In the midst of blind worship, through the eyes of the Laughing Man, Sean Dickinson seems to be able to see two alienated and stubborn figures. They stood outside the crowd, watching everything coldly.

A figure stood on the top of the building. It was Peter Barry before he went to the flight academy for further study, Barry whose soul was swallowed by Pan.

He had dreamed of getting out of downtown. Make an appointment with your partners to renovate the lower city together after each grows up, making it a prosperous and happy place.

Taro's henchman, Pan, steals his blueprints and instead uses them to build an ideal midnight paradise for imprisoned children. Among the partners who stood with Peter Barry back then, there is only one Mike left. Wearing a mask that has been extinguished, he has become a silent remembrancer.

Another figure stood outside the crowd. He was wearing a dark red shirt, with a thin face and curly hair against his fair skin. He looked a little melancholy.

Wordsworth, who chose to refuse the "staying ceremony" and walked out of Midnight Paradise, was cursed by Talo, and went crazy with hatred. And his best friend, Bill, is now standing beside the Laughing Man, struggling to breathe, out of shape.

The instigator of all this, the "King of the Lower City", stands at the spotlight of people, enjoying people's love and admiration.

Under the mask of human skin, he smiled. It is a laugh that mocks the world.

"My friends, love is good. But I'm afraid you love the wrong person." His voice was low and thunderous, interrupting the people who were fascinated by Talo.

People turned their heads with surprised expressions, and saw a guy wearing an ugly human skin, next to him was a guy who was apparently parasitized by some ominous thing—two monsters. They couldn't help showing disgusted expressions.

"Do you really know her? Do you know how she thinks of you?" The Laughing Man pointed directly at Talo, which made people's faces look sullen—not only did the lunatic fail to show the humility he deserved, He even pointed his finger at God!

Sean naturally knew that the street scenes and people in the vault were just a symbol, but the truth could interrupt everything that happened here.

"She's a philanthropist?" The Laughing Man pointed at Taro unrelentingly, the air became quiet, and the Goddess of Spring turned around expressionlessly, "Have you thought about one thing?—

"Isn't doing good in silence the real virtue? When did charity become a well-known and glamorous thing?"

Some people blinked, as if they didn't know how to answer the question.

"This is an era of corruption. It is an era of indulgence and hoarding. Prosperity is corruption." The black cloak fluttered with the wind, "The machine started, and the coal-burning ship traveled between continents. We chatted about the stock market, the international trading…

"There is more and more wealth in the world, why are people still poor?

"Is this a matter of course?"

Confused and disturbed expressions appeared on people's faces. Someone is whispering, whispering...

"What kind of charity?!—All charity that lives in this era, ignores injustice, and never reflects on reality is hypocrisy!

"The money they send you is just exploited from other people."

"The philanthropy of capitalists is nothing more than their pastime after dinner!"

"Not only to empty your pockets, but also to earn your love—"

"That's what makes her happy!"

The sharp sword was unsheathed, as if a sharp moan. The Laughing Man drew out his sword, and Lady Hershey's divinity burned on it, as sharp as the words just now. The sound of the sword is endless, this is a sword of blame.

Among the crowd, in the dilapidated streets that couldn't reflect her luxury, Ms. Talo blinked calmly.

"Very...sharp remarks." Tarot shrugged slightly, "It's a pity that roaring can't be exchanged for gold."

She looks at her subjects with smug eyes: "Everyone can curse this era, really. The person who wears a new suit at a cocktail party will also rant about the injustice of today's society.

"But don't forget, God didn't create this world - didn't we shape this era together?

"What? If you are in a lower position and don't have enough brains and skills to acquire wealth, you can just refuse to admit it?"

Taluo's momentum was not moved by the sharp sword at all: "Do you know what these poor people need?

"Is it your roar?—Don't be a fool!

"They need money, they need supplies for the winter! They don't hate this era at all, what they dream of all day long is getting rich overnight and becoming famous!

"Nobody's interested in hearing what you say!"

As if agreeing with what Taro said, people stood on the other side of the river bank, looking at the misfit Laughing Man and the boarder with weird eyes.

"Calm your anger and listen to other people's voices." As if to persuade, Talo whispered. She extended a hand generously, as if inviting the two weirdos to approach.

The smiling man narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to see something.

A dandelion, as tiny as dust, floated past Taro's outstretched hand along the wind, and floated towards him.

The little dandelion was black, and it floated over the straight-up sword of blame, like a black hot air balloon overlooking the rust-yellow earth.

The Laughing Man's pupils shrank suddenly, and an imperceptible dandelion hit his cloak. In an instant, all kinds of branches, ferns, flowers, and moss bloomed like flames. But they are not phantoms at all, they can instantly absorb the host's body as their own nutrients.

Spring exploded like fire on the man in black's cloak. But what the green "flame" devoured was nothing more than the cloak covered in pudding.

The strong black body had already moved into the air in front of him, and the sharp sword was retracted like a bow and arrow fully drawn.

The Laughing Man's movements are extremely precise, using his body as if he were using a precision machine. This is not an action that Sean can make, he temporarily handed over the control of his body to Olivia.

Across the sea of ​​surprised people~lightnovelpub.net~The Laughing Man swooped down in the air, getting closer and closer to Taro. Above the hands that people stretched out to obstruct, Olivia had already seen the scene where the tip of the sword sank into the chest of the goddess.

As a result, the Laughing Man's upper limbs ejected like a mechanical spring, and a finely crafted stab pierced the rusty yellow of the Sword of Rebuke into an afterimage.

The gray figure surged up like a tide, and the mouse-like people jumped on the emerald green, allowing the sword point to pierce into their bodies.

With a stab of the sword, Xiao En's heart trembled, and he drove his heart forward, and the moonlight played a blade of light and sword, but all of them fell on the gray figure.

People panicked, and their bodies joined together, like huge and lumbering animals entrenched in the street, defending Taro regardless of their own safety. As if she really was the "king" of downtown.

The Laughing Man fell into the crowd, and the crowd rushed at him like crazy. He drew a black long-barreled revolver from under his side and pulled the trigger in the direction of the rushing crowd.

The crowd went forward one after another, the emerald green became looming, and the black ballistics roared, crossing people's heads, shoulders, and eyes...