Chapter 144: What is a Rule (Donation 3332, Last Month

The flames illuminated Lansi's side profile, as if a demon was hidden in the flames, frantically wanting to run out of the back door to hurt the people in the back alley!

Flames were spraying out of the second-floor window, spraying half a meter away, and still intensifying.

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

Did they win?

No, from the beginning, he lost. The result of this battle couldn't be decided by winning or losing, only by how miserably he lost.

Did he lose miserably?

The ignited house, the bills inside, various loan certificates, things worth seventy or eighty thousand were burned to ashes. Is it miserable?

Look at the brothers who were hit by bullets around, look at them lying on the ground dying. Is it miserable?

Although he, a part of them, survived, Lansi didn't have any joy at this moment, only full of anger!

He took a few deep breaths, and his throat felt burning and painful when he swallowed saliva.

The flames roasted the air, making the air dry, and the throat quickly lost moisture when breathing. Even saliva would make the throat uncomfortable.

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

A character who usually didn't have much presence, but from the beginning, he had been following by his side.

The young man lay on the ground, covering his chest and abdomen, and the blood under him had already spread to the surroundings. He swallowed a mouthful of blood, opened his mouth to say something, but only his mouth moved, and he couldn't say a word.

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

Lansi couldn't feel what he wanted to express in his eyes. Finally, he showed a smile, making Lansi feel the weight in his hand constantly increasing.

He died.

Lansi squatted down, put his hand by his side, and closed his eyes.

The emotion here suddenly became low.

"There is someone here too..."

Lansi hurried over. The same ordinary, not-so-outstanding young man, but he had always been following by his side.

"I'm going to die." The nineteen-year-old life had just begun, but at this moment, it drew a full stop.

He clearly realized that his life had reached the end, and God had opened his arms to him.

"Lansi, listen... cough, I don't regret it. You let me get respect and find back my dignity."

He suddenly made a big swallowing action. After a while, it seemed that he swallowed the things that surged up, and then continued, "Fighting for you is my will, it's just that my luck is not very good."

He laughed twice, as if mocking his own bad luck. "Thanks... Lansi, thanks..."

"I should go..."

"Don't tell my dad and mom, just say I'm doing very well..."

The girl who had been hiding in the corner was already crying. Lansi punched the car. "Your parents are my parents, I swear!"

A look of reluctance appeared on the young man's face, but God favored him and took him away. 【

Several others have also died.

Six people were left behind here, and several others were injured; this is a heavy blow to Lanse's team!

Lanse stood by the flames, looking at those who were still alive, "I promise, they will not have died in vain!"

Mero walked over, "Let's leave here first..."

As they left, Lanse saw those police officers; the police didn't seem to care about their departure at all now.

Fire trucks were fighting the fire on the main street, and a dozen or so "gangsters" were pressed to the ground, with the media's camera flashes capturing their "humility" and the "grandeur" of the police nearby in the same frame.

The battered vehicles soon drove away, and what happened here was also rapidly spreading throughout New Jincheng.

In a thirty-minute battle, it is said that about a hundred people were held off by thirty or so; if the fire hadn't started spreading to the surroundings, potentially causing greater fire damage and losses, the consequences would be hard to say.

But at least, now "Lanse" and his "Lanse Family" have entered the field of vision of some people.

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

Woken up in the middle of the night by the phone, the doctor's tone was somewhat unpleasant, "It is now...", he glanced at the mantel clock, "not yet four o'clock."

"God, is there anything that must be done so late?"

But soon, Lanse's voice came through the receiver, "My brothers are seriously injured and need your help."

"Now?", he looked at the time again; don't these people sleep at night?

Lanse was in no mood for small talk with him, "Sorry, I just lost six brothers here, and others are injured; I'm in no mood to joke with you."

"It's the same choice as before: you name a price, or I'll give you one."

Even though it wasn't a threat, the doctor heard the threatening tone in it, and he sobered up a bit, "I don't want to cause trouble, Mr. Lanse."

"You don't need to worry about causing trouble; everyone knows about this, and no one will bother you because of it."

"If there is, give me his name, and I guarantee he will never bother you again."

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

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

"A dozen or so; some just need simple stitches, but there are a few who might need surgery. The location is at..."

The doctor went to a friend's clinic, took various medical instruments and drugs, and then went to find the nurse who often partnered with him, and they went together to the place Lanse mentioned.

When he arrived, he found that these people were all very depressed; a person was lying on the coffee table in the hall, and from the fact that his chest was no longer rising and falling, it was clear that this person was already dead.

The doctor felt it was a bit tricky, "Sorry, I'm late."

Lanse turned to look at him, and that look made the doctor a bit afraid, but soon, his expression softened a little, "There are others who need your help; they are inside."

The nurse was a bit scared; Lanse looked at her and squeezed out a smile, "I promise no one will hurt you, no matter the outcome."

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

"That's seven now.", Lanse leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and looked very exhausted.

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

Lanse looked at Mero; Mero was lucky, having only suffered some abrasions when he fell.

He nodded, "I will record it down."

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

It was around four o'clock when Alberto arrived; he had a look of surprise on his face, and as soon as he came up, he gave Lanse a big hug, "I knew you were tough!"

Lanse smiled weakly, "They took seven of my brothers."

Alberto, however, didn't think this was much, "Although this is sad news, Lanse, from the perspective of a bystander, this number is not large."

"On the contrary, they had thirty or so casualties on their side, several times your losses; now everyone is watching Heller make a fool of himself."

"You've become famous!"

Lanse, however, had a different view, "If fame is built 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 also became a bit more serious, "That is the price, Lanse."

"If you want others to respect you and fear you, you must have something that makes them respect and fear you."

"Whether it's your status or the weapons in your hands, otherwise they will bother you again and again, just like today."

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

"Do you see it now?"

"Everything you think is impossible, as long as it doesn't touch their bottom line, there is nothing they cannot compromise on."

Lanse nodded, "I have a question now."

Alberto signaled for him to speak.

"If I take revenge on Heller tomorrow, will anyone stop me?"

Alberto shook his head, "You say you understand, but in fact, you still don't understand, Lanse."

"Imperials fighting Imperials—no matter how you fight, the ultimate beneficiaries are the Federals!"

"You kill Heller, you can't take over his industries, but the Federals can. They don't care how you do it, as long as you don't touch their bottom line and don't make this city look full of danger."

"Then even if you kill Heller with weapons in the city center in broad daylight, they will still act as if they didn't see it!"

"The Federals make the rules, and we follow the rules, but first, you must understand what the rules are!"

"And, how far you can go!"

"Mr. Pasleto asked me to tell you that this city and this country are far more complex than you imagine."

"If you don't intend to continue doing some...", his wrist turned a few times, "technical adjustments on this matter."

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

"But if you hope to avenge your brothers, then crush him all at once; no one will stop you."

"Because here, order is needed."

"The order of politicians, the order of the police, and... our order!"

"Someone has to be responsible for these tasks, Lanse. When we are still weak, we must act according to the rules."

"But when we have the strength to break the rules, or even make the rules, then we will consider the things that follow."

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

Alberto left soon after, and the doctor also finished the other surgeries.

Several people were seriously injured, and the rest just needed some simple stitches, which the nurse could finish.

When Lanse asked him how much money he wanted, he only asked Lanse for twenty thousand.

And a favor.