at the exquisite manor on the side of the street—the house was originally inhabited by the godfather of the Fang Gang, but was later taken over by the Glasgow Gang. Morgan rented it out because the Glasgow Gang didn't need such an exquisite place.

Following his intuition, Nesario entered the manor, and sure enough—the manor was ransacked, with the previous residents' belongings scattered all over the place.

It seems that the Ghost Fire Gang failed to find what they were looking for due to the change in residents.

"It seems the problem really does lie with the Fang Gang, this is truly..."

Nesario quickly returned to the Glasgow Gang's base, leaving the cleanup to the Glasgow Gang.

He found Vina and asked her for the most important clue yet—"Where did the leader of the Fang Gang go?"

Chapter 115 Investigation

"After we completely took control of the Fang Clan, we sent him to prison. After all, we can't kill people."

Morgan, who is very sharp-minded, remembers it clearly. After all, she was the one who took over the Fang Gang's operations step by step, and that period of time was exhausting for her.

"So, that guy is in Lentinium prison right now, right?"

"perhaps."

"What does that mean?"

Nesario knew that the escaped godfather was key to understanding everything. The worst-case scenario was that he had been murdered and imprisoned, and considering Lontinim's current state, Nesario felt that this possibility was not low.

“Prisons also take up building space, and Londinium doesn’t have enough prisons to hold prisoners. So, many people who commit serious crimes and can’t get their sentences overturned are quickly expelled from Londinium. Isn’t that the case in Colombia?”

Ah... Nesario forgot about that. Yes, in Terra—criminals aren't the lowest rungs of society. The lowest rungs are the displaced infected or refugees.

Prisons are for inmates, but what kind of inmates are allowed to stay in prison?

First, there are the powerful and wealthy, because they will pay large bail or rise again in subsequent political struggles, for whom prison is just a temporary setting.

In the history of Colombia and Vitória, many political struggles did not end in imprisonment; that was just the beginning.

Therefore, ordinary prisoners without power or money can simply stay put if their sentences are short. As for those with long sentences and no special abilities... well, keeping them around will only deplete the prison's food reserves, so they might as well make the most of their remaining time.

Columbia Laboratory, Ursus Originium Mine—there's always a need.

"give me some more time."

Nesario quickly dialed Fisher's number. It seemed that the guy hadn't gone home either. He had been busy with the Lontinim police since the start of his vacation, and Nesario hadn't seen him at all.

"what's the matter?"

The communication was connected, and Fisher probably didn't avoid the crowd; the voice that came through was mixed with a lot of background noise, which seemed to be the noise from inside the police station.

"I may have found a new lead regarding the Originium Elixir."

"Tell me more about it."

"That's right, a few months ago..."

Nethario gave a detailed account of the Dogtooth Gang's past and the Glasgow Gang's current predicament, which may seem unrelated to others.

But as someone who understood the situation, Fisher quickly came up with the same idea as Nesario—the Fang Gang had previously secretly helped their supplier hide contraband, only to have it busted by the Glasgow Gang before it could be sold.

That shipment is still hidden in Glasgow gang territory!

Nesario heard the sound of a chair moving backward through the communication, and as time passed, the noisy noise quickly disappeared—it seemed that Fisher had gone to a quiet place alone.

"Thank you for providing this information. I will investigate it."

"Just let me know if you need my help, and remember to let me know when things are resolved."

Since his previous incident, Nesario has resolved not to meddle in other people's troubles anymore, especially the Originium Potion case that is currently causing a stir in Lontinim.

Actually, the life-or-death crisis wasn't what Neltharion feared most. Given sufficient preparation, he would never risk his life fighting seven Sarkaz mercenaries in a confined space; what truly worried him was the Nergigante—that uncontrollable power still resided within him, though it hadn't stirred since the last time, but Neltharion had to be wary.

If he were to come into contact with Originium again and reactivate it, Nesario didn't know if he could withstand it.

Because of the shock of Neltharion's swift sweep of an entire street, the Ghostfire Gang's attack came to an abrupt halt, and they were all afraid that Neltharion would return.

So the Glasgow Gang got a breather. During this time, Neltharion used a hunter's secret code to send a message to the Palicoes—because of Lentinium's high level of attention, meeting with Neltharion could expose the Palicoes; therefore, they could not meet during this period, and they could seek help from the Glasgow Gang if needed, but of course—they had to keep a low profile.

The Palico did not resist at all.

Scholar Meow and Craftsman Meow spend their days studying Terra's native minerals, biological materials, plant types, and so on, hoping to grasp the truth of the world in their lifetime.

The only one to voice an opinion was his companion, Meowth—he was very worried about Neltharion's mental state. Since their "mutual destruction" with Nergigante, they hadn't returned to the New World. He wondered if Neltharion had suffered some kind of psychological trauma.

As expected of a hunter's follower, his intuition is as sharp as ever; Neltharion suffered more than just mental damage—he was "parasitized" by Nergigante.

The scholar cat didn't know anything about Nergigante, so Neltharion didn't intend to put pressure on them; the people who could really solve the problem were in the research team.

He could only pin his hopes on his next trip to the New World, hoping his body could hold out until then.

"So, for now, we just need to wait for good news."

Nesario sat on the bed, ending his first day of vacation.

Goodnight, Victoria.

......

Consciousness floated, as if it were in water, and gradually rose with the body—finally, the dormant consciousness broke through the ocean.

Boom!

"Ouch! It hurts so much..."