People are looking for the legendary me

It's really exciting.

And it seemed that the so-called breakdown of brotherhood that he wanted to see was happening.

“I seem to have seen the future!”

At this time, Hanfu's eyes were shining and he was as excited as a child.

"Brothers, leave this opportunity to me. Look at how handsome I am. One kidney is worth two. I will be very lucky in the future. One day is long and lasting. I think you have to admit this even if you are envious!"

Jill, who was lying next to him covered in blood, also had a happy expression. After raising her eyebrows, she curled her lips in disdain at Hanfu's words and said.

"Come on, you're not as handsome and suave as me. I think this opportunity should be left to me. When I enjoy the wine and women, I won't pass on my hard work to those useless bitches. I'll shoot a fire pit and burn it for you to see the results of my hard work day and night. How about that?"

Qiu immediately revealed a look of disgust, and knocked on the ground with his weak hands a few times, uttering accusations.

"Damn it, you only think about women? Learn from me, do you believe me when I fuck men? Humph!"

Hanfu and Jill were shocked and bowed down in admiration.

"That's awesome, bro. This opportunity belongs to you."

"I suddenly feel that it's not bad to be dead. I don't have to worry about being fucked in the ass by a fag like you all the time."

At this time, Qius also showed a mysterious smile.

"Hey, do you think it won't happen if you hang up?"

"Fuck... trough."

Beside him, Haun watched them talking and laughing, being coquettish, mean, cowardly and deferential. His face gradually darkened as he faced the temptations, teasing and unmoved sarcasm offered by him. Then, he raised his vicious eyes and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

17.Brother, smile

"Since you have made up your mind, let him live. However, in order to convince others that he captured the other two of you, I have to make his hands truly stained with your blood."

Haun said, walking towards Qiu Si with a smile.

"Come on, if you really want to release them, would it take so much effort? There are many disgusting people like you in the Hero Association, which claims to be the only justice organization."

Hanfu, who has long been familiar with the inside story of the Hero Association, is full of disdain and ridicule for Haun's behavior. Even if they die, they will never bow their heads and beg for mercy from any hope given by such a person!

Haun was not surprised that his true thoughts were discovered. He walked to Qius, took his hand, and then dragged him to Hanf's side.

"Hey, what do you want to do...Pfft..."

Haun didn't let Hanfu finish speaking. He took Qius's hand and added a light blue force to it. Then he pulled Qius's hand and tore a bloody wound on Hanfu's right abdomen.

Blood splattered and splashed on Qius's face. He lay at Haun's feet like a tired puppet, looking at Hanf's torn wound, his pupils gradually shrinking amid his painful howls.

Hanfu's bright red blood stained his palms, slid down his arms and fell in front of him.

Uncontrollable anger burned in Qius' pupils, as if there was a devil in his heart roaring and wanting to tear apart the person standing next to him. However, he was already covered in scars and blood, and sadly, he only had the strength to roar.

"What! Are! You! Doing!?!"

"Didn't I tell you? Since they chose to let you live, I need to stain you with their blood. Of course, it has to be the freshest blood."

Haun smiled indifferently with his cold eyes and dragged Qiu Si towards Jill next to him.

"It's okay, you won't die so soon. Take turns and leave more injuries. This way others will trust you more."

"asshole!"

……

In the dark corner, Dawn, who was watching everything, frowned. Such cruel behavior was really disgusting. It was ridiculous that such a person could be a hero.

Dawn, who was not going to wait and see, was ready to take action, but soon he lay low again because there were variables.

There is a force approaching very secretly...at least an SS-level existence.

"No!"

"tear……"

Haun listened to Qiu Si's roar, pulled Qiu Si's hand, and also tore a bloody wound on Jill's left abdomen.

But this time, Gil did not scream out like Hanf did. He held back all his strength and gritted his teeth to endure it. Even though he hurt his teeth and blood was oozing out, he swallowed the scream of pain and then smiled as he looked at Chus who was wailing in despair.

Unable to think of words of comfort, nor did he have the extra energy to speak, he just said one word with the hope that Qiu Si could face everything with a smile.

"Cool."

A feeling of sadness lingered in Qius's mind and gradually surged into his heart. He cried after not shedding tears for many years.

Tears can't stop flowing and my heart can't stop shaking.

He knew what Jill wanted to say. They had long since taken life and death lightly and faced it with an open mind. They were still brothers.

His weak hands were pulled again, and he was dragged towards Hanfu next to him like a puppet.

He was desperate and unable to look up at the man who always thought he wanted to be their big brother.

This time, Hanfu was prepared and would never shout out like he did just now.

Qiu Si understood, he understood, if it was the other two people who were being pulled and torn apart his body, he would also face it with a smile.

He knew and understood why he did this. It was simply to allow his brothers to face the situation with ease when their blood was on their hands.

But, but, my brother, no matter what kind of torture I have to endure, it can just be laughed off. But if I were to hurt you, how could I face it with peace of mind?

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I don’t even have the energy to commit suicide now.

18. Brothers Don’t Cry

Once upon a time, I was just an unknown gangster, struggling to make a living in this world.

At that time, no matter how bright the sun shone for many years, the sky was still gray in the eyes of us wanderers.

In the endless battle between heroes and criminals day and night, any hope is a luxury. Countless people desire it but cannot have it. Even if they have it, they will always worry about the pain and confusion of losing it.

In that turbulent era, we were all just walking corpses, without warmth or emotion.

Because... there is no home.

I also had a family and lived in harmony.

However, becoming a lone wanderer is just a matter of a thought for the strong.

