The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

The electric current flickered slowly, and the ions in the air vibrated, gradually cleaning away the dust.

In no time, the whole room became clean and tidy.

"Phew... I'm finally back."

The unlicensed rider slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and lazily lay down on the sofa.

He only acts like this when he's home.

"Master, do you think that people live just for this moment of peace?"

"..." Bai Lang did not answer him.

In his view, the situation with Mukden Rider is simply due to people having too much free time.

"Why don't you go out for a walk? After all, we still need to find a martial arts school later," he said.

"That's right. There are so many weirdos in Z City. If I go out, I can take down some of them and contribute to Z City."

I had only been home for less than half an hour when I got ready to go out again.

An unlicensed motorcyclist was walking down the street.

The surrounding streets were in a terrible state.

Gravel and dark red bloodstains were scattered on the ground, which was pitted and uneven, with some dirty water piled up.

There were some people ahead fighting over something.

"Don't grab! Don't grab! Everyone has some, everyone has these supplies!!"

"If I don't steal it, but someone else takes it from me, wouldn't I be at a huge loss?!"

"Grab it! Grab it all! I even brought a kitchen knife. Let's see who can out-grab it from me!"

"..."

The unlicensed rider was already used to this; everyone in Z City was like this.

He would use a kitchen knife to attack people at the drop of a hat.

He had even seen a man chop someone into countless pieces with a kitchen knife just because the other person said something to him.

Of course, encountering strange people in this city is quite normal.

The Mumen Rider alone encountered several strange people on the street.

However, none of them did anything to harm humanity, so the unlicensed rider didn't bother with them.

Even so, as he passed through several streets, the unlicensed rider still felt the watchful eyes of countless people.

Those people stared at him intently, as if he were a fat sheep.

The unlicensed rider knew what they wanted to do, so he smiled and met their gaze.

But for some reason, seeing the unlicensed rider's kind smile, those people felt a chill run down their spines.

He walked for an unknown amount of time before arriving at a rice noodle shop.

Several children with sallow complexions and tattered clothes were being roughly pushed out.

"Go! Go! Go!"

"We have money too, we're just buying one copy..."

"Don't come to our shop if you don't have money, or we'll beat you up every time we see you!"

Several children were chased out, bewildered.

The unlicensed rider stopped and looked at the children in front of him.

These children were so thin and frail, their clothes were tattered and they were filthy.

It's heartbreaking to see.

This situation is perfectly normal in Z City.

As a city that has been attacked by monsters many times, Z City has no shortage of monsters and beggars.

The children looked at the unlicensed rider with fear and timidity in their eyes.

As beggars, they are not only bullied by the local residents, but sometimes they are also targeted by strange people.

Survival is extremely difficult.

A slightly older child picked up the crumpled banknotes in his hand.

"Sir, would you be willing to sell us some food?"

They wouldn't do this if they encountered other residents.

But the look of disgust on this person's face was different from that of the others.

As soon as the first child said this, the other children followed suit.

Their voices were soft and weak, as if they hadn't eaten in a long time.

"Didn't you go to the Hero Association?" Mumen Rider asked.

What is the Hero Association?

"We don't know where to look."

"We can't get out of this street."

The unlicensed knight sighed. Weren't these children just like he used to be?

"Has the situation here always been this bad?"

Suddenly, Bai Lang, who had been silent all along, spoke up and asked.

“It’s always been like this.” The unlicensed rider shook his head.

“There’s a place selling steamed buns over there, I’ll take you there,” he said softly to the children in front of him.

The children shrank back, thinking that the unlicensed rider would do what some others had done before: lure them into an alley, strip them of their clothes, and do something unpleasant to them.

When they saw that their companions had indeed gone to the steamed bun shop not far away with the unlicensed rider, they lowered their guard.

Steamed bun shop.

As the unlicensed rider walked down the street with this group of little beggars, he frequently felt the disgusted looks from those around him.

But he didn't care about any of that.

He always believed that everyone is a human being, born of the same parents, and there is no distinction between noble and lowly.

Just like when he stood up for the Deep Sea King before.

Are C-tier heroes really useless?

Does lacking ability preclude one from being a hero?

Does the lack of material security mean we can't survive?

He didn't believe any of this.

The steamed bun shop was a place he used to frequent; the owner was a kind old lady.

Seeing the unlicensed rider bring so many children to buy steamed buns, she smiled happily.

"Boss Zhusheng, please give these kids some more steamed buns. I'll pay for them," said the unlicensed rider.

"Okay," Mr. Zhusheng replied.

"Thank you, Grandma."

"Hey, eat slowly, don't choke, there's water here."

"Thank you, Grandma. This steamed bun is the best thing I've ever eaten."

"Poor children... there's more here, I promise you'll have plenty to eat."

The owner of Zhusheng was busy, constantly taking out steamed buns and handing them to the children.

After receiving the steamed buns, the children began to devour them.

For them, these steamed buns were the most delicious thing imaginable.

Although they found a banknote while rummaging through the trash yesterday.

But because they were so dirty and were all children, no one would give them food.

"Grandma... can I take some steamed buns back with me? Xiaoqi hasn't eaten anything either..."

"Sure, sure, bring more. We can come back if we're still hungry later."

The unlicensed rider sat to the side, watching this scene, and felt a vague sense of understanding.

“Master, you once said that to become a strong person, one must have the heart of a strong person.”

"I didn't understand it before, but now it seems I've found it."

"..." Bai Lang still did not answer him.

Since returning to Z City with the unlicensed rider, he has also discovered some problems in the city.

But there's nothing he can do about it now.

He also plans to bring Boros's body here sometime to study the alien's physical structure.

"Pooh!"

Several middle-aged women in shirts, carrying discounted supermarket goods, frowned and spat when they saw a group of beggars eating steamed buns in the store.

They covered their noses in disgust.

"Let's go, let's go, it stinks! I was planning to buy some steamed buns to take home, but now I can't eat these buns."

Several children who were eating steamed buns heard this and, holding their buns in their hands, watched the departing figures helplessly.

"It's alright, it's alright, you can continue eating," Grandma Zhusheng said kindly to the children.

She could sense the children's low spirits.

Before long, the children had eaten until their bellies were round and full, and at the signal from the unlicensed knight and Grandma Zhusheng, they all took the buns home.

"Boss Zhusheng, how much?"