The middle-aged man stood up unsteadily, his clothes soaked with rain and blood.
"It's you...sitting in a wheelchair, you are the city lord." He walked over step by step, clenching his fists, and his bones made a cracking sound.
"Isn't it interesting to watch us ordinary people struggle from a high place? Isn't it interesting to let us live and work according to the rules you set?
I used to regard you as a hero in my heart, but when I was hit by the anesthetic gun, I understood." Jimin dragged his legs, laughed wildly, and said with fierce eyes: "Ha, hahaha... we have all been deceived. As soon as we were all tamed by Dawn, it put the taming ring on our necks and drove us like dogs, but we were still willing to become a part of the city-state and be enslaved for the rest of our lives...
Su Mingan yawned and said nothing.
Jimin's eyes were heavy.
"City Lord Yiyi, aren't you the hero who led Doomsday City's resistance? Aren't you the smartest genius in history?
People like you simply cannot understand the survival philosophy of mediocre people like us - the distance between us is wider than the distance between humans and dogs! "
His fist, still stained with the girl's blood, was raised, with veins exposed and knuckles protruding.
"So!! Geniuses like you should never have been born! Your existence has completely turned us mediocre people into a bunch of idiots.
You have squeezed our living space - what is the dawn system, what is emotional overload, I have been doing my duty all my life, and I have no intention of committing a crime. His face was as ferocious as a ghost, and he hit Su Mingan hard with his fist.
"It's you - first, you forced me into this desperate situation - first!!"
The fist fell, bringing up a violent wind.
Su Mingan stretched out his hand, curled his three fingers slightly, and accurately pinched the opponent's fist.
Jimin was stunned, his fist was restrained by Shengsheng, and the hammering movement stopped instantly. He tried to pull out his hand, but Su Mingan's three pinched fingers did not move at all, causing pain in his fist.
"I don't want to judge you." Su Mingan said: "The moment you become a perpetrator, you have lost the right to appeal for yourself.
He pulled his right hand outward, and Jimin fell uncontrollably to the right. The next moment, Jimin's pupils widened, and he received a heavy blow in the abdomen.
"Bang!"
Su Mingan withdrew his left hand that struck Jieming's abdomen. The opponent's body was thrown away like a boulder, hit the brick wall hard, and fell to the ground.
It is true that his current state is a shadow state, but this does not mean that he is powerless. The fragility of the shadow state is only relative to that of the light state.
Su Ming'an glanced at the girl lying in the corner. The thunder sounded from time to time, illuminating her face half-sided in the pool. She was holding her head, her arms covered with bruises.
Su Ming'an saw that there was no big problem with the girl, and he stopped her in time before Jimin could cause more harm.
The surrounding night lights were still dim, and no one dared to open the windows or doors at this time.
With warm orange juice in his arms, he turned towards the alley, but suddenly felt empty above him.
The rain seems to have stopped falling.
He looked up and saw a bright red umbrella, like a red cloud, holding on his head.
A faint, bright red color passed across his field of vision. He raised his head and met a pair of dark eyes.
The girl had already climbed up and was holding an umbrella for him, all wet.
Her exposed facial features were not that beautiful, but they were soft enough. Her clear eyes were bloodshot, and there were deep eye bags and dark circles.
In this dim environment, her skin was too white, and some cyan blood vessels could even be seen.
A bright red cloak covered her raised arms. Under the cloak was a simple white shirt. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing her beautiful forearms and collarbones.
...She is like a night elf.
There are still purple scars on her face, maybe new wounds just now, or old wounds from earlier. These wounds have been patched up to make her look like a scarred rag doll. Although beautiful, it is fragile.
Su Mingan knew her name was Xiaomei, Dong Anan's sister who "worked at night".
"You..." As soon as Su Mingan said something, she said "shh".
She took out her handkerchief and wiped his chin.
"This is very close to the battle group's station. Be careful not to be heard." She said: "...We are all the unlucky ones who are being hunted."
"Do you know me?" Su Mingan said, he was not wearing a mask now.
"Lord Asa," she said without calling him by his last name.
"You don't hate me?"
"Although I have an inferior personality and have been greatly persecuted, the fault should not be blamed on you." She said: "The fault is those who bully us and deliberately persecute us, right? You are just following the rules. Maker, you can’t control everyone.”
Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and her eyes were as clear as streams.
Su Mingan was about to speak when a female voice suddenly came from behind.
"Yo? Su Ming'an?"
A woman with wheat-colored skin and a fit figure stands on the eaves.
This copy of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon has quite a few big boss players. This woman dared to face him directly and was obviously a strong player.
"Su Mingan? That should be right. There are not many people in wheelchairs, so they are easy to recognize." The woman jumped down, her legs slender and straight.
She observed Su Ming'an. He was now soaked to the skin, and his front was stained red with blood. He didn't look like he used to be able to block the murderer at all, and he looked easy to attack.
"Is something wrong?" Su Mingan said calmly.
"The attitude is so cold, don't you take me seriously?" The woman said with a smile: "Whether I chat and shout in the world, or report to the mechanical army outside, you will be finished."
"It doesn't matter, the Dawn System has already locked my position." Su Mingan said.
"It's so cold." The woman pursed her red lips and said, "My name is Violet."
Su Mingan didn't care what her name was.
However, this name does sound a bit familiar...
"Do you know why I came to you?" The woman licked her lips: "Come on."
"Huh?" The Glory Hunt appeared in Su Mingan's hand. He was confused. What "come"?
