Poseidon in Arknights

The Rat King looked at Xi Yue, who was leisurely drinking tea: "Your friends are in a tough battle. Aren't you going to help them?"

"Well~ I already said I'm here to watch the show, so of course I can't show up directly. I'm just here to remind you that this is just a show, don't get too carried away." Yu Yue glanced to the side and continued drinking her tea.

“But I never heard that you would use such force.” Mostima also glanced at the Penguin Logistics group that was being besieged in the distance.

The Rat King smiled and said, "I don't always open up to young people about everything."

Mostima nodded: "That's true, I always forget what kind of person you are."

The Rat King turned around: "Many people will forget this, and they will all die without a burial place. You are already being treated with special privileges, and tonight many people will remember."

Mostima stared intently at the Rat King: "You killed the boss, this won't be over so easily, will it?"

"Hehe, I understand." The Rat King nodded, looking in the direction where he had just abandoned the Emperor, and then at Xi Yue, who had already left sometime earlier.

'They're truly elusive...' The Rat King shook his head. 'Penguin Logistics and their owners are far too arrogant. Lungmen is changing; we can't let them do whatever they want forever.'

The Rat King turned his head and looked at Mostima, who had already taken out her staff. "They need a lesson, a slightly harsher one."

Mostima raised an eyebrow at the Rat King, whose tone had suddenly changed: "Doing too many things like crossing the river and then burning the bridge will bring retribution."

“You’ve done so much through Penguin Logistics…” Mostima looked at the Rat King in front of him, listening to the clamor around him, and suddenly realized something. “Wait, you planned to do this from the beginning?”

"Who knows."

Mostima nodded: "It seems that there are far more people watching today's show than I expected, or rather, if there weren't so many people, the show would be meaningless, right?"

The Rat King nodded: "Hehe...you're really smart."

“To be honest, I suddenly want to leave.” Mostima shook her head, but didn’t put down her staff. “But I’m also very curious about what caused this whole thing to happen?”

The Rat King smiled but offered no explanation: "The flames are responding to your will. Are you planning to send me to my grave?"

“How could that be?” Mostima smiled. “I am very respectful of the elderly and kind to the young.”

"Mostima!" The sharp-eared Archangel heard the sound of the spell, looked up at the float, and saw Mostima fighting with the Rat King.

Texas grabbed Exusiai, who was about to rush forward: "Wait, Exusiai, we're the ones who're surrounded. Don't disrupt the formation."

Exusiai stopped in her tracks, focusing on the enemies gradually closing in: "Tch...! Wait a minute! I'll be right there!"

Croissant remembers blocking the baseball bat with her shield: "These guys are mixed in with ordinary citizens, they can't fight properly at all!"

Bison swung his shield, knocking down an enemy charging at him: "What is all this...?"

"Baison, stop standing there! You're blocking my way! Get out of the way!"

Bison slightly shifted his body, just enough for Croissant to pass: "Everyone's just looking out for themselves, so how can this be...?"

“…Never mind.” Bison’s expression suddenly changed, as if he had put something down. “Since it’s always like this, then let’s each do our own thing.”

Bison took his phone out of his pocket and pressed dial: "Can you hear me?"

Kong looked at Baisong, who had just taken out his phone, with some confusion: "Communication? For whom?"

"Watch out." Texas reached out and pressed the empty head down, just in time to avoid the flying bottle.

"Focus, empty."

Kong shrank back as he looked at the shattered wine bottle on the ground: "Okay, okay!"

Bison looked at the phone screen and saw that the call had been connected, but the other end remained silent. He then said, "You're here, right? You've always been here."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, then the butler's voice came through: "Young Master... I..."

Bison's tone softened: "I don't blame you; it's probably just Father meddling. But now, you have to help me out."

"...Understood, young master. Please give your orders."

"Given the current situation, what more needs to be said?" Bison slightly moved his phone away, as if wanting the person on the other end to hear the clamor of the surrounding crowd. "Just knock them out of the way, that's all."

The butler's tone was strange: "To hear such an order from the young master."

"Allow me to ask on behalf of the master, why?"

Bison used his shield to block an attack, forcefully shoved the person aside, and casually threw his phone as a projectile: "...I don't care about all the reasons! Croissant, move aside!"

"Huh? Oh, oh." After Croissant blocked the opponent's attack, she turned slightly to the side and saw Bison rushing past her.

Bison, hiding behind his shield, charged straight at them, yelling, "Hah!"

Croissant stared in surprise at Bison rushing out: "He... he flew through the air!? Now he's aligned with my target!"

The butler, using the binoculars on his sniper rifle, observed the situation unfolding in the square: "Hmm... as for the outcome, the master should be satisfied, but if the young master continues like this... won't he be led astray by Penguin Logistics?"

The butler shook his head, turning his attention to the others in the square who were preparing to besiege Penguin Logistics. His eyes returned to calm: "No... we can't continue to hinder the young master. As long as the young master thinks it's okay, then it's okay, hmm."

The gangster who had been knocked away clutched his arm: "You little brat! Why don't you just lie there and get down! Come at me all!"

Bison calmly dodged the attack by sidestepping.

"It was dodged!?"

Another gangster was about to raise his baseball bat when he felt a tremendous force strike the bat, knocking it from his hand: "Ouch! That hurts! Something knocked my bat away!"

