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Skinny Curly glanced at Boss Noodles, "Don't drag this out too long, we don't have much time."

"Heh." Ina snorted coldly.

Don't drag it out too long, does that mean this soft noodle will solve her problem quickly? What a joke.

The contest began quickly. The two stood facing each other, five meters apart. At the signal to begin, Noodles threw a punch with one hand, his entire hand transforming into a cluster of intertwined noodles, like a giant, flexible arm clenching a fist and striking. Ina grabbed her sword with both hands and slashed down. The fragile Noodles were no match for the blade, which was much stronger than ordinary cold weapons.

The fist made of noodles was chopped off, hundreds and thousands of noodles broke off, and the broken noodles scattered in the air.

However, this was Garibaldi's true offensive with "Noodles." The scattered noodles suddenly straightened and, like thick needles, rushed towards Ina from all directions.

But just as the noodles thought they were about to succeed, Ina conjured longswords all over her body, and then spun around like a top, blocking all the incoming noodles from every angle, ensuring that not a single noodle touched her.

Ina didn't stop taunting; instead, she charged straight at Noodles, ready to end the fight.

Unexpectedly, a pile of noodles scattered on the ground crawled towards her from all directions like countless earthworms. There were so many that even though Ina was running, her shoes were still covered in noodles.

Suddenly, the noodles stopped, and "Noodles" Garibaldi looked at Ina, "You lost."

“How did I lose? These noodles at most slowed me down; they couldn’t do me any harm at all,” Ina argued.

Garibaldi didn't explain directly, but said, "Pick up the noodles and see."

Ina picked up a noodle and found it very strange. She crushed it with her fingers and found that the noodle had turned into dry noodles, but the outer layer was wet, and the outer layer was olive oil.

“I can make more noodles. You’ve been stuck with them. If I light a fire, the noodles on your body will catch fire. The magical defense membrane can temporarily protect you, but it will increase your energy consumption. In this situation, haven’t you already lost?” the noodles said.

Ina frowned, it seemed so, but then she realized something was wrong. "Make more noodles and keep wasting them on me, what makes you think you can do that?"

The noodles laughed. "So that's why you suddenly became stupid. My noodles have undergone a special change in properties. Tell me why?"

"You, you're actually a second-tier cultivator." Ina was stunned.

“That’s right,” Noodles replied, but without pride, for his magic was truly weak. Noodles could switch between three states: dry, raw, and cooked, and came in three flavors: olive oil, squid ink, and black pepper sauce.

Chapter 459 He died just like that, what to do next? A new plan.

Alvis Grant, 43 years old, son of a cooper, an elemental mage who dropped out of magic academy.

After becoming the son-in-law of a barrel merchant, he used his father-in-law's experience in the barrel-selling industry to form the Red Bucket Gang. Over the course of twenty years, it developed into a gang that even the Claw Gang feared.

He thought he might not live past this year.

Because perhaps the water company to be established next year or the year after has already driven the Red Bucket Gang, Claw Gang, and Fire Gang to the brink of extinction. For the men, three people who have cleaned up their ways and gone ashore are too many and not reasonable enough.

In such situations, it is only natural that a "bad example" should be chosen to be judged by justice and reason.

Who will it be? Of course, the first to fail.

Although Alves was confident in his abilities and his men, and had powerful backers, he wasn't entirely confident he could win. The loser would die, so he had already sent his wife, eldest son, and second daughter to the countryside far from the capital.

Those who remained here were the good-for-nothing third son and the fourth son, who had already gone to study at the magic academy and was no longer in danger.

But he never imagined he would die at the hands of a child, and in such a way.

He was blinded by squid ink, his eyes stung by pepper, burned by his own flames, had a bunch of sticky noodles crawl into his intestines through his back door, and was finally beaten to death by a hammer that kept hitting his head.

François Dulitt, 29 years old, is the 13th generation heir of the Northern Clean Water Company, or rather, the Claw Gang, and the first summoner in the family's history.

An hour ago, he was full of optimism about his future.

He had already learned from a powerful figure that the Fire Gang had been disbanded.

That's normal. The Fire Gang is just a small fry under the man who collects excrement and urine. And since the man who collects excrement and urine was cracked down on because of his monopoly, the small fry under him naturally suffer.

That's how truly important people are; they can't stand monopolistic businesses, unless they themselves are the ones monopolizing them.

In short, François understood that his only opponents were the Red Bucket Gang, a bunch of baseless bastards.

He will win, then expand his business to the South District, become a shareholder in the water company, become a member of high society, marry a noblewoman, have a natural-born magician, and finally establish a completely new family with himself as the progenitor.

He never imagined he would die.

But he died, killed by a little girl and a little boy.

An eight- or nine-year-old boy suddenly appeared out of nowhere and instantly killed five of his men with a strange gun that was bigger than himself.

He was no match for another girl of similar age.

Before I could even react, I had already been cut into pieces.