I forgot that day because I didn't dare to write down everything that happened. I only knew that it was those so-called heroes who caused me to lose my home, but I meanly put all the blame on the criminals.

Who is the criminal?

In that era, not many people would naively believe that a hero is a hero, because the cruel reality has wiped out everyone's longing for heroes time and time again.

Being wanted and living a life of displacement are all my own choices, because... I have no home in the first place.

Heroes represent justice? We should admire them? Screw it.

Are there heroes in this world? Maybe there are, but they are definitely not those guys who do things that are no different from criminals but still call themselves heroes.

If my life had just been muddled back then, maybe I would be a real criminal now...

However, in that desperate dark world, I met two people who had the same experience as me.

They were all gangsters. When we met, we had a simple fight. When we met again next time, we fought again. Then we got to know each other.

We wouldn't say who was whose brother, we wouldn't say who would do something for whom, we just fought and cursed each other, and created a home in the dark, cold and shabby hut where we could temporarily sleep.

We were never brothers.

We have been deprived of hope once by this world, so we made a promise to each other that if one of us dies one day, the others will walk over his body with a smile and not cry a single tear for the dead person.

That day, our pupils, which had not shown any expression for a long time, had a little more brilliance, and our eyes, which had not shed tears for a long time, were now slightly moist.

From that day until just now, we haven't cried.

But now, I broke my promise. I cried and felt so worthless. We had made an agreement...

"Ahahaha, Qiu Si, you are so useless. Why are you crying? What's there to cry about? It's just... it's just... a little blood, right? Don't you still want to have sex with men?"

"Come on, kid, give me a few more strokes, make me feel good!"

"Asshole! Asshole!"

Oh, God, we have long since become indifferent to life and death, but why do you want us to suffer such torture? Haven't we lost enough? We just want to find a little warmth in this cold world to survive. We have never really hurt anyone. We have obviously chosen to live in a friendly way to this world. We obviously just have ill will towards those villains...

Are we wrong to do this...?

King, if you can hear my prayer, please kill us now.

"Haha, why ask the Dark King, who never pays attention to others? Why not beg me instead?"

A chill ran down my spine, implanting the voice in my mind.

Whose voice is this?

It doesn't matter what it is...

If it would end what's happening now, then please, kill us.

"Death? That's so boring. Come, accept this power and I'll let you take revenge. How about that?"

Anything is fine, if this can end everything...

19. Unexpectedly a bit weak

Haun dragged Qiu Si towards the seriously injured and dying Hanfu, without any mercy in his eyes and remained indifferent to Qiu Si's wailing.

Suddenly, a chill rose from his back, and he felt like he was trapped in the deep ocean, with the temperature of his whole body being rapidly deprived.

Before he could react, a fist appeared next to his face.

Time seemed to be slowed down countless times. The flying fist became extremely slow, and the fist, which carried a trace of black power, slowly but powerfully imprinted itself on Haun's face.

Haun's face was under the fist, his cheeks sunken and squeezed, blood, saliva and two or three white teeth slowly flew out of his mouth. With the sound of bones breaking, he was knocked out and sank into the wall next to him with a "bang".

"what!!!"

This was a roar of extraordinary power, but also a howl without reason.

The originally powerless Qius was surrounded by an unknown black aura, his pupils were scarlet, his muscles were bulging, and he looked as terrifying as a wild beast.

At this time, a group of people finally arrived and saw the cruel and hideous scene before them.

A bit tricky...

In the shadows, Dawn sensed Qiu Si's power and felt a sense of déjà vu.

However, this power is very dangerous for those people and needs to be resolved quickly, and without being discovered by the owner of that power. This power must be controlled first, which is really troublesome.

"It's him. He killed those criminals so ruthlessly. He's gone mad now. You guys retreat quickly!"

Hearing the sound, Dawn looked towards Haun.

When Haun saw someone appear, he felt that half of his face had lost feeling, and the eye socket on that side was squeezed into a thin slit due to swelling. He was extremely angry, and when he glared at Qiu Si, he had lost his original momentum.

He pulled himself out of the wall with difficulty and quickly retreated in front of the group of people, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"You...you are..."

"I have a legitimate identity as a hero. We'll talk about this later. Everyone leave now. I don't know what method that guy used to go berserk. It looks like he won't be able to hold on for much longer. Everyone here has already fled. We can clean up the mess later."

"Um...Sir, shouldn't we stop him?"

"Are you stupid? Didn't you see he was running wild? Even if we could stop him, what would it be for? The shabby houses here? If you want to exchange your lives for these shabby buildings, then you can. I'm leaving first!"

Haun looked at Qiu Si, whose power was out of control, with great displeasure, then turned around and left quickly.

I can't stop that power, not to mention that this civilian area with few powerful heroes can't provide any useful assistance. In the end, even if I succeed in using a tug-of-war to avoid contact and drag out the time, I will definitely pay a heavy price. The fame and money I get afterwards are definitely not worth it. These rubbish still want to stop it? Ridiculous.

Moreover, even if I don't stop it, the credit will be mine! Moreover, it was the rampaging criminal who destroyed this place, so I am not responsible. I will still be the winner in the end!

"Notify others not to get close to that place. That's a criminal with A-level strength. I've put him in a situation where he's bound to lose. There will be an end soon!"

"Okay... okay."

People come and go quickly. Indeed, there is no one left, and there is really no need for them to stay and protect other people's property.

Without anyone else around, Dawn gradually walked out from the shadows on the wall and came in front of Qius wearing a mask.

At this moment, Qius was frozen in place, his last bit of rationality forcing him not to move, because he found that he had thoughts of destroying his two brothers.