I am the devil, I only know how to trade.

When he was in his second year of high school, his left hand was severely injured in a car accident involving his adoptive father.

His adoptive father was more seriously injured and was extremely disappointed when he heard the news. In addition, his adoptive father was driving when the accident happened. He overheard the nurse talking about the news and, overwhelmed with guilt, died on his hospital bed.

His adoptive mother returned to her hometown because of this incident, and Nakagaki Wataru became an orphan again.

By this time, he had grown up and was capable, so he dropped out of school and took four jobs. One job was to support himself, and the remaining three were divided equally into two parts: one for his adoptive mother and the other for the orphanage.

Archery is something he can only treat as a hobby.

Because of his left hand, he started playing with crossbows. He has an unimaginable talent for shooting things, and he is very good at playing with crossbows.

He originally treated this as a hobby, until an incident occurred at the orphanage.

At that time, the government was planning an economic development zone and had its eye on the land where the orphanage was located.

There's nothing wrong with any of that. The problem is that a delinquent from a club got hit by a ball and kicked it back with all his might.

This was originally just a coincidence; it wouldn't have been a problem if it had hit someone. However, a child who was already in poor health happened to be in the wind and was hit in the face by the ball. His head hit the wall, and he eventually died despite attempts to save him.

It was just a coincidence, but the request to move, along with the other party's unwillingness to publicly apologize, completely enraged the orphanage.

They insisted on taking that scoundrel to court and bringing him to justice, otherwise they would absolutely not move, not even if it meant paying compensation; they had dignity!

If they don't stick together in this society, they will find it even harder to survive.

The scoundrel was the developer's youngest son, and because of this incident, he was severely beaten by his father.

Although many second-generation rich kids are highly educated, it would be naive to think that there are no bad apples among them; there are quite a few who act recklessly.

He was a young man, and he was so angry that he wanted to set a fire to scare those people.

It's not uncommon for someone to bully and then threaten others; Japan is a society rife with bullying.

Generally, those who commit crimes without knowing the seriousness of the offense are either people of this age or those with some mental health issues.

He was spoiled and doesn't know his place.

result……

A large fire broke out and spread, eventually igniting a nearby fireworks factory.

No one from the orphanage survived!

This matter has become too big a fuss. If it gets out, neither the official in charge nor the developer will escape punishment.

Even if the developer hadn't used his connections and resources, the government would have had to find a way to suppress this matter, as it severely tarnishes the government's image!

The Japanese government is adept at suppressing information, and they forcibly defined this incident as an accident.

Don't believe me? If you don't believe me, let some idol actors have some scandals or give out some sweet moments, or other interesting news, to divert people's attention.

Netizens' memories only last three days. After a few days, they stop discussing the matter. Occasionally, they might see it on social media and comment, "May the deceased rest in peace," or complain that there might be something fishy going on, and then the hype would die down.

Construction proceeded smoothly, and the developer's son got away scot-free, the developer got away scot-free, the official who sent the gang got away scot-free, and the official who covered it up got away scot-free...

The dead were just some orphans; no capital was involved, so everyone turned a blind eye.

This matter should have been forgotten.

boom!

Yukino slammed her hand on the table, her face flushed red; she was clearly furious.

"What, do you want him to call the police, seek justice, or go to the media?" Luo Feng had already started adding the side dishes at this point.

He made a great bowl of udon noodles.

Seeing Yukino's expression, a pleased smile appeared on his face.

What he liked to see most was Yukino's impotent rage, wanting to control everything but unable to do anything.

Gods can't control it, angels can't control it, and the police can't control it.

What can be done in this situation?

If we can't seek justice or the people, then we can only rely on our own hands!

"I'm not that naive." Yukino took two deep breaths to calm herself down.

It's too difficult to overturn such a long-standing case; her superiors simply wouldn't let her do it.

media?

We need to consider the Japanese government's feelings regarding this matter...

She felt a deep sense of powerlessness at that moment because she couldn't help in any way.

This matter made her feel even more powerless than Rio Miyaichi.

At least with Rio Miyaichi, she could still help. If Yukino had known she wasn't in Tokyo, and if she had known she would act so quickly, she would have had many ways to avoid it.

But this time, she couldn't do anything.

Chapter 087? Thank you.

"Now you know? To uphold justice, what you need isn't the law, but power." Luo Feng smiled slightly. "So, how about it? Do you want to be a beacon of justice, speaking up for the people? To disregard the Japanese government and become a true messenger of justice?"

“You can’t persuade me,” Yukino said decisively. “I can’t break the law! I still stand by my beliefs; this kind of behavior is wrong! I’ll take revenge on myself, on my own…”

"If I don't rely on myself, I'll rely on you." Luo Feng's squinty eyes widened slightly: "Go on."