"Hey, Noodles, what do we do now?" Ina asked, her voice trembling slightly. This was her second murder, and although she knew the other person was a gang member and a bad guy, she was still extremely nervous.

Meanwhile, Lucien was stunned. Had he really killed someone?

"Of course we'll run, but first we need to get to the house of a Red Bucket Gang leader. There might be a lot of money there." As Noodles spoke, his mouth twisted and his eyelids twitched. He was injured, not just with burns, but also with a gunshot wound. He had taken a bullet to protect his brothers.

Fortunately, he was a second-tier mage, and a transformation mage at that, so he only suffered external injuries that tore his skin and flesh, without damaging his internal organs or bones.

"I never expected you would save someone," Ina said.

"I'm not a good person, but they're all my brothers," Noodles said through gritted teeth. "If your brother were in danger, wouldn't you risk your life to save him?"

"Of course," Ina replied decisively.

At that moment, Lucien suddenly came to his senses. "Ina, are you serious?"

"It's fake, I wish you were dead. Oh, and that bastard who cries every night in the middle of the night too," Ina said, cursing.

"Oh, does he cry in the middle of the night?" Lucien asked, somewhat surprised. "Uh, wait, you live so far away from him, how do you know?"

"Stop making so much noise, Noodles, let's go get the stolen money!" Ina shouted, leaving the warehouse first.

Noodles quickly bandaged his wound and left with the help of Skinny Curly. Lucien followed, and soon Noodles' other three brothers arrived to join them.

Since sending his wife and children away a few months ago, Alves, the leader of the Red Bucket Gang, has been missing. Apart from a few trusted confidants, no one under him knows where he lives.

But the noodles just happened to find out.

It was because he happened to know about this that he came up with his initial plan to kill Alves, the leader of the Red Bucket Gang. One reason was revenge, as his stepfather was killed by one of Alves's men when he was drunk. The other reason was to use this achievement to join the Claw Gang and give his brothers a better life.

Sometime in the future, he will leave the gang and take the civil service exam.

But Ina's appearance made him temporarily change his plans. He killed two people at the same time, created chaos, and then started his own small gang.

He believed he had the ability.

Not long after, Ina, Noodles and her group arrived at Alves' secret residence.

Soon, a group of people found a locked iron box.

The little rascal nicknamed "Axe" immediately went up and opened the lock in no time.

"Why are you called Axe? You should be called Locksmith," Ina teased from the side.

The brat raised his arm, which had practically no muscles, and gestured a couple of times. "Heh, what do you know, woman? I'm as fierce as an axe."

The group lifted the lid of the box, and their first reaction was disappointment, because there was no gold or silver jewelry inside, only a set of neatly folded clothes. The third brother, Fatty, lifted the clothes and immediately shouted excitedly, because there was a stack of gold vouchers under the clothes.

Although the third brother, Fatty, is illiterate, even an illiterate person can count money.

They counted it; three hundred gold coins. Although it was just for a small golden eagle, it was still a huge sum of money for them.

Ina showed little interest; she only had three hundred Golden Eagles.

Noodles relaxed considerably. His biggest fear was that Alves had hidden all the money in another place, leaving none here. If there was no money, his idea of ​​building a gang would fall through.

Meanwhile, the skinny curly-haired man's gaze darted back and forth between Ina and Lucien. Three hundred small golden eagles was a considerable sum of money for an ordinary nobleman. Those who were slightly down on their luck might not have even seen so much money before. But the two of them seemed completely unconcerned. Could it be that he and Noodles had misjudged them and that they were not ordinary minor nobles, but rather major nobles?

That shouldn't be the case. In a noble family, the servants who serve the young masters and young ladies probably live better than the average middle-class family. The children of such servants would not have such tattered clothes as the two of them.

It's highly likely that the two of them took the servant's child's clothes and ran away from home; there's probably no other possibility.

The skinny, curly-haired man was immediately confused.

Just then, "Noodles" Garibaldi picked up a letter and a brown bag from the bottom.

Leaving the house, Noodles walked and looked around. After looking at everything, he smiled. He now had a new plan.

If the plan goes smoothly, he might be able to make a fortune with his brothers.

Chapter 460 Cleanup: The Reckless Guy's Mission is to Collect Debts

Shortly after Noodles and his party left with Ina and Lucien, the warehouse exploded, but the police, the Ministry of Magic, and even the fire department arrived quickly and unexpectedly.

In the distance, Ashley emerged from a patch of shadow, chewing on beef jerky. "What a bunch of reckless kids, aren't they?"

If she hadn't secretly helped, these thugs, along with Ina and Lucien, wouldn't have been able to deal with those two men and their henchmen so easily.

If she hadn't come to clean up the scene and put on some disguise, not only the Ministry of Magic, but even the police would have been able to find clues and make a judgment.

More importantly, if she were to ask someone to call the police, it could even alert the Ministry of Magic.