Another gang member noticed the bullet holes in the baseball bat that had rolled to his feet and immediately realized, "Watch out, there's a sniper!"

"Get out of my way!" Bison charged forward with his shield up, trying to get closer to the float that was not far away.

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Mostima took two steps back, looking at the Rat King who was still standing there with a relaxed expression: "...Although I was controlling my strength, you didn't move an inch. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

The Rat King smiled and shook his head: "Standing still doesn't mean you're having an easy time."

Mostima shook his head at the relaxed Rat King: "Is there really anything in Lungmen that can defeat you?"

The Rat King smiled and tapped the top of the float with his cane: "Yes, 'Dragon Gate' is possible."

Mostima shook his head, not very satisfied with the Rat King's answer: "Ah, a cunning answer."

"I also make sure to go to the park for morning exercise every day. As you get older, it's very important to stay healthy."

Mostima smiled: "Morning exercise can have this effect?"

After thinking for a moment, the Rat King added, "We also need to add a little bit of life experience."

Mostima suddenly asked, "How are those two Syracuseans?"

"How is it?" The Rat King repeated Mostima's question without giving a direct answer.

Mostima looked at the Rat King and sighed: "...I really want to know how many shady things like this you quietly take care of every day."

"Or rather, how many times have you made those who wanted to seize the Dragon Gate kill each other?"

The Rat King pretended to think for a moment and then shook his head: "I can't remember, child. I only remember that there were far more, far more, people who rushed forward to survive than there were corpses in the sewers."

“Miss Mostima! I’m here to help…” Bison shouted to Mostima, who seemed to be having some difficulty on the field, after driving back the gangsters surrounding the float.

Suddenly, several other gangsters and what appeared to be passersby emerged from the crowd and blocked Bison's path: "Don't come any closer. You guys, go help the boss."

"Yes!"

Bison looked at the enemies who had surrounded him again: "How could we let you succeed!"

An ordinary-looking resident, holding a baseball bat and preparing to swing at Bison, was knocked away. However, he didn't panic; instead, he took several steps back, dodging the incoming bullets: "A sniper? The young master's bodyguard?"

"Step aside!"

A man dressed in what looked like pajamas pressed a baseball bat against Bison and said in a deep voice, "You're just an ordinary messenger; you shouldn't be getting involved."

Bison looked at the enemy before him: "A messenger? Yes, I'm just a messenger. But those guys behind and in front of us who are the most troublesome seem to be messengers as well."

The gangster holding a baseball bat shook his head: "Penguin Logistics and the others are different from you. If you withdraw from this fight now, you can still save yourself."

Bison looked at the person in front of him and asked, "...You decide?"

"Hmm—! You do have some skill after all!"

Mostima shouted down to Bison, "Just do it!"

"understand!"

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, Jie scratched his head: "Are we... just going to watch like this?"

"Just watch it. I don't know what's going on."

"But at least no innocent people were harmed, right?" Jie looked at the overturned stall. "So much delicious food and drinks, just wasted like that..."

Huaihu scratched his head as he looked at the overturned stall: "It hurts to see such a waste. But I have a feeling that this fight was also part of the party?"

"Is it all arranged?"

Huaihu shook his head as he looked at the chaotic battlefield: "It doesn't seem like it. At least they are definitely fighting for real. Ah, someone is charging over."

Jie dodged the thrown bottle: "Huh?"

"Uh...! What... seems like... you've hit the wrong person..." The gangster in the suit, seeing that something was wrong and it seemed like he had hit the wrong person, quickly turned around and joined the battle at Penguin Logistics.

'Just now, did the bottle pause in mid-air for a moment?' Jie looked at the bottle that had fallen next to him, but apart from a few water droplets on it, it was just an ordinary wine bottle.

Jie shook his head, thinking it was just an illusion, and looked at Huaihu beside him: "Isn't it a little unsafe to stay here?"

Huaihu shrugged: "Anyway, I don't know what to do when I get back to the firm. I've been up all night for almost a day."

Jie looked at Huaihu and suddenly asked, "Don't you have an exam tomorrow? This afternoon?"

When asked this question, Huaihu suddenly fell silent: "...Oh no."

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“Those two over there don’t seem to be involved in this farce.” Is stood on the platform looking down at the chaos below. “We should advise them to stay away from here; they could get hurt if they’re not careful.”

"Don't worry, don't worry, I've been watching." Xi Yue, who was sitting on a small table and stool on the roof, didn't seem to care about what was happening below.

“That’s true, the square is really foggy today, Miss Yuzuki.”

“It’s just a simple trick.” Yuzuki shook her head, poured two cups of black tea, and pushed the other two stools to their corresponding positions. “Is, won’t you sit down and have a cup of tea? And Miss Fiameta too.”

"...Wait a minute, isn't that the emperor of Penguin Logistics, the one with the hole in his stomach?" Fiameta pointed to the penguin carcass next to the float. "He's dead, aren't you all worried?"

"Panic? How could I be?" Is shook his head. "The Emperor plays with fire and gets burned a few times every month. We're used to it."

Even if he's dead?

Is nodded: "Yes."

Fiameta stared at Is, who had a calm expression, and Yuuki, who was elegantly sipping tea: "...Perhaps Mostima really shouldn't have gotten too close to you."