Chapter 589 Chapter 586 "Aren't you a hero?"

   The middle-aged man stood up staggeringly, his clothes soaked with rain and blood.

   "It's you, it's you... In a wheelchair, you are the city owner..."

   He walked crookedly one step at a time, clenching his fists, his bones rattled:

"It's interesting to watch us little people struggling from a high altitude, isn't it?" Jemin laughed wildly, his eyes fierce: "We were all domesticated by 'Dawn', it pressed the animal taming ring on our necks, but we are still willing to become A part of the city-state, enslaved for life..."

  Su Mingan yawned and didn't speak.

  Jie Ming's eyes were heavy.

  "—City Lord, aren't you the hero who led the rebellion against Doom City? Aren't you the smartest genius ever?

   People like you can't understand mediocrity like us - the distance between us is bigger than the distance between man and dog!"

  Jeming's fist, which was still stained with the girl's blood, was raised, the veins were exposed, and the knuckles were prominent.

   "—So! Your existence has turned us mediocrity into a bunch of idiots. You squeezed our living space—what kind of dawn system, what emotional overload, I've been on duty in my life, and I don't want to commit crimes at all—"

   His face was as ferocious as a ghost, and his fist slammed into Su Mingan.

The    fist fell, bringing a violent wind.

  Su Ming'an stretched out his hand, curved his three fingers slightly, and pinched the opponent's fist precisely.

  Jie Ming was stunned for a moment. His fist was restrained by life, and the movement of the hammer stopped instantly. He tried to withdraw his hand, but Su Ming'an's three fingers did not move at all, and the hoop made his fist hurt.

   "I don't want to judge you." Su Ming'an said: "The moment you become the perpetrator, you have lost the right to appeal for yourself."

   He pulled his right hand outwards, and Jemin fell uncontrollably to the right. The next moment, Jemin's pupils stared, and his abdomen took a heavy blow.

   "Boom!"

  Su Ming'an withdrew the left hand that hit Jeming's abdomen, and the opponent's body was thrown away like a boulder, slammed into the brick wall and fell to the ground.

  It is true that his current state is the shadow state, but this does not mean that he has no power to restrain the chicken. The fragility of the shadow state is only relative to the bright state.

  Su Mingan glanced at the girl lying in the corner, thunder sounded from time to time, illuminating half of her face in the pool, she held her head, her arms were full of bruises.

  “…”

   He stopped it just in time, before Jemin could do more damage.

The night lights around    were still dim, and no one dared to open the window at this time.

   He turned to the alley with warm orange juice in his arms, but suddenly felt empty above.

  The rain doesn't seem to be falling anymore.

  He looked up and saw a bright red umbrella, like a red cloud, propped up on his head.

  The girl had already climbed up, holding an umbrella for him, all wet.

   Her facial features are not so beautiful, but they are soft enough, her clear eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, and there are deep eye bags and dark circles.

  …She is like a night elf.

   There are still bruised scars on her face and arms. These wounds sewed her up like a rag doll with scars. Although it is beautiful, it is fragile.

  Su Mingan knew that her name was Xiaomei, Dong Anan's sister who "worked at night".

   "You..." As soon as Su Mingan spoke up, she gave a "shh".

   "It's very close to the Chapter Station, be careful not to be heard." Xiaomei said.

   "You know me?" Su Mingan said, he was not wearing a mask now.

   "City Lord Asa." Xiaomei didn't call him by his last name.

   "You don't hate me?"

   "Although I am an inferior personality, the fault should not be your fault." Xiaomei said, "The fault is those who oppress us. You are only the maker of the rules, and you cannot control everyone."

  Su Mingan was about to speak when a female voice suddenly came from behind.

"-Yo?"

   A woman with wheat-colored skin and a fit body stands on the eaves.

   "Su Ming'an? You should be right, there are very few people in wheelchairs, so it's easy to recognize." The woman jumped down, her legs slender and straight.

   She observed Su Ming'an, he was soaked all over now, his front was red with blood, and he didn't look like a **** blocking a killing **** like a few worlds ago.

   "Is something wrong?" Su Mingan said lightly.

   "Don't you take me seriously?" The woman said with a smile: "Whether I chat 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 location." Su Ming'an said.

The woman pursed her red lips: "My name is Violet."

  Su Ming'an doesn't care what her name is.

   "Do you know why I came to you?" The woman said, "Come on."

   "Huh?" Su Mingan was puzzled, what "come on"?

   The next moment, a panel appeared in front of him.

  【Player (Violet) shows you his personal special skills (Secret of True Love)】

  【(Secret of True Love): Exchange bodily fluids with a player, which can restore the opponent’s health and mana ranging from 30-70%. 】

  【Every time you use it, you need to pay Violet a piece of red-level equipment. 】

  …

   "Boom!"

