Reinas in May is the rainy season of the year.

The heavy rain for two consecutive days has completely invaded the slum area. The rainwater slides down the eaves and penetrates into the masonry and earth walls under the eaves. The puddles that can be seen everywhere on the uneven streets are soaked in various Dirty debris with a suspicious smell.

A dim-yellow kerosene lamp swayed forward in the dark. It was carried by a young man in old clothes, with patched trouser legs pulled up to the knees, and a pair of homemade wooden slippers on his feet. In the hand holding the umbrella, he also carried a piece of meat wrapped in newspaper, avoiding the water beach on the ground as much as possible, and trotting home all the way.

Because today was his sister's birthday, and he had to stay in the store for a while because of the boss's sudden overtime request, he finally made it to the end of get off work and hurried home with the meat.

For them, a piece of meat is far more real than a cake.

In fact, his salary can't afford those exquisite cakes, unless he plans to not eat or drink for the next half month.

However, when he came to the vicinity of his house, he saw a car parked in the rain in the distance. The lights were off, and there were two people standing beside the car, that is, under the eaves of his house. He sighed and laughed from time to time.

The ominous premonition filled the young man's mind almost instantly, no longer avoiding the sewage beach on the ground, and rushing along the street to his house.

"Who are you? What are you doing here!"

Before he reached the place, the young man shouted, his eyes pierced through the rain screen, and cast his eyes to the second floor of the house, which was his sister's bedroom, and a faint candle was lit at this time.

A bloated black shadow is reflected in the window, it is not his sister's figure, absolutely not!

"Why did you come back so quickly, that guy won't take the money and don't work?"

Someone downstairs heard the call, pressed the cigarette **** in his hand on the stone pillar next to it, and threw it into the puddle outside, spit by the way, and removed the astringency in his mouth.

"Is there any difference between coming back early and coming back late? Is he alone, can he stop anything?"

Turning the gun on his waist to his front, he doesn't have much patience for a pariah in a slum.

"Hey, don't use a gun. It doesn't matter if you wake up the pariahs around you. If you scare Mr. David, do you want to keep doing it? You must know that our Mr. David is a 'sensitive' man."

Unscrupulously joking with the boss, the man glanced at the young man who had rushed in front of him, turned his head and said,

"You're watching here, I have to let him get away a little bit to spare Mr. David's interest."

"Thank you for your hard work. I just bought this coat yesterday, but I can't get it on the dirty water of this slum. I'll treat you to dinner when I go back later."

He patted his companion on the shoulder, lit another cigarette for himself, and watched him walk into the rain, punching the young man in the face with a punch, easily knocking him to the ground.

How could a young man who might not be able to eat meat once a week win an **** battle who has received professional combat training and is proficient in close combat.

By will?

Stop bullshitting!

The gap between the two is like a gulf. Maybe there will be a certain degree of combat power bonus in the state of rage, but it is far from enough to turn defeat into victory, not to mention that there is one person who did not shoot at all, and the firearm was not used.

"Hey, are you out of your mind? Shouldn't you be honored that Mr. David would be 'close' to your sister? If she's comfortable serving Mr. David, maybe Mr. David will stay some more. You earn the reward, and you don't understand such a simple truth?"

Stepping the young man's head into the cesspool on the ground, the guard lowered his head and asked in a mocking tone.

The young man was still a little reluctant to stand up again, and the boots on the back of his head were indeed loosened, but when he jumped up again, he was greeted by a neat kick that landed on the neck, and then there was no sound. Slammed into the wooden boxes stacked on the other side of the street.

"Why do you **** hurt Tina..."

He fell down on the street, and the blood from his mouth and nose continued to spill out and merged into the sewage under him. The young man wanted to get up and fight again, but he had already lost the ability to fight after being hit hard at the neck stalk. There were even two broken wooden boards inserted, and the excessive blood loss from his body made him quickly fall into a dizzy state.

"Looks like you need help."

A low voice rang in his ears.

The surrounding rain was stagnant at this moment, and the young man raised his head reluctantly. The first thing he saw was the guard who was beating him a second before as if he had been immobilized.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the vague figure standing beside the guard.

I don't know if it was because of the night or the rain or something else, but all the young man could see was a black robe that was constantly pouring out a gray-black aerosol.

"I...if...if you're the **** of death, please help me kill them all! Kill them all!"

The young man gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice.

"You want me to help you, but what can you give me?"

The previous voice sounded again.

"Everything, my everything!"

The young man roared impatiently, because he spoke so urgently that blood and broken teeth even spit out from his mouth.

"Everything about you? No...I don't want so much, I just want you to believe in me, believe in the black-robed saint!"

"I believe it! As long as you can help me, I believe everything!"

Without the slightest hesitation, for him, as long as he can survive and save his sister, anything is possible!

"I swear I am willing to help you, I want to give you the power to kill them, I want to give you the power to protect your family, but you are so hypocritical and have no integrity because I don't feel the Your faith, how could you deceive me so..."

"Great... black-robed saint, please grant me strength, I wish... I am willing to serve you with my whole life!"

As if he had realized something, the young man put his hands on the street, tried his last strength to get up, smashed his forehead on the street in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"Son, tell me your name."

"Rubin Nelson."

"Remember this moment, Rubin Nelson, you will become my most devout believer, and in return I will give you strength!"

The rain fell again, and the low voice disappeared.

The guard raised his hand to the ground, looked at the opposite side blankly, stood up again, touched his waist for a while, and then looked around the young man, he remembered that he should have dealt with the other party before.

"It's really troublesome, since it's down, isn't it bad to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead?"

It was nothing more than an extra kick, without any hesitation, he rushed forward and raised his fist again.

pat~

The palm firmly caught the fist, so that it could not go any further.

The two were deadlocked in the rain, and Rubin's face was full of disbelief.

He felt that his body was full of strength, not to mention injuries, and even the tiredness disappeared without a trace!

"It's true...it's true!"

The palm that held the fist pressed down hard, suppressing the guard easily, and then smashed him in the face in a circle.

This time, it was his turn to fly straight out, collapsed on the street next to him, rushed up a few steps, and hammered him to the ground in the same way before another guard drew his gun. He used to be an extremely powerful being in his eyes. Can be easily defeated.

Faith is never born out of thin air, and there is a reward for hard work. This sentence does not only apply to believers.

If there was a little hesitation before, then when Rubin rushed up to the second floor and saw that his clothes were half off, the bloated man like a fat pig stiffened in place, and his sister hid in the corner intact. From the beginning, he has completely become a faithful believer of the black-robed saint.

It's a pity that he didn't kill these people until the end, he just beat them up and threw them out of his house.

"Fuck me all of you~lightnovelpub.net~Don't let me see you again!"

Rubin gritted his teeth and looked at the three people who were crawling into the car and left outside the door. It wasn't that he didn't want to kill them all here, but he also knew clearly that if he really did, he and his sister would also Burial for these bastards...

"If you can still hear my prayers, please bless me and Tina."

Looking out the window at the distant rear lights, Rubin muttered to himself.

When he turned around, the gloom on his face suddenly dissipated, because on the small wooden table in his house, there was an extra piece of meat wrapped in newspaper, next to an umbrella that was still dripping... ...

"Hey, have the courage, be responsible, and be very rational at the same time, and still not be carried away by anger in this situation, not bad, very good."

At the end of the street, someone was holding an umbrella and playing with a bone spirit plate in the other hand, and then said to the person beside him,

"Let's go, he will spread my deeds. As for the rest, we have to rely on us. What the gods have to do is not only to give, but also to punish sinners."