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...Good point. If I'm gonna die, I'd rather make it to an open casket.

Hahahaha! Are you trembling?

You're going to fight me when you can barely stand up straight?

All right, sure. Watching the life leave your eyes as you struggle to live sounds like a good time.

I'm going to count to ten.

Run.

第二关（后）

So this time, he got a hole in his belly? Done in by that cool-looking old guy?

That's right. I was in the front row. I saw the whole thing.

What do you think it was? A body double? Special effects?

No way. Couldn't be. Check out this video of it, you'll see...

Woah. It's way too realistic!

So was it Emperor's body double?

What about last time? I remember when he was out shopping, some thugs ran up on him with a crossbow and got him right in the brain...

You can't rehearse that ahead of time.

And there was that time in Siesta, during the music festival. Lots of people after him there.

I was there too, and I went out of my way to book a hotel right near by for a shot at seeing him. It was real exciting.

...Isn't he a musician? I mean, he's got a bit of money, but how does he get this many people hating him?

You don't know how he is. I'll say up front, I really like the guy. But when it comes to making enemies, he's got to be one of Terra's greatest experts.

I heard there was some kind of accident at a Penguin Logistics warehouse last night. He came running out of the flames, completely unharmed.

A while back, somebody saw him get hit dead on by like a grenade or explosive or something in the slums. He showed up totally fine in an underground bar the next day.

That's nothing.

Huh? His brains got blown out by an explosive shell.

...You're sure it was an explosive?

Speaking of which, during the most chaotic times in the history of Columbia's music industry it's said that he got taken out in a drive-by shooting, sparking a huge controversy.

Didn't he get poisoned?

Oh! I was on a trip to Columbia at the time... I thought I'd never get to see my idol ever again.

But he lived?

He lives, and he still goes to fight on his own. He says it's to avenge those kids.

So? He can't die?

It's got to be some fake news, right? You can't believe everything the media says.

But boy is he hard to kill.

I don't know. Maybe we should just tie him down in a crater and let a Catastrophe deal with him.

...Why do I get the feeling he'd survive that one too?

...Yeah, I can imagine him bursting out of the volcanic eruption, spewing curse words at it all the way.

And they'd rhyme.

...Never mind.

Afterall he is the one and only Emperor, am I right?

第一关（前）

...I always thought I was a pretty great Messenger.

I delivered packages, letters and such.

Sometimes they were sentimental, something they were valuable. Every once in a while, they were ruinous.

My father is an amazing man. He moved from Minos to Lungmen and founded Mountain Dash Logistics.

Profit, mutual interest, flattery.

These are complicated things, and kind of annoying to deal with, but I push myself.

My father once told me...

The other side of the world will be even more dazzling.

...Mmm! Where am I...?

What're you mumblin' back there?!

Quiet down, if you don't want a shiner.

Once the boss is done with the Penguins, he'll decide what to do with you.

(I... these guys took me... is Texas still fighting the mafia with the rest of Penguin Logistics?)

(Shit... Why aren't I more useful... I'm an MDL Messenger...)

(...The car stopped.)

It's us. The boss got the Forte kid...

Wait, what're you doing?!

Mr. Capone's orders.

Capone? These are the boss's orders! Who does he think he is...?

Who do I think I am?

Hello, MDL princeling.

This is our chance to be formally introduced.

...You shot your own man?

Punishing traitors ain't against the rules in Lungmen.

That's not what I meant... what are you going to do with me?

Make a trade.

It's pretty simple. Gambino's tough guy act is gonna destroy the Family for the sake of some so-called glory.

I don't want that. Lots of people don't want that. Who wants to die for no good reason?

So what?

So I'm gonna help you with Gambino.

I don't trust you.

...And I can help you deal with Penguin Logistics.

I ain't stupid. I been in Lungmen a long time. I made a lotta preparations.

Your father's an important man who owns over seventy percent of the private Messenger business in Lungmen.

And he's got some strategic cooperation with the highest levels of Lungmen's government.

No matter which way you look at it, Penguin Logistics is the biggest obstacle to your business success.

Our goal is to take over all channels of Penguin Logistics. Do us this favor, and we can talk business again.

My father and Mr. Emperor have a very close relationship. I'm sorry, but you've played this all wrong.

MDL is a very big company. Your father alone really has the final say?

I think you're underestimating us. It's true the Family has been through some tough times...

But in days gone by, our ancestors sat around the dark tables of Siracusa and proudly called themselves 'Sicilian.'

Power shifts, blood's spilled, and I'm all ears.

Honestly, what do the people around your dad think of Penguin Logistics? What about Lungmen?

And what do you think?

...You sure talk about family a lot for a man who just killed his own kin.

You think I'll take your deal?

His death was purely... business.

Yeah. Who knows if you pay in cash or bombs.

...I'm sorry, I thought you'd be a little more mature. But here you're gonna throw your life away for some little thing that ain't got nothin' to do with you.

You're scared. You're supposed to be some big shot MDL executive, but you ain't nothin' but a spoiled little brat.

...Sorry. Young Minoans are famous for their boldness.

Looks like you ain't gonna change your mind.

If you'd lived, you'd see a lot more of this kind of thing. Too bad this is the end of the road for you.

(Grrr...! How is this rope so strong. I'm running out of time!)

If you die, MDL'll have no choice but to call in the LGD. Then they'll get mixed up and things'll get even crazier. Which is good for me.

But now we're done talkin.' Say good night, little prince.

Hey, excuse me. If you lay hands on Bison, I don't think we can call that punishing traitors anymore.

Why don't you just call it quits for today, hmm?

Who're you?!

Just a Messenger passing by.

...You look familiar. A Sankta with horns. You were makin' trouble for us earlier.