Call......

Eventually, Lines adjusted his mood and straightened his clothes to look as irrelevant as possible to words like 'orphans, thieves'.

Since it's a colleague, let's not get too stiff and start with a nice greeting.

'Hello, I'm the escort sent by the Alliance this time, and I'm responsible for guarding the target'

'Ah, hello, I'm a police officer from Bilgewater...... Have we seen each other somewhere?'

'Hehe, there are a lot of people who look like me, you must be mistaken'

'yes, maybe I'm too distracted, so let's go on our way.' ’

…… That's right, if you follow this scenario, you must be fine.

Lines said as he stepped forward and patted Wei on the shoulder.

"Hello, I'm ......"

Bang!

Lines felt that the world was spinning as soon as it was dark in front of him, and then a huge force grabbed his arm, pinning him to the ground and unable to move.

"Hey, catch a now, boy, I hope you remember me, I said in Freljord, I will definitely take you to the juvenile detention center, and then send you to the orphanage!"

Wei smug looked at Lines, who was subdued by his Hex's gloves, and spoke.

"Wait, I'm just ......"

"Okay, if you have any excuses, you can go back to the bureau and say to Catherine, I'm not very good at this, and I'm going to ...... next"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pulled out a string of steel handcuffs from her waist - in Freljord, Vi had already seen Lines's ferocity, so she didn't dare to get tired here.

But...... Something incomprehensible happened.

The moment Vi's attention shifted from Lines's body to the handcuffs, she felt her hands loosen, and Lines, who had been firmly subdued, actually disappeared in front of her.

Immediately after, Wei only felt a pain in his body, and a huge force came from behind, hitting the soft part of Wei's calf, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

At the same time, a dark dagger silently rested around her neck.

What's going on, this kid, how could he be so fast......

"It's not that I'm fast, it's that time has sped up about ...... About four times, hehe, I have time to explain it to you in a language that even you can understand, and now, I'm going to introduce myself to you in my own way, my name is Lines, although I'm an orphan, I'm not a thief, I'm not a robber, I'm an employee of the Alliance, I'm in charge of escorting targets with you, I just wanted to say hello to you, and...... I can knock you to the ground anytime and anywhere, as I do now, and if you think that's good, I'm always there for you, Miss Police!"

As he spoke, Lines put Hadias away and slowly got up, his already somewhat immature face revealing a hint of danger in the reflection of the sun.

…………

Zuan ......

In Valoran, Piltoverf is a world-renowned advanced city, which represents not only the quality of Valoran's top residents and the degree of Hex's technology, but also the most advanced technology in Valoran.

But as we all know, once everything is associated with the word 'hex', then then it is a different problem.

Energy.

In more layman's terms, perhaps

"Money"

That's right, Piltover's rise was built on the support of the Philos Foundation, and the amount of money that the Philos family spends every year to maintain Piltover public facilities and grants to scientists is an astronomical amount that people dare not imagine, and people often ask, 'Where did the Philos family get so many runestones?'

Scientists and Piltover government officials who knew the inside story only shook their heads with a wry smile.

'The Grey Lady has earned it...... From Zaun. '

Yes, as a city directly below Piltover, Zaun's technology is equally advanced, and its alchemy technology is cheap and efficient, even better than Hextech in some places, but it has never been recognized by the public due to safety and humane considerations.

If you had to describe the relationship between Zaun and Piltover, those smart people would invariably use a metaphor: turtles and barnacles.

That's right, barnacles will cling to the turtle, slowly absorbing nutrients, torturing the turtle little by little, and even if it dies from severe pain or too weakness, barnacles will multiply on its carcass until it drains the last bit of value of the turtle.

Just when the fool thinks he understands everything, the wise man will take a sip of tea and tell even more amazing truths without hurrying.

Zaun is a sea turtle, while Piltover is a barnacle.

That's right, in the eyes of everyone, Zaun is nothing more than an appendage attached to Piltover, or even a slum, and if it weren't for Piltover's annual appropriation, Zaun's people would have died under the smoke of alchemy technology and the radiation of sewers.

But those who say this must not have seen that in order to earn a small salary from Piltover, the people of Zaun must force themselves to carry out never-ending crystal mining, or high-risk crystal mine exploration, and at the same time, these people do not have the ability and technology to refine the crystal rough, and the people of the Philos family can often keep their wages to a minimum, and then extract the crystal rough, half of which will be collected into their own treasury, and the other half will hire more people to mine.

That's right, a technological monopoly.

The Philos family is currently the only Valoran family that can convert rough crystal into energy with 80 percent efficiency, and is also the only one that can safely handle such a dangerous job.

In this way, Piltover is like a pumping machine, constantly squeezing out the Zaun below, squeezing a large amount of runestone and energy from it every year - yes, stepping on the corpses of countless Zuans who died in mining accidents or contracted crystallization.

But the poor people of Zaun are not only facing the vampires of Philos, there are still many tyrants in the hands of Zaun.

Zaun, in a clubhouse.

"So, boss, that's pretty much it, Piltover's cargo has departed from the War College this afternoon, and if nothing else, that's what the monster said. “

Amid the manic music and colorful lights around him, a man with a yellow mohican head and a loose, tattered costume bowed his head humbly and said to a man in a gray suit, a little short and fat, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

"I'm sure this should be the monster's last hole card, and if you can get it, the technology of the Philos family can only be obediently served......"