The next moment, a panel appeared in front of him.
[The player (Violet) shows you a personal special skill (Secret of True Love)] [(Secret of True Love): Exchanging body fluids with a player can restore 30-70% of the other party’s health and mana. . 】Su Mingan:?
"You must need to replenish your state." Violet's eyes narrowed like a snake, and she even started to take off the few fabrics on her body: "It doesn't matter whether you turn it off or not during the live broadcast. On the contrary, I like this exciting feeling. , under the eyes of the whole world.”
Su Mingan's face turned dark.
He remembered where he had seen Violet's name. It was on the "Ranking of Weird Players". This woman's biggest hobby was to collect "objects" for this skill.
"Bang!"
With a gunshot, he fired directly at Violet, who was half-undressed. With a crisp "pop" sound, the woman's figure turned into bubbles and disappeared. This kind of dangerous transaction is often carried out, and she has the means to escape.
"What are you pretending to be?" Violet's voice floated in the air, and she hummed softly: "You are obviously standing with a woman who works like that, but you dislike me. Why? Do you like the pure type?"
Hearing her words, Xiaomei's thin shoulders shook suddenly. She coughed violently several times, and her slender body trembled.
"If you don't quit, I'll invite you from the tower." Su Mingan said.
He doesn't know where Violet is now, otherwise he would have been invited by a high tower.
Violet was a little scared, she was afraid that he could really send out an invitation to the tower and disappear into the night like a cat.
Under the pouring rain, the thunder was loud and the lightning flashed. Xiaomei clenched the red umbrella in her hand.
"Take shelter from the rain first...I'll take you to my house." Xiaomei said softly.
"Okay." Su Mingan said.
He really needs a shelter from the rain now.
She pushed him and walked slowly for a distance. Her red umbrella was too small to accommodate the two of them, so she tried her best to tilt the umbrella closer to him.
The pouring rain poured through the gap, staining her cheeks with moisture. She squinted her eyes and coughed softly, with a sickly flush on her face.
His shoulders were soaked by the cold rain.
While passing by a tavern, soft voices floated out of the room, and the smell of alcohol and the sound of singing and dancing floated in. The warm indoors and the cold outdoors are like two completely different worlds.
Xiaomei passed by the tavern in silence, her fingers blue and white.
After a moment, as if she wanted to break the uncomfortable silence, or perhaps want to gain the approval of the once aloof city lord, she spoke softly:
"...Do you think I'm dirty?"
"I don't think so." Su Mingan said.
As early as Zhai Xing, he had seen people with this profession. In the online world, there is no shortage of people who want to get money quickly in this way.
...but they are completely different from the little eyebrow in front of me.
Some people do it to squeeze into the upper class, some people do it to marry into a wealthy family, some people do it in exchange for further desires and benefits, some people do it to pursue excitement, and some people just do it to support their families.
Even if people with different purposes are doing the same thing, they are different.
"Dirty people are those who crave vanity - those who force you to regard your body as a survival resource. They are those who have the advantage but force you to fall to this point. Body It's yours and doesn't belong to anyone else." He said:
"You are just trying to live, you are not dirty at all. You are just a victim of the social system."
He felt her trembling.
Not only was she sick, but she was also cold. Her hands that were pushing the wheelchair were shaking violently, and her blue and white hands were highlighted with purple blood vessels.
Faint sobbing came from behind, but he didn't look back.
...What he just said was simply scolding Asa Acto himself.
If it were not for the determination of Type Eight personality, a person with inferior personality would not be able to find a job at all, and she would not be reduced to exchanging her body for money. She was even beaten, and if he hadn't come, she might have been beaten to death by the extremely angry Jimin as a punching bag.
It is very common for people living in marginalized areas to have nowhere to vent their anger but to resort to violence.
However, relying on his innate physical advantages, he vents his anger on women who are unable to resist, condescendingly calling them dirty,
What is the difference between this group of people and the devil?
Judging from the way Xiaomei just accepted it, covering her head and shrinking herself like a hedgehog, she must have been used to such beatings.
At such an age, she should be studying in a classroom. Instead of going out in the middle of the night and getting yourself covered in bruises.
He suddenly understood why the world needs the existence of "exams".
If there is no examination, and this kind of personality test is used to judge everything directly, and jobs are arranged based on adaptability, this will be the result.
If there is no room for effort, if you are not suitable, you are not suitable.
[Why do you need to learn so many useless things? We don’t need functions when we buy groceries, and we don’t need English when communicating with people. We take exams every day. It would be great if we didn’t have to study for exams. 】This is what he has seen said by many Zhai Xing children.
But now, listening to Xiao Mei sobbing and crying, he knew that if she had the chance to take the exam, she would not be reduced to this.
Who deprived her of her upper limit?
Who forced her to stay in the current class?
"Want to drink?" He raised his hand, holding the bottle of hot orange juice.
Her little deer-like eyes blinked, and she took the orange juice in disbelief: ".For me?"
"You're the only one here."
"Um…"
She shrunk her hands and clutched the warm bottle tightly.
The warm heat penetrated her bluish-white palms and slowly stained her skin. She suddenly felt that the always unbearable night wind seemed no longer cold.
"Lord Asa, you are very different from the rumors." She said: "You can actually talk to someone like me and give me juice. ...
"Personality can be the criterion for judging work adaptability, but it cannot represent a person's merits." Su Mingan closed his eyes:
"Otherwise, what's the difference between us and the programmed program?"
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