People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 987 Oren: I'm going to fight with Rutland

Oren choked at Ezel's blunt words.

But soon he smiled.

To outsiders, his running up to Qi Yan and making such provocative remarks was indeed no different from suicide.

"You misunderstood. I'm not here to challenge Qi Yan." Oren said with a smile, "Life is so beautiful. Rutland has new desserts coming out one after another. If possible, I still hope to try more of them."

On Qi Yan's side, except for Elini who didn't understand the situation, the others couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Oren.

"What is he here for?" Fiammetta asked Qi Yan subconsciously.

"No, he came here on his own. Why don't you ask him but me?"

Qi Yan couldn't help but reveal the 'old man, subway, cell phone' emoticon.

Patia did not speak, but just kept winking at Oren, signaling him to stop interfering.

"Patia, what happened to your eyes?"

Oren walked past Ezel, grinning and deliberately trying to annoy Patia.

"you……"

As expected, Patia was annoyed by Oren's attitude. She turned away angrily and didn't bother to care about him anymore.

Oren couldn't help laughing and shared with Qi Yan:

"Look at this silly girl. I deliberately sold her out last night, but she still hasn't reacted and is still trying to protect me, her accomplice."

Patia:?

"No buddy, did you develop the self-destructing ice cream truck in Rutland yourself?"

Qi Yan was really having a hard time with Oren's self-destructing truck. "According to the rules, after I told Vilrifu about you last night, you should be hunted by the whole city. If you're not careful, Vilrifu will catch you and tame you into a pet. Why did you come out like this?"

Oren instantly grasped the key point of Qi Yan's words.

The smile on his face disappeared, he took a breath and said regretfully:

"There's actually such a reward for being caught. If I had known this, why would I have been so scared and hiding all night?"

"Brother, how can you have such an idea?" Qi Yan said angrily, "If a man doesn't work hard, he can only become a woman's plaything!"

"But Valerie is really pretty." Oren shrugged and spread his hands.

"You actually don't like these easy-to-bully little birds, but instead like the bad woman series. It seems that we are not of the same kind." Qi Yan shook his head regretfully.

"Then I'll change it!"

Oren readily accepted the advice.

Fiammetta couldn't help but hold his forehead as he watched the two of them start discussing XP stuff upon meeting for the first time.

She interrupted, "Although I don't know what happened, I can see that you are in trouble now, Oren. It is definitely not a good thing for you to come to me on your own initiative."

"Just as Qi Yan said, because he exposed my identity as a rebel, I am now wanted by the cavalry throughout the city."

Oren openly spoke of his current situation: "Instead of waiting to be caught in fear, it is better to enjoy myself now. On the way here, I ate seven servings of ice cream and three servings of strawberry cake. In the end, I was too full, so I ran over to find Qi Yan and surrender myself."

Upon hearing this, Fiameta's first reaction was disbelief:

"You are wanted by the whole city's cavalry. Can you survive a night?"

"This is also what confuses me." Oren laughed at himself, "The gun cavalry has a lot of momentum, but there is no actual action. I am almost like Liberi."

"Hey!"

The three little birds growled angrily at the same time.

Oren raised his hands in surrender on the spot: "I was wrong."

After admitting his defeat to the three little birds, he decisively changed the topic:

"Qi Yan, I came to you this time to actually have two requests."

"Then you'd better speak quickly." Qi Yan recalled for a moment and reminded, "I have to remind you that the people chasing you are not only the Gun Riders and Willie. These people may be planning to let you go, but there is also a guy who just completed a mission and is targeting you.

He is a guy who is quicker with his gun than with his mouth. Now that you are wanted by the whole city, he will be even more ruthless towards you."

"It was the first time I knew I was so popular, but I couldn't be happy."

Oren had no idea how dangerous the danger Qi Yan was talking about was.

After habitually making fun of himself, he said slowly:

"My first request is that I was the one who asked Patia to find Cecilia. I know I can't hide this from you, and I also know that you wouldn't be angry at such a cute little bird that is confused, but if you feel even a little bit dissatisfied, please blame me."

"The warm man ranks behind Pero." Qi Yan complained.

Oren chuckled twice and assured:

"You can rest assured about this. I am devoted to Ms. Valerie. As for the second request...

Qi Yan, my previous work scope was in Victoria. I have experienced that incident, and I also know that you seem to have a deep connection with the Sarkaz. I wonder if you are interested in speaking for the Sarkaz at the World Summit?"

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows: "What's the difference between this and jumping and rolling on the table at a dinner party?"

"It seems that you are not willing." Oren obviously did not think that Qi Yan would agree. "Then are you interested in the fun of a person openly supporting the Sarkaz at the World Summit?"

"Why are you so interested in Sarkaz?"

"I'm not interested in the Sarkaz, but I'm very interested in whether the law is interested in the Sarkaz."

"It sounds like you're going to do something big."

"I just simply don't understand the laws of Sakota."

Oren took a deep breath and smiled brightly: "In order to find the essence of the law and force the Pope to respond, I don't mind taking advantage of the unclear relationship between Sakota and Sarkaz."

Qi Yan couldn't help but smile:

"It's fun. I'll follow you... provided you can live until the official opening of the World Summit."

"As long as you don't take any action, everything will be fine." Oren breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's not necessarily the case."

Qi Yan's gaze drifted behind Oren.

Oren looked back in confusion.

He saw a figure in the uniform of a notary executor.

"Fuck!"

At this moment, Oren, who had just looked like he was about to fight with Ratlan, couldn't help but change his expression.

"Wanted criminal Oren, former courier of all nations, was issued a wanted order by Cardinal Valerie herself last night, and is listed as the highest level threat to Lateran."

The executor with white hair and blue eyes and a pure black halo on his head walked steadily. There was no emotion in his ice-blue eyes, just like his face which was expressionless but breathtakingly handsome.

"No, Federico, you're not a musketeer, are you?!"

Oren nervously took a few steps back, his hand already on his guard gun.

The moment he made a move, the executor named Federico had already raised his guard gun.

The two shotguns were all black and glowed with a cold luster. The dark muzzles were like the mouths of evil beasts that could devour lives at any time. Federico's black wings, which were completely different from those of other Sacotas, spread out behind him.

"Hey! The crowd hasn't finished evacuating yet..."

Oren roared with wide eyes.

The next second, gunshots roared.

Federico fired the two rifles in his hands at the same time, flames spewed out of the muzzles, and dense bullets instantly covered Oren's body.

At the critical moment, Oren had no choice but to put his guard gun in front of him to protect his vital points.

The terrifying impact force of the shotgun bullet sent Oren flying backwards, his body spraying a large amount of blood in the air like a shower.

The remaining stray bullets brushed past Oren's body but did not hit the people behind him, missing everyone perfectly at an angle that was so accurate it was terrifying.

But all those Sakotas were frightened and stood there dumbfounded.

It wasn't because of the sudden fights and shootings. For these Laterans, even explosions were a daily occurrence.

"That man... shot? At another Sakta?"

"He broke the law?"

The Sacotas looked at Federico in horror, the fear in their eyes almost becoming tangible.

Unfortunately, these emotions did not affect Federico at all. He held a smoking rifle in each hand and walked firmly towards Oren who was lying in a pool of blood.