Otherwise, how could the situation have become chaotic? If the situation hadn't become chaotic, would these two gangs have thrown themselves into disarray? If these two gangs hadn't fallen into disarray, how could these kids have made it all the way to the Red Bucket Gang leader's safe house without any obstacles or trouble?

Beside Ashley, the investigator from the Security Bureau said, "The two princes are only six years old. Their talent is already rare. It's these hooligans who deserve to die."

"Team leader, are we not going to follow them anymore?" another female investigator asked.

“Go and follow him. Reno will go back to his tribe and report. I’ll go report to His Majesty,” Ashley instructed.

"Understood," the man and woman replied.

After a long while, in the palace, Ronan and Ambrina listened to Ashley's report.

Ambrina was stunned.

Ronan chuckled twice; the situation was truly beyond his expectations.

As he had envisioned, the two roughnecks would wake up and try to figure out how to get back to the palace. Then they would find a guide, and unsurprisingly, they would be swindled out of their money. Given Ina's fiery temper, she might even cause a fatality. Then, the little prince and princess would witness what it meant to be a simple and honest people, and for officials and bandits to be in cahoots.

One thinks that having guns and money can solve everything, while the other thinks he can be a civil servant too. Let's see if he can actually do it.

However, the two became embroiled in gang warfare, which in turn involved a power struggle at a higher level, and this power struggle also affected the election.

"Your Majesty, should we bring the two princes back?" Ashley asked Ambrina.

Ambrina hesitated for a moment before replying, "Fine, let them run wild for now, but don't let them get away with it. These two kids are already arrogant enough." After saying that, Ambrina looked at Ronan.

“That’s right, Anri, those two kids need to be taught a lesson.” Ronan completely agreed with Ambrina’s opinion.

Ambrina, who hadn't smiled for days, broke into a smile. "Ha, speaking of which, Ronan, I suddenly had an idea. The beggar prince, a prince who ran away from home, met a beggar who looked exactly like him, then they swapped clothes, and then he couldn't go back. Isn't that interesting?"

“Yes, that’s interesting,” Ronan replied.

Playwright Ambrina is resurrected.

"Hehe." Ambrina chuckled smugly. "Oh, right, Ashley, why don't you stay and eat with us?"

Ashley, still thinking about Ina, didn't hear Ambrina's words clearly and subconsciously replied, "Yes, Your Majesty," before being forced to stand up and step back.

Ambrina chuckled. "Ashley, I'm asking you to stay, not to leave."

"Oh, sorry." Ashley, who had been absent-minded, finally realized what was happening.

"No need to apologize. After all, there's no need to apologize. That child has caused you a lot of trouble." Ambrina wanted to say that we are family, but she didn't say it out loud.

Ina did cause Ashley a lot of trouble, as she frequently went to the Home Office, and Ashley was usually responsible for picking her up and dropping her off.

Meanwhile, the group of noodles and the brother and sister were having dinner at a restaurant.

It's called a restaurant, but it's really just a shed next to a small house on the street. The food is very simple: a stew with potatoes, carrots, onions, and a tiny bit of beef. The staple food is a baguette that's hard enough to kill you.

"Why is there no meat at all?" Ina complained.

"Ah, there's so much meat!" the third fat man said, even taking a spoonful to show him.

Ina frowned. In her memory, stewed beef was always in large, tender pieces with a milky aroma, but the meat in front of her was shredded, tough, and didn't smell good at all.

That's for sure. In such small shops, the beef is cheap, mostly leftover scraps that don't sell by the afternoon. And even with that kind of meat, there won't be much in a stew. It's far worse than the Ministry of the Interior's canteen, let alone compared to the Royal Palace.

Noodles remained silent, still working on his plan.

Just then, Ina's sudden voice interrupted his thoughts, "Hey, why are you so quiet?"

With a sigh, Noodles said, "I was planning to send you away, but now I have a new plan."

"So you still want to use us?" Ina interjected.

"It wasn't exploitation," Noodles quickly explained.

“You’re being dishonest,” Ina said.

“Alright, I’ll finish telling you the whole story. If you don’t want to get involved, we’ll send you home tomorrow,” Noodles said. “Here’s what happened: the Red Bucket Gang leader got a job from a very wealthy baron who’s protecting him. The Earl of Champagne owes this baron a sum of money, and the baron transferred the debt to the Red Bucket Gang leader as payment for a previous job. In the letter, he said that if the debt could be recovered, the baron would only get one-third, and the Red Bucket Gang leader would get the remaining two-thirds. If the debt couldn’t be recovered, as long as he was willing to find someone to sue the earl for not paying back the money, the debt could be returned, and he would also receive a substantial reward and help him with the water company matter later.”

It sounds a bit convoluted, but to sum it up in one sentence, this matter involves helping someone collect a debt.

"You want to do this in place of the Red Bucket Gang leader?" Ina asked.