Nakagaki Wataru nodded and continued his story.

If the police don't care, the reporters don't care, the capitalists don't care, and ordinary people can't afford to care, then who is responsible for this kind of thing?

Since that day, Nakagaki Wataru has become taciturn. He wanted to ensure that he would not be discovered to be from that orphanage, and then he devised a meticulous revenge plan.

With his cunning and unpreparedness, coupled with his exceptional talent, he first successfully killed the gangster who was helping the scoundrels smuggle oil.

The death of such a person would not cause any sensation, because such a person's existence is too insignificant and trivial.

After things calmed down, to avoid being linked together, he planned a route while the developer was negotiating business with someone, ambushed the developer near his lover's house, and killed him.

When a capitalist died, the Japanese government began to take action, but at that time no one connected the matter to him, because the person with the most motive seemed to be his business associate.

As a result, because the other party had powerful backers, even though they actively cooperated with the investigation, the investigation eventually stalled.

This matter can only be handled by higher-ups.

It wasn't until the government official died that people realized something was amiss.

Japanese police aren't all useless; they're just too hesitant in their investigations. Their opponent is just an orphan, so dealing with him shouldn't be too difficult for them.

The case was solved within three days, because the connection between these people was the incident at the orphanage!

Furthermore, since they all died from crossbow bolts, it's easy to connect it to Nakagaki Wataru, because he was a skilled marksman!

He had the motive, the ability, and the shooting skills. Regardless of whether he did it or not, he was the one who did it.

To cover up the scandal and prevent ordinary police officers from finding out, the case files they received were all edited, and no one knew why he killed people.

The only one who hasn't died yet is the last bad guy.

However, he has been well protected and has not shown himself. What should Nakagaki Wataru do?

He could have taken his time to find a reason and motivation to live, but he didn't.

He had already killed so many, and had been searching for a year. The longer that person lived, the more agitated he became. He was afraid of losing the courage to take his final revenge.

Moreover, every extra second that scumbag lives feels like he's suffering a second of torment.

He deliberately revealed his identity, hoping to lure the enemy out.

This was a high-stakes gamble; he was betting that he could kill the other person while the police were preventing it.

He never intended to live; he wanted to trade his life for his own!

He felt that the police would definitely set a trap, would definitely use him as bait, and then try to bring him to justice, or try to kill him.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find any flaws, because it was a matter of the Japanese government's face. Even if they were wrong, they wouldn't allow an ordinary person to challenge them!

The police had no flaws, but he had revealed them. A detective with good relations with the police tracked him down. He was chased on his way here and was even shot in the ribs.

If it weren't for his incredible willpower and the policeman's poor marksmanship, he wouldn't have made it this far.

"Is your wish to kill him?" Luo Feng looked at the young man and placed the udon noodles in front of him.

By this time, the bottle of sake was empty. He picked up the bowl and began to eat it in large mouthfuls, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

"Yeah, I want him dead. I want these people to be buried with everyone." Nakagaki Wataru mumbled between bites, "I can give you anything you want. I don't even know what else I have left. As long as I have it, I'll take it. Anyway, I'm going to die soon..."

"Your soul, the only things of value you possess are your soul and your talent," Luo Feng said. "I want both your shooting talent and your soul. Can you accept that?"

His lifespan has come to an end. He will die immediately if he leaves this place, so he has no lifespan to trade.

That's all Luo Feng needs.

"What can you give me?" Nakagaki Wataru wolfed down a bowl of udon noodles, feeling that although he still had regrets in his life, he would be fulfilled once these regrets were resolved.

He swore it was the most delicious udon he had ever eaten; he had never tasted such good udon before.

"Two choices. First, I will have someone else avenge you, and I will give you ten years of extra life. Second, you can take revenge yourself. I will tell you his location so you can walk up to him and complete your revenge, but you will lose your life. Choose." Two contracts appeared in Luo Feng's hand: "If you choose the first option, I guarantee the police won't be able to cause you any trouble."

Yukino clenched her fists, and at this moment she did not interrupt, but chose to remain silent.

Luo Feng breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn't given the choice this time.

She couldn't help but feel a little lost at this moment.

Out of affection, she couldn't stop it.

Legally, she should stop it...

Forget it, Luo Feng is an outsider, I shouldn't get hung up on these things with him.

Without him, I would never have known the truth.

I'll just be a spectator, an audience member, to him.

Yukino comforted herself with this thought.

“I choose the second option.” Nakagaki Wataru stood up and smiled. “Being able to kill him with my own hands will make my journey to hell worthwhile. Thank you.”

Living another ten years or so is completely meaningless.

You should avenge your own grievances; why let others do it?