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Chapter 206 The Beast That Doesn’t Eat Man

In Waylon Jones's memory, the words "born without parents" and "crawling pervert" probably ran through his entire childhood.

Although many people around him used this word to call him, it didn't hurt him too much. He had long since gotten used to the occasional green scales that appeared on his body, and the increasingly sharp nails and teeth.

These inhuman characteristics led to his isolation from the neighborhood kids, bullying from classmates at school, and cold words from teachers in class. The indifference of others made him lonely, withdrawn, and lacking in friendship since childhood, but he did not show any criminal tendencies at that time.

The first step in his transformation into a real criminal originated from his alcoholic aunt.

The words "baby-child" and "crawler" were used throughout his childhood, but it was his Aunt Flowers who used them most often. From the time he was adopted by his aunt, Waylon's only memories of "home" were probably her bottles of wine and endless verbal abuse. He spent the most time at home, and therefore was often called those two words by his aunt.

"If you want to survive until you leave Gotham, shave it now!"

His aunt would often storm out, slamming the door and leaving Waylon with a jagged shell or stone. According to her, if Waylon wanted to survive to adulthood in Gotham City, he would have to scrape off his green scales and make himself look like a human.

But it felt so painful. Every time the cold and hard edges of the stone rubbed against his skin and scraped off the green scales, Weiren could feel the piercing pain. He felt like a fish on a chopping board, being manipulated and slaughtered by the chef with a kitchen knife.

Even though bright red blood oozed from the places where the scales were scraped off, and even though Waylon screamed, his aunt didn't care. Only when Waylon showed obvious resistance through physical struggle would she angrily throw the stone at him and leave.

So, if you ask him whether he has any family, perhaps the aunt who raised him is his only family, but she has never really thought about one question: what will be the consequences of long-term abuse of a lonely and naturally wild teenager who is despised and abandoned by society.

In a nutshell, she reaped what she sowed.

"You may not know that the first person he killed was his aunt."

"Harvey Dent, don't get yourself killed."

"Why were you so resistant? Did you feel pain from accidentally killing her? But according to the police files, it was just an accidental slip. No one knew that a slight push from you in your rage was enough to make her fall right off the window sill."

Killer Croc's golden vertical pupils turned, and he looked at Two-Face with an extremely cold look, like a cold-blooded beast staring at its prey.

"Is this weird? I'm the former district attorney of Gotham. I've read not only your files, but also the Joker's, the Riddler's, the Ventriloquist's, and all of yours. The cops in the Gotham Police Department may not be smart, but I'm not stupid."

Harvey flipped the coin in his hand lightly. "I didn't expose you, but I couldn't save you either. If you want to hate me, that's fair enough."

After a few seconds of silence, Killer Croc suddenly pointed his claws at Harvey, the tips of his claws almost touching his forehead. "If you're really as smart as you say you are, why didn't you save the others who needed to be saved?"

"That circus owner? While the punishment you inflicted on him was certainly far greater than he deserved, he's not exactly a good man."

"not him."

"Wait, wait, you killed the circus owner?" Ma Zhaodi interrupted again: "Isn't the circus a place where you fight to make a living?"

Killer Croc was interrupted by this and retracted his claws. "He's not dead. I bit off one of his arms. Like I told you, it's not like I haven't tasted human blood before."

"I guess you didn't eat that arm."

".No." "So why did you bite his hand off?"

"Why do you have so many questions?"

Ma Zhaodi took out another leg of lamb from under his black robe.

"How on earth did you manage to hide all these strange and bizarre things inside your robes?"

"Don't ask, just keep eating."

So Killer Croc continued to pick up the lamb leg and started to eat it.

"That was before I came of age," he replied to Ma Zhaodi, chewing the bone with a clatter. "After my aunt died, I became a wild child with no one to take care of me."

"No one would be willing to adopt a child with scales on his body, and the school no longer wants to keep a monster like me with sharp teeth and claws. I have no choice but to find a way to survive."

"And then you ran into that circus?"

"And then I came across that circus."

After a pause, Killer Croc continued, "Have you ever thought about this: if I really participated in a boxing match, who could go back and forth with me in the ring?"

Ma Zhaodi looked at his enormous body, the terrifying bulging muscles wrapped under the scales, and the strong and powerful tail behind him, and subconsciously shook his head: "I feel that with your strength, you can probably kill someone with one punch."

"It's clear that every boxing ring in Gotham, both above and below ground, has reached the same consensus as you. Even in the circus, no one would be willing to fight me."

"So, at the beginning, the circus just treated me as a curiosity for display, a living crocodile man, a freak, but not as a human being."

"and then?"

"Then I went back to doing the things I hated the most."

Killer Croc's tone sounded calm, as if he was recounting an experience that had nothing to do with him.

"In order to live like a human being, I made myself bleed. I tore off my skin bit by bit, pulled off my scales, cut off my tail, sharpened my fangs, and cut off my claws. I did everything Flowers did to me again, but more cruelly and thoroughly."

"I've forgotten what I felt that day. Maybe it hurt, maybe it didn't, I don't know. Then I fell asleep hoping that I would be able to turn back into a normal person the next day, with round eyes, flesh-colored skin, no scales, and no tail."

At this point, he laughed.

"How stupid! I should have known the outcome before I did this."

"My healing ability has grown along with my scales and claws. Since the scales I plucked out as a child can grow back, how can I possibly get rid of them when I grow up?"

(End of this chapter)