   A gunshot rang out, and Su Mingan shot Violet directly. With a crisp sound, the woman's figure turned into a foam and disappeared.

   Often making such dangerous transactions, she has the means to escape.

   "Pretend what?" Violet's voice floated in the air: "It's just your nature to stand with that kind of working woman."

   Hearing her words, Xiaomei's thin shoulders shook violently.

   "If you don't get out, I will invite you to the tower." Su Ming'an said.

   He doesn't know where Violet is now, otherwise he would have been invited by a tower long ago.

  Violet was afraid that he could really send an invitation to the tower. She stopped making a sound, and disappeared into the night like a cat.

   Under the downpour, Xiaomei next to him clenched the red umbrella in his hand. Violet directly identified her identity, and her whole body was shaking.

  …Why did it become like this.

  ... Obviously everyone will not pierce that layer of window paper, obviously, obviously the city owner has ignored this matter...

  ...why does that person named Violet want to expose her like this!

   She shivered convulsively, trying to turn around and escape into the rainy night.

   "You are different from her." Su Ming'an said.

   Those who act for desire are different from those who are compelled to survive. Violet's contempt for Xiaomei is meaningless.

  Violet is for the benefit of equipment. This kind of player is a testament to the people who let themselves go in the world game. This kind of invitation from Violet can only show that this is her way of life, and it should not be compared to Xiaomei.

  Xiaomei's hand clenched and loosened, she still cared about Violet's ridicule: "...City Lord Asa, take shelter from the rain first, I'll take you to my house."

   Even if she was saddened to the extreme, she couldn't leave the city lord and leave. He will get sick.

   "Okay." Su Ming'an said.

   He does need a place to shelter from the rain now.

   She pushed him and walked slowly for a distance. Her red umbrella was too small to hold the two of them, so she leaned her umbrella as hard as she could to get closer to his side.

  The pouring rain poured through the gap, dyeing her cheeks wet, she narrowed her eyes, coughed softly, and her shoulders were soaked wet by the cold rain.

   After a while, as if she wanted to break this difficult silence, or perhaps she wanted to gain the approval of the once aloof city lord, she said softly:

   "...You, do you think I'm dirty?"

   "I don't think so." Su Ming'an said.

   As early as on Zhai Xing, he had seen people in this profession, and there was no shortage of people who wanted to get money quickly.

  ...But they are completely different from the little eyebrows in front of them. Some are to squeeze into the upper class, some are in exchange for desires and interests.

   "Dirty people are those who persecute you and see you have to treat your body as a 'resource for survival'." He said: "You are just to live, not dirty at all."

   He felt her shaking.

   Not only was she sick but also cold, her hands while pushing the wheelchair were shaking violently.

   A faint sobbing sound came, but he didn't look back.

  ...What he just said was just scolding Asa Akto himself.

   If it weren't for the judgment of the eight-type personality, the inferior personality could not find a job at all, and she would not be reduced to the point of exchanging her body for money.

   People living in the marginal zone have nowhere to vent their anger, but to resort to violence.

   But, relying on his innate physical advantages, he vented his anger on women who were difficult to resist, and condescendingly scolded them for being dirty. What is the difference between this group of people and the devil?

   At such an old age, she should be studying in the classroom. Instead of going out in the middle of the night and making yourself bruised.

   He suddenly understood—

  Why the world needs the existence of "exams".

   If you don't take the exam, you will judge everything directly with this personality test, which will lead to such a result.

  …

  【Why do you have to learn so many useless things? We can’t use functions to buy vegetables, and we can’t use English to communicate with people. It would be nice if we didn’t need to study for exams. 】

   This is what he has seen, and what many Zhai Xing children have said.

   But now, listening to Xiaomei's sobbing and crying, he knew that if she had the opportunity to take the exam, she would not be reduced to what she is today.

  —Who took her cap off?

  —Who forced her into the current class?

   "Drink?" He raised his hand, holding the bottle of hot orange juice.

  Xiaomei's deer-like eyes blinked, she took the orange juice in disbelief: "...for me?"

   "You are alone here."

"Um…"

  She shrank her hands, clutching the warm bottle tightly.

  The warm heat slowly dyed her skin through her bluish-white palms. She suddenly felt that the night wind, which had always been unbearable, was no longer cold.

   "City Lord Asa, you are very different from the rumored one." She said, "You... actually speak to someone like me, and even give me juice..."

   "Personality can be a criterion for judging job suitability, but it cannot represent a person's strengths or weaknesses." Su Mingan closed his eyes:

   "Otherwise, what is the difference between us and the programmed program."

   (end of this chapter)